The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 945 Yi Zhonghai’s Little Box

Cemetery, mass graves in the early years, and there is a crematorium next to it that smokes and smokes.

Even passing drivers would step on the accelerator and leave as soon as they get off the bus, so as not to get dirty things on them and have to recite the words.

Whether it is scientific or not, the subconscious reaction of the body is the most important. No normal person is willing to stay in this place for a long time.

The branches swayed in the wind, and the rustling sound they made, in broad daylight, made people feel a little uncontrollable. It always felt like it was eerie here.

After getting off the bus, Ms. Yu Huang looked at the rows of tombstones erected on the hillside. She didn't know what she was thinking. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, covered her mouth and nose, and went to the cemetery. Go to the main entrance.

After the bus left, a car slowly drove up. Following the car in the same direction, there was a group of people dressed in sackcloth who were walking out of the crematorium. The person at the front was holding a huge black and white photo of the deceased. , and the person next to him is holding a box.

"Unlucky, really unlucky, I've been twisting and turning, and ended up here~!"

Xu Le, who was in charge of driving, immediately straightened his eyes when he saw the place where Yu Huang got off the car.

As an atheist who faithfully believed in Marxist-Leninist materialism, he followed the suspect to a cemetery in the wilderness. There was a large black chimney standing next to him, and gray powder was floating in the air.

Although the group of people outside the car did not play suonas and carry white flags as usual, the mournful screams of the family members in white linen clothes still made the two people in the car responsible for tracking goosebumps.

When I arrived here in broad daylight and saw this scene, I felt that the temperature had dropped a few degrees.

"Bangchui~!"

"One piece, eggshell, two of us, be more yang~!"

It was obvious that when Xu Le opened his mouth, the stick next to him knew what he was going to do. Although he was called Bang Chui, the human brain was really not a stick, so he had to scoop him up.

"You, you, you are so cowardly, don't I have to stop the car~!"

Angrily, he got out of the car and watched the funeral procession holding the urn turn into the cemetery. Then the two people followed them in, pushing and shoving.

When the wind blew, snow-white paper money was flying all over the sky in the cemetery. Without the unique tone of the suona, the two young people became a little bolder and fell behind the team not far away. Each of them held a cigarette in their mouths to cover up their thoughts. Diudiu panicked.

"You didn't choose to meet here, did you?"

Bangchui licked the corner of his mouth, took a long puff of cigarette, and touched the hard member in his trouser pocket, only then did he feel a little bit safer.

If the scriptures cannot save them, they can still be saved physically.

"Not necessarily, normal people, who have nothing to do, come here, it's too conspicuous, not a suitable place for meeting~!"

Seeing that they had arrived at the cemetery office, Huang had already opened the door and entered in the distance. Xu Le quickly grabbed the mallet and walked to the other side. He found a tombstone at random, stood still and bowed.

"Brother, the public security agency is borrowing the precious land for use. Don't blame me~!"

Bangchui babbled to the tombstone, and when Xu Le heard it, he slapped him on the back of the head.

"What are you trying to do? Keep an eye on target No. 1 and see what she is doing~!"

"Tsk, the key point is that I'm not familiar with the owner of this tomb, and it doesn't look like him just standing there. Is it possible that I really want to kowtow to him~!"

Bangchui looked at the tombstone in front of him and rubbed the back of his head with some taboo. People who came from the countryside had an attitude towards these things that they would rather believe that they have it than not. They would rather pay homage than offend the person sleeping inside. people.

"Everyone has already gone in, but you still care so much. Just take a look and wait for them to come out, just bow and it will be fine~"

The two squatted in front of the tombstone. Xu Le lit a cigarette and pointed the cigarette holder at the tombstone, while his eyes were fixed on the dilapidated house of the cemetery management office.

Why Mrs. Yu Huang came here is still a question. It is impossible for ordinary people to come here for no reason. Plus what she took out from the dead mailbox in the morning, Xu Le guessed.

About twenty minutes later, Mrs. Yu Huang hurriedly walked out of the management office, still covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as if she didn't want to stay here for more than a quarter of an hour.

The two people who were watching were originally squatting. The moment Yu Huang came out, they both bowed to the unknown tombstone. Yu Huang didn't pay much attention to this and walked out of the cemetery gate. , and went straight to the bus stop, looking like he was going back.

The two people knocked on the door of the cemetery management office one after another.

"Hello, from the Public Security Bureau, please cooperate with the investigation...!"

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壁龛
Compared with cremation and burial, Futian has another way to remember relatives, and that is a niche.

To put it simply, it provides a larger storage warehouse where urns can be stored on rows of shelves.

Just like a cabinet for storing medicines in a traditional Chinese medicine store, one space can store an urn. Compared with the area occupied by burials, the niche can store more invisibly.

Of course, you can also save a lot of money. With the ashes storage certificate, you can find the corresponding place according to the numbers, and you can worship. More, it is just a formality.

Yu Huang arrived here twenty minutes after she came in. After showing her public security ID, the cemetery staff also brought the two of them here.

"On the 28th, this is the place she just rented to store her ashes. If you still need it, you can come out and find me~!"

There were densely packed urns on the densely packed shelves. The staff pointed to the location numbered 28 and did not want to stay here any longer.

Even the staff seem to be inexplicably shy about this place where the urn is stored.

The sun is shining brightly outside and the house is groggy. It is the real scene of the ashes storage place. It is so quiet that it is a bit eerie. This place has no windows, no ventilation, and no ventilation. There is an inexplicable smell in the air, like burnt smell, or some kind of havoc smell, which cannot be described in words. The smell is also mixed with sad emotions. , and the attachment of life and death.

Even though the lights had been turned on by the staff, Bang Chui still felt that the room was very dark.

Two young men, staunch materialists, were left in a place like this, looking at the neat rows of small boxes on the shelf and the one-inch black and white photos on the small boxes. The hairs on their arms were all gone. stood up.

Each of them had a slightly weird smile, as if they were staring at them as they entered.

"Lang Jingtian?"

Swallowing, even if his scalp was numb, the investigation must still be carried out. Yu Huang would not come to this place for no reason. Xu Le raised his neck and looked at the name on box No. 28 and read it out softly.

"Can't you open it?"

Bangchui was a little short, so he had to jump up and down to see the location of urn No. 28.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Why are we here? We must believe in science. Come and take it off~!"

As he said that, Xu Le moved the ladder next to him with a bump, holding it firmly with both hands, and raised his chin and motioned for the mallet to go up. The thief is going to die.

"Can I help you?"

Bangchui was on the verge of tears. He also wanted to hold on to the ladder. This was not a matter of fear of heights. He would rather fight with people on the battlefield with open swords and guns than look at those black and white photos.

I don't know why, but my legs are a little weak.

"If you don't go up, it's hard for me to go up. In my natal year, I will be guilty of Tai Sui~!"

Xu Le, who kept saying he believed in science, tugged on the belt with the last kick. He could see a hint of red inside. Not only was he determined not to go up, but he turned around and held the ladder a little closer to the door.

"Damn you~!"

Having said this, Bangchui gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and climbed up.

Lang Jingtian's box was retrieved, but an accident happened. When the stickman climbed up to hold the urn, his elbow directly hit the box next door, tilting it directly, and half of his body hung out of the urn.

Holding the mallet of Lang Jingtian's urn with both hands, he didn't expect such an accident to happen. But holding the box with both hands, he couldn't straighten the box that came out of the pestle, and watched helplessly as it fell to the ground.

"Clang, bang~!"

A burst of smoke rose from the ground, just like the scene when pouring mosquito coils into the trash can. It was called a smog.

"I didn't mean it~!"

Bangchui was on the point of crying, looking at Xu Le who was squatting on the ground and covering his head, walking down the herringbone ladder one step at a time.

"Cough, cough, bah, bah, cough, cough, cough~!"

His head was hit so hard that he was dizzy. Keyuan squatted on the ground and inhaled a mouthful of dust, which choked Xu Le's whole body and almost caused him to cough out his lungs.

It wasn't until Bangchui put the urn aside, helped Xu Le to the door, and took a breath of fresh air that he calmed down.

"Go to hell~!"

Xu Le, who felt that his life had been regained, pointed at the mallet, his hands were shaking with anger, and he cursed in a low voice.

When the two people came back and saw the open box on the ground and the debris on the ground, Xu Le gave Bangchui another hard look.

"Yi Zhonghai, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't blame me, are you too close?"

Bangchui knew that he had made a mistake and was busy making up for it. He quickly and cleverly moved the ladder away, picked up the urn and checked whether it had been broken. He kept apologizing to the things on the ground.

"Hurry up and clean up. It's really not enough to succeed, but more than enough to ruin it. Don't wait until someone sees it~!"

Seeing the stick gathering the things on the ground, Xu Le quickly picked up the broom behind the door and threw it casually. He looked at the other Lang Jingtian's urn on the ground, rubbed a big bulge on his head, and opened the box.

"Hmm~~?"

"What's in it?"

Holding the broom, he carefully collected the "residues" of the mallet, listening to the noise from Xu Le's side, and looked back.

"Why is there such a thing here?"

Holding a red rope, Xu Le pulled out half a jade pendant from the box. Yes, that's right, it was only half a piece. After taking it out, the box was empty.

The two of them didn't understand it after studying for a long time, but thinking about it, this thing is very important.

When Xu Le put Lang Jingtian's box back in place, he saw the mallet gathering the other one. He had actually thrown the big ones into the box, but there were many small and trivial ones that were difficult to deal with, so he simply dropped the unexpected ones. The box was returned to its original position.

"Okay, who's actually going to climb up and take a look~!"

Coming down from the herringbone ladder, the dust and debris that had just been gathered up by the mallet were swept directly into the bottom of the shelf by Xu Le, and turned into real dust.