My name is Chen Qiubai. I used to work as a forensic doctor in the provincial department. But something happened and I returned to my hometown in the county. I took over the longevity material shop left by my grandfather and also used to clean people's faces in the funeral parlor.
In our line of work, what we fear the most is not the dead, but the dead who refuse to leave. They won't close their eyes until I finish speaking.
Last week, a girl was sent to her. She was 21 years old and wore a red hijab. She was said to have jumped from a building after falling out of love. Her family members urged her to be cremated early the next morning.
As soon as I put the towel on, she shook her head under my hand.
Dead men don't shake their heads.
Later, I took out a piece of soaked red paper from her throat, with birth date and name written on it, which is suitable for Yin marriage.
My grandfather also passed away half a year ago, and everyone said he had a heart attack. In the past few days, I was looking through his belongings and discovered that the gentleman who performed the last ritual for him was the same person who arranged the secret marriage for this girl.
Anyway, I have nothing else to do when I come back.
After working for a long time, I realized that those who were eager to be cremated and shut up the dead were often the same group of people behind them. Even my grandfather's "heart attack" fell into this line.
Come one by one and let them finish their words.
This time, I not only send them away, I also want to see who is so afraid of death.
