Seeing that Master Qiong refused without even thinking about it, I was a little embarrassed. Master He stood by to smooth things over for me and said: "Horse face, the Thirty-Cross Prophecy is not a secret. Let's talk about it.

Shouldn't it be big?" Master Qiong ignored Master He's question and continued to smoke.

After communicating with Master Qiong, what makes me wonder is: Master Qiong is so reticent and unsociable, how can he be so popular? Is this the so-called personality charm?

Thinking of Master Wang's "half-hour warning", I didn't dare to stay in the cremation area for a long time. After saying hello to Master He and Master Qiong, I exited the cremation area and came to the morgue. In the morgue, Master Wang

Sister and Ju were still busy, so I didn’t bother them. They sat alone, reading magazines, flipping through their mobile phones, and killing time.

In the morgue, time seemed to pass very slowly, and it seemed that it took a long time. Master Wang said to me: "The first batch of family members to pay homage have arrived. Will you accompany me to deliver the body to the memorial hall?"

In the past, funeral parlors only attended as family members paying homage to the deceased, and everything was done in a step-by-step manner: paying homage in the memorial hall, resting in the rest area to wait for the ashes, etc. But now you can watch people paying homage to the deceased in the memorial hall from the backcourt, which makes you curious and fresh.

Although such curiosity and novelty are all based on other people's pain.

With a sense of curiosity and freshness, I followed Master Wang to push the flat cart. On the flat cart lay the first corpse that Sister Ju had put on today - a middle-aged man who died suddenly of myocardial infarction, and pushed it to the No. 2 Festival Hall.

There are about twenty or thirty people standing in Memorial Hall No. 2, old and young, men and women. Some of these people are crying, some are listless, and some are shaking their heads. Obviously, twenty or three

At least half of the No. 10 people are not grieving in the true sense. They may be friends of the deceased, colleagues in the workplace, or distant relatives of the deceased. For these people, this memorial ceremony is extremely boring.

Most of the people who were really grieving stood in the first row. Judging from their age, it was easy to see that the parents, wife and children of the deceased were present. Their faces were tired, their eyes were red and swollen with tears, and they were in great pain.

The emcee who presided over the memorial ceremony in the hall was a woman in her 30s. Master Wang introduced to me: "The emcee's surname is Zhou, and we all like to call her Zhouzhou." When the family members of the deceased saw the body of the deceased and brought it over,

Unavoidably, there was a burst of restlessness, cries of pain, and shouts. The man whom Master Wang called Zhouzhou walked straight towards us. Master Wang opened the iron fence and handed over to Zhouzhou. Zhouzhou saw me and nodded slightly towards me.

I nodded as a greeting, and I nodded in response.

After Zhouzhou verified the deceased's identity card, he asked Master Wang to push the flat cart into a fixed crystal coffin in the memorial hall. Then, after Zhouzhou locked the exit of the crystal coffin, he pulled the iron fence and

There was a white wire in the corner where the festival hall met, and suddenly mournful music sounded. It turned out that the white wire was the pull switch for playing sad music.

Then Master Wang and I pushed the second male corpse that died of leukemia to Hall 5, and the third female corpse that died of drowning to Hall 7. Master Wang's work was well organized and very efficient.

After the three corpses were delivered, it only took about 5 minutes.

After delivering the third corpse, Master Wang closed the iron gate of Hall 7 and asked me if I wanted to watch the memorial ceremony held in the hall from behind the iron fence for a while. I nodded. Master Wang accompanied me.

In Memorial Hall No. 2, I watched the memorial ceremony for the middle-aged man who died of myocardial infarction.

In the memorial hall, while mourning music was playing, a master of ceremonies, Zhou Zhou, presided over the memorial ceremony. Zhou Zhou was heard to say to the family of the deceased: "I would like to invite the leaders of the unit where Luo ** (name of the deceased) was alive to express condolences." After that,

After closing the mourning, a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears and half bald head took a piece of manuscript paper and walked up to the family members of the deceased. After bowing, he published an article about the "good traditions" of the deceased during his lifetime.

, and expressed deep regret and condolences, which took about five minutes.

After the leaders of the deceased's unit paid their condolences, Zhouzhou asked the family representatives to express their condolences. An old man with white hair in the first row came forward without any manuscript paper. He bowed deeply to the family members of the deceased and began his chapter.

The first sentence "The white-haired man sends the black-haired man..." From this, I guessed that the old man should be the father of the deceased. Sure enough, in the subsequent condolences, the white-haired old man always mentioned the deceased,

They all use the word "my son".

When the father of the deceased talked about his grief, he burst into tears. The family members of the deceased who were standing below were also affected by this and burst into tears. It took more than 20 minutes to express their condolences in just a few dozen sentences.

After the father of the deceased paid his condolences, the emcee Zhouzhou announced to the family members of the deceased: "Visit the body of the deceased for a week." After saying this, Zhouzhou started mourning again, and the family members of the deceased lined up one after another and slowly circled around the deceased.

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Viewing the body of the deceased is the last time you see the deceased. From now on, the appearance of the deceased can only be seen in photos or videos. You can imagine how reluctant the deceased's relatives are to leave.

There were many people crying, holding the crystal coffin and unwilling to leave, and beating their chests. It took more than 10 minutes to simply walk around the coffin.

Because there were two memorial ceremonies at 7:30, Master Wang returned to the morgue as early as ten minutes ago, preparing to push out the next corpse. Master Wang may have seen me "fascinated", so he didn't call me.

I.

I was very "engaged" and watched the entire memorial ceremony for the middle-aged man who died of myocardial infarction. It wasn't until a long "beep" sound that I came back to my senses: "What is the sound?"

I heard the sound and looked over, and saw at the end of the passage from the morgue to the back of the memorial hall, there was a rectangular LED display about 1.5 meters long and 0.5 meters wide, with a row of red characters moving on it - "Memorial Hall No. 7"

The ceremony is over." Then there was another long beep, and a row of red letters moved on the LED display - "The memorial ceremony in Hall 2 is over." Later, through Zhouzhou's introduction, I found out that the LED display and

The long beep sound is used to remind the corpse transporters and cremation workers: let the corpse transporters go to the corresponding memorial hall to drag back the remains; let the cremation workers prepare the corresponding remains for cremation.

Watching Master Wang coming in and out, I knew that if I went to help, it would only cause trouble, so I did not take the initiative to participate. Instead, I walked back and forth alone in the back of the memorial hall, between the morgue and the cremation area. Previously

My curiosity and freshness were gone. I had seen too many life, separation and death, and my mood became much more depressed.

After 9 o'clock, the administrative staff of the funeral home began to go to work one after another. Assistant Mo seemed to care about me and contacted me through the extension phone as soon as he got to work.

"Brother Jiang, how was your first day experience?" Assistant Mo asked playfully on the other end of the phone:

"I've only been working for a few hours. I shouldn't have experienced anything yet?" I said:

"So how was your experience yesterday afternoon?" Assistant Mo asked ghostly:

"It's okay! Just go home and rest early, and come to work early today." I deliberately pretended to be crazy and said:

Assistant Mo didn't break the pot to ask the truth, but said to me very considerately: "Brother Jiang, if you can't get used to being in the backcourt, you can come to my place. I can't see dead people here, and there's no noise or commotion."

, very clean.”

"Thank you, sister Xiao Mo! I'd better experience it carefully so that I can summarize. Well... if possible, let's have dinner together at noon. I want to ask you something." I said:

"What's going on? Can't we talk on the phone?" Assistant Mo asked curiously on the other end of the phone:

"It's nothing serious, it's just inconvenient to talk on the phone." I explained:

"Well, Director Xiao called me on my way to work and said that he and Deputy Director Zhang had to go out to do something today and would not return to the unit. He asked me to entertain you. Brother Xiao Jiang

,What do you want to eat for lunch today? I will help you arrange it in advance." Assistant Mo asked:

I thought for a moment and then said: "Then Qingsong Hotel."

"Okay, then I'll make arrangements right away." Assistant Mo agreed readily:

At this time, I suddenly thought of something and quickly added: "Don't arrange meat and vegetables!"

Assistant Mo on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I know! See you at 11 noon."
Chapter completed!