A group of children of all heights are walking towards the cemetery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThey held white and yellow flowers in their hands and chatted about exciting topics.

"Please be quiet! don't make me repeat it a second time!" the woman seemed a little angry. After these words, the children became much more honest.

Focus on the second half of the sentence. The children know that if the teacher says, "Don't let me repeat it a second time," they are really angry. And the consequences of making the teacher angry may be to carry a bucket and punish them, or to beat them in the palms, or to only make them eat bitter mustard greens. Either one is not very comfortable.

Seeing that the children had finally calmed down, the female voice softened a lot: "Come, take your flowers and line up." Let us offer our blessings to the dead. ”

Under the guidance of the teacher, the children entered the cemetery in two columns. They stood in groups of three and two in front of different tombstones to ensure that there were people in each cemetery to lay flowers. Obviously, this isn't the first time they've done this.

After standing in their positions, the children all had solemn expressions. They placed the flowers in their hands in front of the tombstones, then folded their hands tightly on their chests and closed their eyes.

"Okay, that's the pose. Stay still. The cameraman, who had been following the back of the line, shouted with bright eyes. Nearby, his companion with the bulky camera also hurriedly set up the tripod, and then he picked up a black cloth and covered the videographer who was about to shoot in it. And the other party also held the shutter at the end of the rope.

"Three, two, one. ”

With a click, the cameraman pressed the shutter. At this point, the photos of these adorable children will be printed on the negatives and become permanent images.

"So, these pictures of the children will be on the newspaper ad slots to get you more cemetery buyers?" asked Papitt.

Dr. Black was visibly proud: "Not bad. Since the last time it was published, there has been a significant increase in sales here. I really want to thank this group of kids. ”

"Don't you think there's something wrong with what you're doing?" Papitt said lightly.

Black seemed to hear something strange: "You're saying I shouldn't use kids as promotional material? Oh, come on, I raised them, so I don't think it's too much for them to do something for me." Some of this money is still going to be spent on them. ”

This sounds quite reasonable, but Papitt is inexplicably uncomfortable with this move. It was as if he had seen the big slogan in the newspaper - Sunflower Cemetery: a cemetery cared for by angels.

Suddenly, the photographer's angry voice came: "Hell, whose hand is this!" He had just slapped that hand in, and he was distressed about the negative, that the negative that had taken the wrong thing had lost its own value in vain.

Blake also hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Papitt also watched in the distance. At the end of the cemetery, a raised hand caught his attention.

"Annie, what are you doing, why don't you do what you do? The teacher shouted as he walked briskly.

Anne, the little girl who was already silent, saw that everyone's eyes converged on her, and her little face instantly turned red, and it was even more difficult to speak for a while. But she clearly didn't want to be under this pressure all the time. I saw that the weak little hand trembled and stretched forward.

The crowd followed her fingertips. It turned out that only the grave in front of her was in a state of excavation. No wonder she raised her hand for help. Since she was at the end of the entire cemetery, the people here did not notice that inconspicuous corner at all.

The photographer saw the situation and shouted, "It's just a new tomb, there's no need to make a fuss." ”

"Nope. We'd better go over and take a look. It was the female teacher who was still shouting just now, and her expression was very strange: "This cemetery is expanding outward little by little. The closer you get to the cemetery over there, the older it gets. So there are no new tombs there at all. ”

Blake exclaimed, "Who dug up that grave?!"

Sensing that something was wrong, Papitt ran to the grave, and he pulled the sluggish Anne to the teacher, who also came: "Take her, and let the other children stay away from here." Today's photo plan is cancelled. ”

Although the teacher didn't know who he was, there was a magic in Papitt's words that could not be refused. She asked her boss Blake for advice with her eyes and did as he wanted.

Children began to evacuate the cemetery.

Blake knew something was wrong, but he wasn't happy to stop shooting today. But he couldn't resist Papitt's decision. Helplessly, he could only do it, but he couldn't hide his irritability at all: "Okay, call it a day, I won't shoot today." You can fuck off. "He dismissed the videographers.

Look at the grave that has been dug up, and look at the coffin that is still lying underneath. Papitt cupped her chin and said, "Dr. Black, I have to ask you some questions. ”

Blake was stunned when he heard this, not knowing Pat's intentions.

"Are you really sure it's an old grave, and you didn't send someone to dig it up?"

"I'm sure. No. Dr. Black's answer was categorical.

Padett paused: "Then you shouldn't have sent someone to hide in the coffin." ”

He pointed to the black corner peeking out of the crack in the coffin.