That's how I worked as a temporary worker for four years.

I'm twenty-two this year!

Because the work is very simple, my work in the yang world for the past four years is basically staring at the furnace and scheduling all kinds of data.

Extinguishing the furnace is also very simple, you only need to open the lower lifting plate of the furnace, and the ashes will be automatically loaded into a shelf below, and a piece of silk cloth will be placed on the shelf in advance.

Pull out the shelf, take out the silk cloth, tie it up, hand it out from the conveyor hole, enter the family ashes collection place in front of you according to the number, and then lift the silk cloth and put it into the box selected by the family.

Of course, the rest of the work is done by other colleagues, and I only need to do the work that comes out in front of me.

However, under normal circumstances, after pulling out the shelf, some relatively large bones that cannot be put into the urn visually still need to be knocked manually.

This is also an important responsibility of the boiler workers in the crematorium, and when they smash it, they have to say a sentence in their mouths: go all the way!

But now this traditional consciousness is not much inheritance, after all, the mask is tightly worn, and it is really inconvenient to speak.

In addition, I still have a job in the underworld, and because of my position, I will go to the mourning hall every day to walk around, and I will register and collect what I can receive.

There are also some obsessed people, some wishes that cannot be fulfilled for a while and a half, and do not want to enter the spiritual world too early, must be consumed until they see their physical body cremated before they are willing to leave.

This boiler room became the last gathering place for the undead.

Under the impatient guidance of the curator, I became more and more familiar with the high-end dungeon mobile phone, and slowly found that the function is really powerful.

For example, there is a circle of friends in this underworld, and when I opened it for the first time, I almost didn't scare my jaw down.

However, the circle of friends is indeed lifeless, and it may take ten days and half a month before a ghost sends a message.

For example, ten days ago, Mr. Bai posted a selfie, and he liked to accept his red eyes, and only showed his white eyes to take a headshot, which really scared a handsome face.

I was looking at the headshot of Lord Bai in this mobile phone and wanted to laugh, but Zhang Yi walked in.

Oh, and to introduce:

Zhang Yi, male, 23 years old, one year older than me.

My father is the undertaker of the crematorium, and the two of us are basically iron buddies who have played since childhood because of the age difference.

Even going to and from school are inseparable, and over time they have become like my brother.

He also entered the field at the age of nineteen to learn the trade from his father, and now he can be regarded as half a makeup inspector.

This crematorium generally inherits the father's business, and it is normal for a woman to attack her mother's skills.

At this time, Zhang Yi was wearing a black overalls and a black cloth hat on his head, a bit like a doctor's hat, except that the doctor was blue, but their makeup examiner was black.

He walked in with a grin, "What are you going to eat at night!" ”

I looked at him helplessly, and glanced at him listlessly.

carelessly took a small hammer and smashed the ashes on the shelf.

I glanced behind me, looked at the four or five still burning stoves, and sighed, "There's still so much to be done!" ”

He whistled in his mouth, put back the black mask hanging from his ear, and said:

"I'll help you, two clicks!"

As he spoke, he picked up the small hammer next to him and began to smash it.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll take a shower!" I listlessly dropped the little hammer in my hand and walked towards the bathroom next to the stove.

Speaking of the bathroom next to the furnace room, it was a traditional project in the boiler room, and there was a debate about whether this bathroom should be kept in the first place.

In the end, it was retained.

First, it is safe and environmentally friendly, the water pipe next to it passes through the roaring incinerator, which is inexhaustible, and it can also keep the fire warm for a long time, as long as the furnace is burning, there is hot water.

Second, it's practical, because there's no way to avoid working in a furnace all day with your face and nose covered in ashes, even if you're wearing a ten-layer mask.

Third, it also has a deep meaning, this water is a fire, a yin and a yang, the living and the dead are naked, the dead are rolling in the fire, and the living are in the water, which is quite a bit of reincarnation.

Therefore, as soon as the decision was made, the bathroom next to the stove was retained.

Anyway, I'm used to taking a bath by the stove, because it's warm and I don't dare to see people when I walk out of here without washing.

When I finished washing and walked out, I saw Zhang Yi standing aside with his hands in his hands.

"You're done!" I looked around.

"Of course, how efficient am I!" His handsome smile like a sunny boy shines across his pretty face.

I can't help but feel a little pity, what a handsome guy this is, after doing this job, where will I find my daughter-in-law in the future.

But this matter, it is estimated that Zhang Yi also thinks about it for me.

We both looked at each other and reciprocated with a sympathetic look, but there seemed to be no other meaning in this sympathy.

He naturally put his hand on my shoulder, like hugging a brother: "Let's go, accompany me to make the last order and go to dinner!" ”

"What time is it, why do you still have business!" I was a little impatient, I had just taken a shower, and I didn't want to go to the dressing room with him again.

"Oh, go ahead, go ahead, my dad just called me to help!"

I was piled out of the furnace room as he spoke, and I looked back and saw that there were still two stoves that seemed to be two hours away, so I went and checked, and they were idle anyway.

I glanced at the curator who was lying on the table and licking his hair leisurely, and gave him a look.

"Curator! ......" I called out its name the moment I was pushed out.

But I didn't even get the sound of a fart.

was pulled by Zhang Yi to the door of the dressing room, and all the way were colleagues who had watched it for 20 years.

There are friends who have played together to the end, and there are also older colleagues who have watched us grow up together.

Seeing me and Zhang Yi fighting and scolding, it seems that I am used to it!

As soon as he pushed the dressing room open, he saw Zhang Yi's father, Uncle Zhang, sitting in front of a corpse seriously.

He has sword eyebrows, and his eyes are not very large, but they reveal a strict and focused light, which will make you think that he must not be an idle person.

It reads: Don't enter the living!

He continued to do his thing, as if he had become accustomed to the presence of both of us.

Since the two of us could walk, we have nothing to do all day in this room to watch him put on makeup on the dead, and some strange corpses can also be restored to their appearance through his various fiddling.

He always told us that makeup is a very serious matter!

Because he said that when he was doing this, one of his hands was not his own, but belonged to the deceased, and it was the deceased who was holding his hand to complete!

But as soon as I entered the door, I realized that something was wrong with this corpse today!