My master is invincible

Chapter 1279 Talking about the Grave (24)

Seeing that I was about to leave, Lin Qiaoer grabbed me and said coyly, "Well...what, if you don't leave me your number, how will I treat you to dinner later!"

I was taken aback, and immediately said: "No need, I just said that casually before, I have something to do here, so let's not talk about it!"

After finishing speaking, I didn't care about Lin Qiaoer's reaction, I opened the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, Yan Yu gave me a blank look, guessing it was because I 'molested' the little girl just now.

I gave a wry smile without explaining, and looked into the room. The house was eight or nine square meters, and a white wooden bed was placed in the middle of the room. A stool and a golden shroud. What puzzled me was that I didn't see the body of Yan Yu's father.

"Miss Yan, come here. I have a few questions. I want to ask you." While I was looking at the house, a middle-aged man emerged from under the bed. It was none other than Uncle Lin who was driving the hearse earlier. .

When I saw him, I didn't know what happened. I always felt that there was a kindness in this man, so I hurried over, and before I could speak, Uncle Lin raised his hand and pushed me, frowning and said: "I'm talking to Miss Yan. Discuss things, what are you meddling with, an outsider!"

Well, I am indeed an outsider, and I nodded apologetically to him, and stopped talking, just standing quietly beside Yan Yu.

"Uncle Lin, where is my father's body?" Yan Yu handed Uncle Lin a note.

"Alas!" Uncle Lin sighed and explained: "Miss Yan, it's like this. Since your father's body has been dead for too long, the skin on his body is basically festered. If you want to put on makeup, the process is quite complicated. I'm afraid... "

Before he finished speaking, I suddenly remembered something. When sending Yan Yu's father here, Uncle Lin told me that the deceased had been dead for more than a month. I couldn't figure it out on the way, how could the deceased Dead for a month.

Until now, I still can't figure it out.

At the moment, I couldn't care so much anymore, so I asked Uncle Lin why.

He ignored me and looked at Yan Yu instead.

Now, I was so depressed, so I asked Yan Yu.

She hesitated for a long time before writing: "Uncle Lin is right, my dad was indeed dead for more than a month, and not long after I went to the mainland, my dad..."

I was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded, "Yu'er, stop making trouble, I talked to your father just yesterday."

She glanced at me and wrote, "Really, everything you saw that day was actually my dad's body."

I was even more confused, and gave her an annoyed look, "Can the corpse talk?"

To be honest, I don’t believe what they say at all. I communicated with Yan Yu’s father for a while and gave him cigarettes. The most important point is that after his death, I checked the body of the deceased. It didn’t look like he had been dead for more than a month. corpse.

When Yan Yu heard my question, she didn't speak, so she looked at Uncle Lin.

Seeing Yan Yu looking at him, Uncle Lin sighed deeply and said to me, "Little brother, have you heard of graves?"

Say grave?

I was taken aback. I had never heard of graves, but I have heard of graves. There are two meanings of graves. On the other side of Henan, there are old people who have passed away. Following the funeral procession carrying the coffin to the cemetery, the whole process is called rushing to the grave there.

Another meaning is that every year on the festival day and Qingming Festival, people go to the graves to burn paper and kowtow, which is also called rushing to the graves.

But this is the first time I have heard Uncle Lin’s talk about graves, and I couldn’t help being hooked out of curiosity, so I immediately asked him, “What is a grave?”

When he heard it, he sighed and shook his head, "Forget it, since you don't know, I won't say anything, I can only tell you that the blessing body is related to the grave, and that's why the situation you said happened. "

After saying this, he sat down next to the wooden bed, took out his cigarette, and started smoking.

Without waiting for him to light the fire, I immediately leaned over, took out the lighter, quickly lit the cigarette for him, and said with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Lin, what did you say about the grave just now?"

He gave me a blank look, pushed the lighter in my hand away, took out the match himself, ignited it, lit the cigarette, shook it, threw the match stick on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't know, don't ask nonsense, come out. I won't be responsible for it."

"Don't worry, if something goes wrong, I promise you won't be held responsible!" I answered immediately, mainly due to my curiosity-seeking psychology, I felt that this was a novelty, and I really wanted to know something from him.

He glanced at me, "No, this means that the grave is related to the deceased, so you can't tell outsiders casually, otherwise, the deceased will be disgusted."

I was taken aback and said, "I'm not an outsider!"

That Uncle Lin was probably annoyed by my questioning, so he turned his head and ignored me at all, so I had no choice but to cast my gaze at Yan Yu and tell me directly that she should know.

Before I could speak, Yan Yu handed me a note, which said, "Don't ask, I don't know anything."

I'm fucking drunk too, these two people obviously knew what was going on, they didn't tell me in a daze, this made me anxious, and they almost didn't curse.

Afterwards, I kept pestering Uncle Lin with only one purpose, which was to ask him what happened to the grave. Uncle Lin was very firm and only said five words to me, "I want to know, there is no way!"

I pestered him for about three or four minutes, and I was so disappointed. I probably couldn't figure out what to do, so I had to sit next to Uncle Lin, smoking a stuffy cigarette.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a person walked in, about fifty years old, with a corpse on his back. If I guessed correctly, it should be Yan Yu's father. I quickly stood up and left. In the past, the corpse was first removed from the person and placed on the wooden bed.

After staring at the corpse for a long time, there was nothing unusual about the corpse, not like a corpse that had been dead for more than a month.

Uncle Lin obviously saw my doubts, glanced at me, didn't speak, then took the shroud from the side, said to the person who delivered the corpse that it was hard work, and began to put the shroud on the dead body.

What makes me more enlightened is that the way of wearing shrouds here is different from ours. Our close-fitting shrouds are red or blue, while the close-fitting shrouds here are white. Even the number of clothes we wear is different. There are mainly five pieces over there, and there are also three, seven, and nine pieces, but basically the shrouds are all singular.

However, the shrouds Uncle Lin wore for the deceased were four pieces. I thought I was fooled, so I counted them vigorously. Yes, there were four pieces, one white close-fitting shroud, two bright red undershirts, and the outermost A golden shroud.

Seeing this situation, I dared to ask Uncle Lin tentatively, "Well, Uncle Lin, have you always made a mistake? Aren't shrouds usually singular in number? I just saw that you wore four clothes for the deceased. pieces."

As soon as the words came out, Uncle Lin's face changed, and he raised his hand and slapped him in the face. It was extremely painful, and I could feel that he had used all his strength this time.

I was so dazed, this old guy is okay, he was about to get mad, but Yan Yu pulled me and shook his head at me.

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I glanced at Uncle Lin, and found that he didn't seem to pay attention to me at all, but was wholeheartedly tinkering with the dead man's shroud.

From his expression, I could see that he respected the deceased very much, especially when wearing the shroud, as if he was afraid of hurting the deceased, and he was very light on his hands.

To be honest, if it were me, I would never be so careful.

At the moment, I rubbed my sore cheeks and kept staring at him as he fiddled with the corpse.

After about seven or eight minutes, Uncle Lin finally fixed it. He took a deep breath, first smiled at me apologetically, and then gave me a cigarette. I didn't dare to take it, mainly because of my heart I was still brooding about the slap just now.

Being slapped like this for no reason, it's hard to put it on anyone!
Then Uncle Lin must have seen what I meant, smiled, and patted my shoulder, "Little brother, those of us who eat the food of the dead, there are three things we can't say in this life, and once we say it, it may cause disaster. "

I was slightly taken aback, and quickly asked, "Which three sentences?"

(End of this chapter)