Chapter 80: Remains

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"Are you asleep?"

"without."

"Didn't you call me to sleep with you?"

"Can't sleep."

"oh."

"How long have you lived?"

"It's been two hundred years, but I've been lying in the coffin most of the time. In fact, if I count it, I've been living outside for less than twenty years."

"What do you think of your boss?"

"It's not good, Xiaojiazi is very angry."

"I feel the same way."

"Did he scold you today?"

"It was my fault."

"oh."

"Actually, I've always been curious, what kind of person is the boss and the one you often talk about?"

"What kind of person?"

"Um."

"Let's put it this way, if he switched positions with your boss yesterday, he wouldn't have to wait for me to make a move, he would have killed that puppet himself, and he wouldn't be afraid of exposing anything, and he wouldn't come up and ask me to meddle in my business."

"Oh, that's it." Bai Yingying pondered for a while, and said, "A person like this won't live long, right?"

Tang Shi was silent.

"Actually, the boss has many shortcomings. Sometimes he is not manly enough. He also looks forward and backward when doing things. After doing things, he always cares about them. But in general, it is actually okay. Everyone has a different life. Naturally, everyone has a different personality.

He likes to be cautious, just like a squirrel, he likes to move things home, enjoy this feeling of accumulation, and protect this feeling, because he used to walk out of an orphanage, and he originally had nothing. "

"Can you understand him?"

"I can't talk about understanding, but to be honest, I don't want to turn myself into what you are now. I like to play mobile phones, play games, watch movies every day, enjoy the current life, and make up for the fact that I was lying in the coffin before. The boss can still pamper and satisfy me in this respect despite the shortcomings of two hundred years in my life."

"Is it interesting to pursue a life without any turmoil?"

"Not everyone yearns for waves and passion, and everyone should have their own way of life, as long as they like it.

To be honest, sometimes I can see that the boss is enduring himself, and I am also very worried that the boss can't help it and become the same person as you and the one you said. "

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid."

"He's already died once, what else is there to be afraid of, what else is there to be afraid of, he doesn't suit my taste, he looks very peaceful and polite, but his bones are still full of egoistic thoughts of petty masculinity, only thinking about himself, To put it bluntly, it is selfish."

"Boss is okay."

"You disagree?"

"I don't agree, I know that when my wife handed me over to the boss after her meritorious deeds went to hell, she must have said that she wanted to get rid of me, but the boss never did that.

Moreover, I also know that because I am in the store, there will be fewer ghosts coming to the store, and the boss did not drive me away. "

"That's because he uses you as a pillow, and he wants to sleep peacefully at night."

"Isn't it good for a person who is willing to give up performance for the quality of sleep?"

heard that,

Tang Shi was stunned for a moment,

I don't know what,

The figure of the person who likes to sit in the sun at the door of Mingdian with a chair in his mind appeared in his mind.

The sun shines on him,

Like an old grandpa.

………………

No matter what, the problem of the faceless girl has been solved at least temporarily, and now he just needs to wait for the final result from Rongcheng.

Of course, this matter can wait, but there is no way to wait for the moving matter. Xu Qinglang has found a new address, which is near the South Street in the center of Tongcheng City. It is considered the commercial center in the hearts of old Tongcheng people. Traffic is high.

Zhou Ze received an invitation yesterday to attend Ms. Liu's mourning party. Zhou Ze didn't know why he invited himself. He didn't plan to go, but after seeing the payment, Xu Qinglang strongly urged Zhou Ze to come. He had to go, because the shop he was looking at belonged to Miss Liu's family.

It seemed a little wrong to discuss business with his family members at his funeral, but Zhou Ze agreed in line with the policy of saving what he could.

Taking the car to the address on the invitation, Zhou Ze found that this was not the funeral home he was going to, but a rural location, a villa built among the fields.

At this time, it is the season of rapeseed flowers blooming, this villa is hidden in the sea of ​​flowers, giving people a very cool feeling.

Not many people came, and there were only four or five cars parked at the door.

When Zhou Ze got off the car and walked in, he saw Cui Yilang standing in the courtyard and several other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association. They stood together and chatted in a low voice.

No one greeted Zhou Ze, and no one came to collect gifts. There were a few scattered groups of people there, as if they were on an outing.

From the outside, this house looks no different from the three-storey residential houses built by ourselves in the countryside near Tongcheng, but when we walked in, we found that the interior was decorated in a style imitating Western Europe.

Up to the beam, down to the coffee table and cups, it makes people feel as if they have walked into the background board of a British drama.

The sound of music sounded at this time, not the usual "sorrow", but Chopin's "Farewell Waltz". Although it was about parting, the tune was much lighter than domestic mourning.

Several women in black veils came down from upstairs. This is the owner's house.

A priest-like man walked to the center holding a Bible.

Everyone gathered together to share the sorrow.

Zhou Ze poured a cup of coffee at the self-service counter nearby and drank it in small sips.

Domestic funeral customs have been reformed several times in modern times, and it can even be said that they have been subverted several times. Most areas have long banned burials.

To hold a funeral in the countryside is to set up a shed in front of one's own courtyard to manage it. In some cities, it is done in one's own community or simply rented a place at the funeral parlor.

It was also the first time Zhou Ze had encountered such a Western-style funeral.

Zhou Ze remembers someone who said before that there are many "funeral workshops" for families in some western countries. The first floor of his house is also used for normal life, and it is also rented out as a mourning venue. At the same time, it also provides services such as corpse collection and corpse art. .

Looking at this place now, it seems that this style is also followed, but in China, most people still can't accept it.

When it came time to pay their respects, everyone lined up and passed by one by one. If you feel better, you can hold the coffin lid and talk.

When it was Zhou Ze's turn, Zhou Ze took a look into the coffin and found that Miss Liu was lying neatly inside, wearing a black dress, as if she really fell asleep.

To Zhou Ze's surprise, Miss Liu fell from upstairs in front of him. No matter how you use words to modify it, there is no way to cover up the fact that she died in a terrible state, but Miss Liu's remains are very ugly. It is exquisite and the restoration is very good.

This made Zhou Ze think of the mortician who held the eyebrow pencil and put on makeup impatiently at him when he died. He had never enjoyed such treatment.

It's not fair that the dead can't give bad reviews.

After paying homage to the deceased, everyone went to the side hall for dinner, in the form of a buffet, but there were not many things to eat. It was nothing more than some pastries and sausages. Dine and drink here.

Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of wine, drank some, and then walked out of the side hall. He planned to talk to Ms. Liu's former family members about the lease of the shop.

Xu Qinglang said that he would rent it out for a year first, and then Zhou Ze would pay him the rent on a monthly basis. This was because Zhou Ze couldn't afford so much money all at once, and Zhou Ze had to reciprocate by being able to help talk Let's talk about the price.

After searching around, Zhou Ze didn't find the family member wearing black veil, but saw the priest smoking a cigarette standing at the stairs.

When Zhou Ze walked over, the priest also handed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

Two men stood together, smoking a cigarette.

The priest is not a foreigner, but also a Chinese. He is about thirty years old and has a tender face.

There was no communication, and after smoking the cigarette, the priest walked away. Zhou Ze stubbed out the cigarette but happened to see that there seemed to be a staircase leading to the bottom of the stairs.

Should be the basement.

Ordinary Chinese families generally do not have the habit of building basements. Out of curiosity, Zhou Ze went down and saw the elevator inside, and there was a metal door next to the elevator.

The door was open, pushed open the door, walked in, and suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped a lot.

In front of Zhou Ze, there were two steel beds and a freezer, similar to the style of a hospital mortuary, but with some additional equipment.

Gives people a feeling that this is a slaughterhouse.

Walking to the side of the steel bed, Zhou Ze stretched out his hand to touch it. Here, someone should be lying dead. Ms. Liu should also lie here before receiving the last beauty treatment in her life.

This is the beauty salon for the dead.

"Sir, this place is not open to the public."

A young man in a gray suit stood at the door and spoke.

Zhou Ze nodded apologetically, he was the one who was abrupt.

"Have we met somewhere?" Zhou Ze asked, because he thought the man looked familiar.

"Maybe, this is my business card. Of course, we don't want you to have the opportunity to use the phone on it."

The young man handed Zhou Ze a business card,

The name of "Chen Zesheng" was written on the business card, and the note was the curator of Tongcheng Western-style funeral home.

"How is business?" Zhou Ze asked.

For a long time, others came to ask Zhou Ze "is the business good?" Now Zhou Ze finally found the opportunity to ask others.

Of course, Zhou Ze also knows that when others ask themselves "Is the business good?" they actually think in their minds:

This evil pen actually opened a dilapidated bookstore in this dilapidated place, and the business is doing well!

"It's a bit deserted. After all, there are not many people who accept this kind of funeral custom in China." Chen Zesheng said with a wry smile.

"Um."

After Zhou Ze finished asking, he felt comfortable.

"By the way, the family members of the deceased are on the second floor." Chen Zesheng reminded.

"Okay, thank you."

Zhou Ze left the basement.

However, when Zhou Ze just walked up the stairs, the hand holding the business card suddenly trembled, and he lowered his head to look at the name on the business card again:

Chen Zesheng.

like,

The one who died with Ms. Liu the next day

love,

Also surnamed Chen?

…………

closed the metal door,

The young man in a suit and leather shoes lay on the steel bed,

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the right cheek, the skin was wrinkled and cracked, and there was still green shaping potion flowing out of it.

he shook his head,

sighed:

"As soon as I died, the two make-up artists at home started to be lazy.

If things go on like this, how will business be done? "

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