It's the middle of June, and it's the rainy season. The sky was overcast day after day, and the rain was incessant, sometimes large and sometimes small. There is a popular local saying: "The rain hits the yellow plum head, and there is no sun for forty-five days." "This is the rainy season, which lasts from mid-June to early July.

I held a bone needle, twisted a shark thread, and was sewing up the cracked lower abdomen of a female corpse under my hand. The corpse room was as dark as ever, especially in this rainy weather, and it was even darker. However, since I opened my night eyes three years ago, seeing in such a dimly lit room is not a problem. But having said that, under Aoko's supervision, the daily practice of practicing eyes is still non-stop, and it tends to be more and more difficult. Sometimes I wonder if my daily torture of refining my eyes is really as simple as opening my eyes at night.

Thinking about it, my thoughts are a little divergent, but my subordinates don't stop for a moment. This kind of stitching has long been ripe to the point that it can't be more ripe, and nothing will go wrong even with your eyes closed.

The woman who died was quite young, in her twenties, and she was quite beautiful. Recently, I don't know what's going on, but I have received several similar orders in a row, all of which are very young pregnant women, who were disemboweled, and the fetus in the womb was plucked alive.

This method can be described as cold and vicious, and it is unconscionable. But as long as you have been into the dark web, you will understand that in this world, there is still a dark world hidden that is not known to ordinary people, and compared to the treachery and mystery there, the death of these women can only be regarded as ordinary.

The drizzle was pouring outside, and the air was very humid and stuffy, which made people very uncomfortable. In the Ronghua funeral home, although it was also soaked in the drizzle, but because of the steaming of the yin in this place, and after the transformation of the Ma boss, the yin qi circled and diverged at a special angle, which not only kept the shade and dryness of the place, but also did not hurt people.

In such a season, it is the best place to avoid the plum blossoms. Since entering Mei, the dead fat man with the lion's head has basically stayed here, and he rarely even returns to his own home. In his words, he's a lonely man anyway, and it's the same everywhere. This fat man is a lot older, and he doesn't want to find a daughter-in-law to start a family. But it's no wonder that there is no normal person who can mix with us, and there is no girl willing to come to the door.

After handling the last process, after sorting out the clothes of the female corpse, he took off his gloves and went to report to the second mother-in-law. In my first year at the funeral home, my second mother-in-law would often get up to look at the corpses I had disposed of, and occasionally give me a few words. Later, the second mother-in-law simply didn't come to see it again, and let me do it myself.

She was also lying on the wicker chair for longer and longer. In the first two years, sometimes when she was in a good mood, she would let me go out and walk around the courtyard and look up at the sky. But in recent years, there is less time to get up.

Ever since I went into the make-up room to do her work, she hasn't taken off a pair of green woolen gloves from her hands. I was very worried about the injury on her palm, and tried to show her several times, but she refused to go.

The appearance of the second mother-in-law has not changed much, just like when I first met her, but over the past few years, the twilight on her body seems to be getting thicker and thicker, hidden in the shadows, like a rotten wood waiting to rot.

Every time I see my second mother-in-law like this, I can't help but feel gloomy. I've also asked the muscular man about his second mother-in-law, but he doesn't seem to know much about it. It is only said that Boss Ma brought him, Yanzi and black hair to this place, bought this semi-abandoned Ronghua funeral parlor, and made a living from the dead. About half a year later, the second mother-in-law came here, and there was a shortage of corpse makeup at that time, so she stayed. Later, it was the sixth child and me.

The more time I spent with my second mother-in-law, the more I felt that she was by no means an ordinary second leatherman. Although she doesn't talk much, she always gets to the point, and the occasional unintentional conversation knowledge can never be an ordinary old woman. It's just that she doesn't want to say it, and no one can do it.

After saying goodbye to the second mother-in-law, he came out of the corpse makeup room, but he didn't close the door, just covered it up. I want the fresh air from outside to blow into the house, so that the second mother-in-law will not be too isolated.

The drizzle was like a cry, and it fell softly. I didn't have an umbrella either, but after walking a few steps in the rain, I saw a lion's head waving at me from the other side of the hallway. I walked over, and saw the fat man sitting in the corridor, holding a notebook on his lap, and when he saw me coming, a big round face was flushed, and he said excitedly: "Come and see, the latest yin and yang list is out!" ”

I let out an "oh", interested, and leaned over to look at the screen he had open. The so-called Yin-Yang list is actually a list released by the Yin-Yang Pavilion. Since it is a list, it is nothing more than the ranking of some characters.

The fat man pointed to a name and said, "Third Master Lu, ninety-three!" Xiaojing, you see you're on the list! ”

I was slightly surprised. The fat man opened one of the lists released by the Yin-Yang Pavilion, which was the ranking of the second-leathermen who had hung up in the Yin-Yang Pavilion.

In the past few years, there has been a fat man, a broker, as a middleman, but he has taken over a lot of business, and the corpses that come to the door are also varied, strange, and weird, far more than what I saw and heard when I ran to the mourning hall with my third uncle.

Among them, I have encountered some corpses that even I am a little helpless, but with the guidance of the second mother-in-law, there is still nothing wrong. Over the years, the rating of my second leatherman in the Yinyang Pavilion has increased year by year.

However, being able to enter the top 100 on the list in just a few years also shows from the side that there are fewer and fewer second-leathermen who are still alive today who really master the craft. At least the second leatherman who has hung up his cards in the Yinyang Pavilion should not have much left.

The fat man, a broker, has been very active in recent years, but he hasn't even touched the shadow of the broker list. There are still a lot of people who want to come to the brokers now.

I touched the brass ring that hung on my chest. In the past few years, the contact with the dark web has not been without gains. The fat man is exquisite, but he has also made friends with many people from all walks of life, and a year ago, he finally let him know the origin of this ring. This bronze ring was originally called the "burial bronze ring". This ring is not the only one in the world, but a funeral talisman ring, which is a token representing the identity of the person in the burial door.

Speaking of which, it's similar to the Dao Gate talisman that was destroyed by Ma Boss.

But the fat man inquired and went, but he couldn't find out the whereabouts of the burial door. It is said that the burial gate is very mysterious and low-key, and for thousands of years, there are only a few disciples of the burial door who walk in the world, and no one knows what their origin is.

Since more than 100 years ago, the burial gate has disappeared, perhaps like many other sects that have been inherited for thousands of years, it was destroyed in that catastrophe. I heard that the bounty task of finding the Ancient Burial Ring released by the Yin Yang Pavilion a few years ago has not been completed until now.

Since this ring is the third uncle's personal belongings, it must be very important to him. If this bronze ring is really the burial bronze ring, then the third uncle is very likely to be the person who buried the door, and if he takes 10,000 steps back, even if he is not a disciple of the burial door, it is at least inextricably related to the burial door.

Thinking about it this way, after the third uncle took me to live in seclusion, why didn't he do other livelihoods, but only did this business of dealing with the dead, there is a very reasonable explanation. Although I don't know what kind of sect this burial door is, I can also hear one or two from this name, and it must be inseparable from the dead.

The fat man laughed for a while, then smiled, frowned, and said, "Recently, Your Excellency Yin and Yang have added a new profession. ”

In recent years, at least a dozen new professions have been added to the Yin and Yang Majesty, all of which are newly emerging and have never appeared before. On the contrary, some old professions are gradually declining. For example, the second leatherman in my line seems to be getting thinner and thinner.

"What's it this time?"

The fat man's face was a little solemn, and he said, "It's a headhunter." ”

I leaned over and only looked at it a few times, and my scalp tightened a little. These so-called headhunters are actually somewhat similar to the ancient two professions, the legendary killer and the bounty hunter. However, this headhunter is not the same as either of the above.

Headhunters hide in the darkness and kill for the sake of bounty, but while killing, they prefer to use cruel methods to kill. The gang seems to like the thrill of killing more. Fuck, these guys are just boring and sick lunatics. In comparison, although these are living people, they are far more terrifying than those hideous corpses.

While he was talking to the fat man, he heard a light footstep coming from the east end of the corridor. Just listening to this voice, you don't have to look back to know who is coming. turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw Dong Mingzhu holding a quilt and coming over here.

The fat man hurriedly closed the notebook. He didn't want Dong Mingzhu to come into contact with this dark web matter, after all, it didn't do her any good.