Corpse Cremator

The police station left, the medical examiner also left, Xianliang Hall was locked again, and even the key was taken away by the police station. The female corpse was still placed in the ice coffin.

After lunch, the director called all the staff of the funeral home for an emergency meeting, canceled all the funeral arrangements that had been arranged before, and gave everyone a day off, but there was one rule: the matter of Old Li must not be spread outside. Anyone who spreads it outside will be severely punished and wait for the results from the police station.

After the meeting, Sister Yaoyao took the annual leave at that time. I accompanied her to pack her things and sent her to the bus stop outside the funeral home.

Before leaving, she reminded me: "You just started working, you should take two days off. When this matter is over, come back to work. Uncle Li will die next door. It's scary to think about it!"

I smiled and responded: "Sister Yaoyao, I'm brave and not afraid of those. Besides, I'll be burning corpses in front of the crematorium in the future. Don't I have to get used to it sooner?"

She didn't say much, turned around and got on the bus. Watching the bus going farther and farther, I took out my mobile phone and called my father, and roughly told him what happened.

On the other end of the phone, my father was very anxious: "Mao'er, this matter is probably not simple! There must be resentment when the corpse turns over. The female corpse probably turned over in the coffin because of the resentment. However, it is not ruled out that someone deliberately murdered her. Find a slaughterhouse and an old butcher to get you a piece of iron with a knife tip to wear on your body. That thing has a strong murderous aura and can drive away evil and avoid evil."

Yeah!

After hanging up the phone, I immediately searched for the nearest slaughterhouse on my mobile phone and took a taxi to go there.

The old butcher was a good man. When he heard that I wanted an iron tip, he immediately frowned: "Little kid, what do you want this thing for? The iron tip of the butcher knife is very murderous and can drive away evil spirits. You are so young, are you possessed by something?"

"No, I work in a funeral home and I am a little timid. I heard from the elders in my family that this thing can drive away evil spirits, so I got some and wore it on my body to give me courage!"

The old butcher laughed: "Kid, you need an iron tip to work in a funeral home. Are you a corpse collector?"

I shook my head.

The old butcher narrowed his eyes and said in surprise: "That's the job of cremating corpses. It's not an easy job! The nearest funeral home is the one with the stone mill. You wouldn't be cremating corpses there, would you?"

I didn't deny it. There was nothing to deny about it. I nodded and said, "Uncle, give me some! I'll pay you."

But the old butcher took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and handed me another one, but I refused. He said with a laugh: "Give me some money. You are so young and willing to be a cremator. You also want to seek stability and get a job. I will give it to you as a gift! This knife of mine was passed down from my ancestors. It is at least nearly a hundred years old and has been used to kill pigs. Take mine, there will be no problem!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

I took out a pack of Huazi from my pocket and handed it to the old butcher: "Uncle, it's a little interesting!"

"Kid, it's boring to do this job. Put it away quickly and return it. Something strange happened in my family a few years ago. Fortunately, the old Li from your funeral home helped me, otherwise I would not be alive today!"

The old butcher refused to take it, and I had no choice but to take the tip of the knife and go back.

Along the way, I was uneasy. Since my father said that he wanted to use the tip of the knife, something must be strange. But now, the skills I learned can't be used, it seems that I can only bear it.

Today, everyone is on holiday. The funeral home didn't even arrange a shift. I was the only one who went back to the funeral home, so I went back to the school dormitory. The classmates in the dormitory hadn't left yet. Most of them were still submitting resumes and looking for jobs.

When I walked into the dormitory, I frowned.

It was so strange. There was no one in the dormitory. I went to several neighboring dormitories. There was no one there either. They were empty. The quilts on the beds were removed and the computers were moved.

Could it be that these guys have found jobs?

I felt strange.

On weekdays, Jiang Ping played games like hell. He slept all day during the day and played games all night at night. Several of us best friends agreed that if there was an all-night competition, he could outlast others!

I looked at the sky and it was already dark. I called Jiang Ping. This guy still had several courses to retake. If everyone else graduated, he would never graduate.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered it. A sleepy voice came from the other end: "Mao'er, you still remember to call back. We were scared to death last night!"

"What's going on?"

I felt something was wrong when I heard it. I was very puzzled. I was in the funeral home last night and didn't go back to the dormitory at all. From the tone of this guy, it seemed that I scared them.

For some reason, I had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Last night, we brothers were going to celebrate your job and bought some wine and food in the dormitory, but we couldn't get through to you on the phone. Later, we ate by ourselves, but at about two o'clock in the middle of the night, someone was crying on your bed!" Jiang Ping said, trembling, and felt that his tongue couldn't be straightened.

I frowned, and felt that something was wrong. Jiang Ping didn't seem to be bluffing. There must be something real: "Is someone crying?"

"Yes, it's a woman. At first we thought she was drunk and hallucinating. Later we asked several people from the dormitory to come over and listen, and they all heard it!"

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, but I couldn't figure it out. I didn't offend anyone, so how could it be related to me?

"Just crying? Is there anything else?"

Jiang Ping sighed and continued: "Of course there is. The crying is a woman. Judging from her voice, she is probably not very old. She was crying and saying something like 'First the corpse collector dies, then the corpse incinerator'. She also said something about losing her favorite shoes and wanting to find them back!"

Click!

My face changed immediately, and the image of the female corpse appeared in my mind.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Ping continued: "You kid, you don't know, we were all scared, we used the clothes rail to pull open the mosquito net on your bed, the quilt was neatly folded, there was no one on the bed! People in the next door dormitories were scared, everyone raised funds, opened a few rooms in the hotel, and moved all the quilts and computers here!" Hearing this, I clenched my fists, and my palms were sweating. If what Jiang Ping said was true, it must be related to the female corpse in the funeral home, but I couldn't figure it out. The one who made a deal with you was Lao Li, why the hell did you come to me? At this moment, if Lao Li was still alive, I would definitely beat him up. If he didn't sleep in my room, how could this happen? But he was dead, so I could only figure it out myself.