My name is Chen San, my parents died when I was a child, and I grew up with my grandfather.

Grandpa was a second-leatherman, also known as a corpse sewer, who specialized in repairing the corpses of the dead.

This line of food is a dead man's meal, although the money comes quickly, but it is suspicious.

There is an old saying: I would rather be a street dog than a second-hand tanner, which means that people in the past would rather go to the street to beg for food like a dog than be a second-hand tanner.

Because of this, when I was a child, I was often looked down upon in the village, and some people said that I was a broom star, and my parents were killed because my mother died in childbirth, and my father was sewn to death on the old tree at the head of the village when I was three years old.

It's a sewing, not a hanging.

Pitch-black stitches passed through the trunk and my dad's body, sewing my dad onto the tree.

At that time, the people in the village were terrified, the old tree at the entrance of the village, with a diameter of more than two meters, how did the stitches pass through the trunk, which was not something that could be done by manpower at all!

It stands to reason that people's lives are at stake, and they should call the police, but my grandfather didn't let me, and the people in the village saw the weirdness of my father's death, and no one had much to do.

My grandfather carried my dad home on his own.

People in the village said that on the night when my father was grooming my father, many people heard my father's wailing.

They said that my dad had violated the rules of the second tanner's profession and sewed a corpse that shouldn't have been sewn, so he would die so miserably.

After staying in a village for so many years, everyone in the village knows that there are rules for my grandfather to sew corpses, pregnant women, one corpse and two lives are not sewn, and Qingming Festival is not sewn.

They all said that my dad broke the rules for money.

There is a precedent for my father, my father doesn't want me to enter this industry, saying that he just wants me to be an ordinary person in peace, but the strange thing is that my father takes me with him every time he has a job, and almost teaches me the craft of the second leatherman.

I didn't study well, but I wasn't bad either, and I went all the way to high school and university.

After graduating from college, working in a real estate company and having a girlfriend for more than a year, my grandfather's wish was fulfilled.

But the accident came, my neighbor Uncle Jiang suddenly called me, bringing a bad news, my father passed away.

Uncle Jiang said that the day before my grandfather died, a big boss in the city came to my father overnight with an ice coffin and begged my father to tidy up the appearance of a corpse.

As a result, my father died on the night of grooming the corpse, and as for the big boss in the city and the people he brought, they also mysteriously disappeared that night.

When I got the news, I dropped everything and rushed to the village.

Seven hours later, I rushed back to the village from the provincial capital, and when I saw my grandfather for the first time, my head buzzed, my father had been killed.

My father's death was the same as my father's.

The difference is that my father was sewn on the old tree at the head of the village, while my father was sewn on his Taishi chair.

One by one, the black twine passed through the Taishi's chair and my master's body, sewing the two together.

I immediately thought of the big boss in the city, and the ice coffin, my grandfather's death was inseparable from them.

The ice coffin has always been placed in my house, and no one in the village dares to touch it.

When I opened the lid of the ice coffin, I immediately felt a chilling chill in my face, which made my hands and feet stiff, and when I looked at the corpse inside the ice coffin, a chill rushed up from the tail vertebrae.

The corpse was a woman of about twenty years old, with a melon seed face and willow eyebrows, with the charm of a classical beauty, and obvious needle eyes on her eyelids and lips.

Not only that, but the corpse's hands and feet also had a circle of stitches.

I naturally recognized what these were, and it was a second leatherman who had already stitched up the corpse, but it was definitely not grandpa's technique.

I have been with my grandfather since I was a child, and I will never admit my grandfather's line approach.

This is not the point, the reason why I feel a chill in my heart is because the size of the limbs and the color of the skin of this corpse, although I have tried to achieve the most coordination, can still be seen through the details, it can still be seen that the proportions are different from the body of the deceased!

This is which two hangers and two leather craftsmen actually committed the biggest taboo of the two leather craftsmen and stitched the two corpses together, this is to seal the two grievances in one person, it's no wonder if nothing happens!

Since I was a child, I have been with my grandfather, and I know the rules of the second tanner.

The two leathermen have two non-sewing and a big taboo, one does not sew one corpse and two lives, and the other does not sew to die in Qingming, and it is taboo to splice and stitch the corpse.

My father has been a second-leatherman all his life, and he can see the strangeness of this corpse at a glance, and it is impossible for him to take this kind of work.

There must be something I don't know about, and there must be something I don't know about the female corpse, and I have a sense of familiarity, as if I've seen it somewhere.

I took two breaths and tried to calm myself down, and the most important thing now is to deal with my grandfather's funeral and untie my grandfather from the Taishi's chair.

This solution made me realize that something was wrong.

Regardless of the stitch method used, there are two ways to sew the body, either on the surface of the skin or hidden under the skin.

But on my father's body, I didn't find any threads, and these threads seemed to grow out of my father's body.

I was stunned, was my dad like this back then?

If so, is it the same person who killed my dad and killed my father?

After a while, I continued to sort out my grandfather's body.

At seven o'clock in the evening, when I walked out of the door, the mourning hall had already been built.

My grandfather has a good reputation in the village, and whoever has a big or small affair, my father will help.

After I came back, Uncle Jiang went out to inform that many people in the village came to help.

It was the village chief who led the villagers to work, in terms of seniority, I called him second uncle, and when he saw me come out, he pulled me aside and whispered: "San'er, your father's funeral is easy to handle, what are you going to do with the female corpse in the ice coffin?" ”

"Call the police!"

I was silent for a while, and spat out two words.

I know what the village chief means, there is such a female corpse in the village, no one can feel at ease, not to mention that my father's death is so weird, calling the police is the most correct choice.

"Okay, I'll do this!" The village chief was satisfied with my decision and took out his mobile phone to the side to call the police.

Uncle Jiang also came over and said, "San'er, I was drinking with your master when the boss in the city came last night, if you have anything to ask, just ask!" ”

"Why did my father take this job?" I asked.

This is what I want to know the most, with my grandfather's ability, it is impossible not to see the abnormality of the corpse, this kind of taboo work, in my memory, my father has never taken it, why did he take it this time?

"San'er, you also know that uncle is timid, as soon as he saw the coffin last night, uncle went home! How did your father talk to that boss, Uncle really didn't know, and it was so dark that Uncle couldn't even see the license plate number! ”

Uncle Jiang seemed to be sincere, but there was a sense of weakness in his eyes, and his performance made me sure that he must have something to hide from me.

I nodded and said nothing.

Half an hour later, two patrol cars came, made a brief note, pulled away the ice coffin, and said that there was news that would notify me.

In the countryside, there is a complete set of white affairs system, how to set up a mourning hall, how to burn paper, how to pay tribute, how to thank filial sons, there are rules.

After the patrol car left, I followed the rules and began to burn paper.

After dark, the village chief left a few bold ones to wake with me.

I was tired all day, lying on the table in the mourning hall, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up.

There was no movement around, no one called me, and I don't know why, but suddenly I woke up.

Looking around, I suddenly noticed that the people who were keeping the wake with me were gone.

My heart thumped, and I got up to see the coffin as soon as possible.

The moment I saw the coffin, I shuddered, it was not my father who walked in the coffin, but the female corpse before.