Enchanter

No.60 Zhao Deshui's Sigh

Suburban cremation factory, when Yin Hui arrived, many vehicles had already parked at the gate.All the relatives of Qian Fang's family came to attend Qian Fang's funeral.

Walking into the welcome hall, Yin Hui found that most of the people had set up a mourning hall in the hall.It turned out that the police had notified the funeral home of Qian Fang's death and returned Qian Fang's body.After obtaining the consent of the family members, Director Zhou decided to set up a mourning hall in the lobby and hold a grand memorial service for Qian Fang. After all, a senior senior died, and the funeral still had to be operated in accordance with the procedures.

At this time, curator Zhou is orderly directing people to arrange the mourning hall.The general structure of the mourning hall has been almost arranged, and the slogans usually hung on the walls on both sides of the hall have been removed and replaced with solemn elegiac couplets.In order to increase the solemn and solemn atmosphere, a layer of black cloth was hung on the wall. The black cloth blocked part of the light, making the whole mourning hall dark, which made people feel a gloomy feeling from the bottom of their hearts.A small decoration was set up on the table at the reception desk, covered with a layer of white silk cloth, and then surrounded by a circle with white flowers representing death.Not far from the platform is a huge "Dian" character, which is about two meters high, and each stroke of the character is thicker than a human thigh. It looks dull and depressing, as if in that huge Behind the black lettering is the entrance to the underworld.

On the whole, the mourning hall is very well arranged, grand and yet simple and solemn, it must have taken a lot of effort to design it.

Old Zhaotou was busy hanging up the elegiac couplets at the moment. Yin Hui saw that he was holding the elegiac couplets in one hand and a hammer in the other, and was struggling to lift the elegiac couplets and hang them on the nails on the wall. Yin Hui hurried over to help.

"Master, let me hang it up for you, it's so inconvenient for you."

"Okay, come on, I'll help you pass it up."

The two quickly hung up the elegiac couplets, and then sat on the stool to rest.Looking at the mourning hall that was about to be furnished, Old Zhao felt a sense of melancholy in his heart. No matter how beautiful Qian Fang was during his lifetime, he was just like everyone else after death, even more miserable than ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Old Zhao couldn't help sighing softly, Yin Hui asked: "Master, what did you remember again? Why are you sighing?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just a little emotional."

"What are you feeling?"

"You said that the good person around you died suddenly, whether he was good or bad, you will never see him again, and all traces of him in this world have disappeared. Whenever I think of such a thing, I will A special feeling arises, I don’t know whether it’s sad or confused, I feel as if I exist in this world but I don’t exist, that feeling is really uncomfortable.”

"Really?" Yin Hui shook his head and said, "Why have I never experienced the feeling you mentioned?"

"It's because you don't have strong love and longing for the dead relatives in your heart. Of course you can't realize it. You can try to go to the open space alone at night and look up at the night sky. At that time, you will see huge bright lights in the sky. They are all the souls of the dead, they are watching us from the sky all the time, every relative of you is there, and they are watching you too."

"Why do you talk more and more scary?" Yin Hui was covered in goosebumps by the old Zhao, "Forget it, let's stop discussing those dead people. By the way, you saw Mr. Sun this morning. Is it? Why didn't I see him come to the funeral, and no one answered the phone. "

"Didn't Sun Faxue come? I helped decorate the mourning hall as soon as I came this morning. I haven't seen him yet."

"This is strange. He has always been diligent and diligent. What happened today?"

"Could it be that I drank too much yesterday and didn't wake up this morning?"

"Maybe, I'll call him again to see if he's awake."

Yin Hui dialed Sun Faxue's mobile phone, and it didn't take long for the message notification tone to sound, indicating that there was no one answering at this time, so Yin Hui had no choice but to hang up the phone again.

"Still haven't picked it up?" Old Zhao put down the cigarette pot.

Yin Hui nodded: "Maybe he really drank too much yesterday, I hope nothing happens to him."

Just as he and Old Zhao were resting, the mourning hall was also set up. Curator Zhou looked at the time and said, "Okay, the corpse can be carried in."

Curator Zhou called a few people to carry Qian Fang's body in, after a while Qian Fang's body was carried in from the outside, and then several people hurriedly put the body on the mortuary table that had been arranged .

Although Qian Fang's corpse has undergone cosmetic treatment, it still gives people goose bumps after seeing it.Due to the massive loss of blood, the skin of the corpse looked particularly white, a gloomy whiteness, just like the face of a zombie painted with white powder in a movie.Moreover, one eyeball of the corpse was also missing, so a fake eyeball had to be used instead. The two eyes looked completely different, as if the eyes of two different people had grown together.The torn parts of the corpse's face and head were sewn up with thread. Since Qian Fang's head was almost completely smashed, the entire skull was almost joined together with thread, so the corpse's face was criss-crossed with many The stitched mouth is like a centipede, and the whole head is as hideous and terrifying as a white puppet made of thread.

A few hours later, Qian Fang's memorial service officially started, and many mourners came one after another, most of them were employees of the funeral home, and some were his relatives and friends.The Civil Affairs Bureau also sent a representative, and the whole room was packed.All the people who came brought wreaths and elegiac couplets, large and small wreaths were piled up all around the mortuary table, and finally there was no room for them, so some had to be removed first, so that the people behind could have a place to put them.

The rain was still falling, and together with the low mourning music in the mourning hall, it created a good sad atmosphere for the memorial service.

People who came to express their condolences first bowed to the corpse, then presented wreaths and elegiac couplets, and then walked slowly past the mortuary table to pay their respects to the remains of the deceased.

Although the people who came to express their condolences knew that Qian Fang died other than in a car accident, and everyone was mentally prepared before coming, they were still taken aback by Qian Fang's ferocious and terrifying face. The stage passed by in a hurry, not to mention admiring, no one even dared to take a closer look, and some just glanced at the corpse and left. Everyone felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

At this time, Ouyang Xue also came with a middle-aged police officer. First, she bowed respectfully. They still understand the truth that the dead are the most important.After saluting, Director Zhou hurried up to greet them, and introduced the two to Qian Fang's parents.

Qian Fang's old mother held Ouyang Xue's hand tearfully and wanted to say something, but because she was too sad, she opened her mouth several times but did not say a word.He just held her hand and kept trembling, and finally knelt down in front of Ouyang Xue with a "plop", and then twitched and said something, hoping that Ouyang Xue would find out the murderer no matter what, and don't let her His own son died for no apparent reason.

I don't know if it was the sad atmosphere in the mourning hall, or because of the cries of Qian Fang's parents, Ouyang Xue suddenly felt a feeling of wanting to cry.Hurrying to help Qian Fang's mother up, he said with some sobs, "Don't worry, we will do our best to investigate the case clearly and give you a satisfactory explanation."

Qian Fang's mother nodded gratefully, thanked Ouyang Xue, and then went to receive other people who came to express their condolences.Old Zhao Tou and Yin Hui stood beside the morgue silently as if mourning silently, neither of them said a word.

Half an hour later, the memorial service gradually came to an end, and the people who came to express their condolences went back one after another, and only the funeral home employees were left in the mourning hall.

Curator Zhou said in a sad tone: "Okay, the others have already left, and our staff in the museum will give Master Qian a ride. I hope Master Qian can rest in peace as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Director Zhou walked slowly to the morgue, put down the wreath in his hand, and bowed three times respectfully.The others all held the wreaths that had been prepared and bowed one by one in order.

After the memorial service was over, Director Zhou asked Crematorium to quickly take Qian Fang's body away, and at the same time ordered the mourning hall to be removed and the hall re-arranged.