Loss of Order

I am an undertaker. The volume of business orders has suddenly doubled in the past week, which made me smell something unusual. Because at the speed I work, the post-processing of a body often takes two hours. But now, it only takes ten minutes to do it. The boss also specially told us that we must wear N100 masks for cleaning work. As for the remains, they are also transported to our crematorium in special body bags made by the hospital for rapid incineration. Once I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to secretly open the body bag to find out. The old master found out and scolded him: "You bastard, how dare you touch them? Do you think you have a long life?"