Karen stood up and looked at Roth, who had previously pressed his hands on crutches and held his chest to help him maintain balance.

Take a deep breath,

Feeling a little dizzy in my brain.

It was difficult to tell whether it was hypoxia or intoxicating oxygen for a while.

But in my heart, I suddenly relaxed, and the huge rock that was originally suppressed in my heart seemed to have been moved away at this time.

However, this emotion cannot be expressed in words, not because of its complexity, but because of the tragedy of another family, the moral standards prevent you from saying anything inappropriate.

If you are not on the scene, but are calling, then you can do it:

"Hey, Rot, I heard that a family died on your street, scared me, and thought something happened to your family."

In the face of death,

Most emotions are stained gray;

Many times it is not because of respecting a deceased, but because of respecting life;

After all, most people imagined what it was like when they were lying there when they looked at the deceased who was lying at the mourning service.

Of course, inner relief is understandable, and there is no need to feel guilty about it. It is difficult for human suffering and sadness to achieve true commonality, especially for strangers.

"Caren, Karen?" Uncle Mason shouted again, "Are you okay? Help this car."

Karen turned around, walked over, and held the stretcher truck.

Uncle Mason ordered again: "Afu, go and carry the one inside, Karen, if you can't push it, wait for us here."

Karen tried to push a stretcher truck by himself. If it was not a big problem on the smooth road, it was just a bumpy place and the wheels were easily trapped.

At this time, Sarah's mother came over, grabbed the other side, and helped Karen push the stretcher truck together.

Roth followed along: "Mr. Karen, do you know that on this street I am called the cripple Roth, and the one lying on it is called the Broken Hands of the Sisso."

"Speaking of this, his father and my father were coworkers. When we were young, our fathers often drank together, and we both played together."

"Later, we entered the same factory together. On the day of the accident, we were all pressed under the equipment. I lost one leg for it, and he lost one arm."

"He once comforted me like this, hey, Rott, I really envy you. You have at least a pair of complete hands that can be used as slippers with tire skin, but I can't use these feet to knit gloves."

"His family is actually more difficult than mine. I can earn hundreds of lorries a month to subsidize the household income in summer, and my wife can work in a textile factory and get paid.

Many times he could only pick up leftover meat from the garbage dump and sell it to the fried pork shop. However, he often brought the freshest and most complete meat home and distributed it to us.

Every time he gives me meat, he will say:

Hey, even if the meat is left, it still smells good when it chews, just like both of us, missing arms and legs, but aren’t we all the same human beings?”

"His wife has always had a heart problem and couldn't do tiring work, so she and his mother gave her origami boxes at home. One hundred boxes can be exchanged for 2 lbs of wages, and she often has one discount for a whole day."

"After we came back from the parade that day, we were all very excited. He said to me, Rott, did you see that Mr. Sikson is still standing with us, and he is still the pride of our East Side."

"He is already allocating the 200 rupees he can receive per month. He said he wanted to save it and let his wife go to the hospital to check the heart. He said his wife's heart problems seemed to be getting worse, but his wife said that the money should be saved for the child to go to school, and when the child goes to junior high school, the tuition and book fees should be more expensive."

"Just last night, after you left, Mr. Karen, I visited his house. I took out the exquisite business card you gave me to him."

"He was surprised and said that he saw the hearse parked on the street. When he passed by, he sighed, "What kind of family members can lie in such a luxurious and comfortable car to attend their mourning service after their death?"

"I told him that you had dinner at my house. He said that when his baby goes to junior high school, he should know his classmates from a good family. When he takes the classmates home as a guest, he has to prepare something to entertain without losing politeness."

After the stretcher truck was pushed to the hearse, Karen opened the rear cabin of the hearse and pulled a pad from it so that the stretcher truck could be pulled up directly, which is a configuration that the old hearse does not have.

Karen went up first and pulled up, while Sarah's mother and Rott reached out to push down.

Finally, a stretcher truck carrying the "Sisosao" was pushed onto the hearse.

Karen walked out of the car, looked into the distance, looking for the figures of his uncle and Afu.

At this moment, Mr. Rot, who had been talking, suddenly put his face in front of Karen. His expression became a little distorted, his eyes were completely red, and he roared almost hysterically:

"Mr. Karen, a father who was considering how to entertain his daughter's family classmates in the future, did he commit suicide by taking poison. Do you think it's possible?"

"I……"

"He died, Xisuo died after his broken hand, his mother was hanged, and his wife jumped off the building and died. I went to see the scene, I couldn't watch it, I couldn't watch it at all, and I couldn't bear to watch it.

Mr. Karen, their little Mira is the treasure of their whole family.

No matter what happens, they will definitely try their best to protect Xiao Mila, especially his wife, who has had a heart problem since her childbirth.

His wife regards her daughter as a higher preciousness than her own life.

Even if she wants to die,

How could he die with his daughter!"

Karen didn't know how to answer Roth's words.

Rott grabbed Karen's clothes with his hands, and Sarah's mother pulled her husband from behind, but Rott just didn't let go.

"And... why are you, Mr. Karen, who came to pick up Sisso?

Oh my God,

Can he afford the funeral?

His family even needs to collect cremation fees.

How could you have money to hold a mourning service?

Look,

He is now lying in this comfortable car.

This was something he didn't dare to think about when he was alive yesterday!!!”

"Plop!"

Roth's two crutches fell to the ground, and then he fell into the puddle, splashing a piece of sewage, but even though he was disabled but always clean, he kept slapping the puddle with his hands:

"Who can tell me what's going on! Who can tell me what's going on!

Why do those reporters come so quickly!

Why did Xiso scold Mr. Sikxon in his suicide note?

Oh my God,

He is a broken-handed Xisuo who can't even understand the elementary school questions and needs to bring his daughter to ask Sarah for homework problems!"

At this time, a group of reporters who had finished taking pictures came out;

They carried umbrellas and protected the cameras, and carefully stepped over the puddle bricks. When they passed by Roth, who was slapped at the puddle, they all showed frightened and contempt and walked around from afar.

Let Roth continue sitting there and shouting frantically.

At this time, with the help of a policeman, the uncle pushed out the body of Xisu's mother.

Further away, Afu came over with another stretcher truck alone, and two people were lying under the white cloth.

All the bodies were transported to hearse, the wheels of the stretcher were put away, and in the pit in the middle was Xisuo and his mother, and the wife and daughter were placed on both sides where the people in the same car were originally riding.

After signing a form with the police, Mason got into the cab.

"Young Master, I'm getting in the car." Afu reminded Karen.

Karen got into the car, and the corpse was lying down at the seat of the man. Karen could only sit down with Afu, and at the same time stretched out an arm to prevent the car from shaking and causing the corpse to slide down.

finally,

The noise outside began to move away, and the hearse drove out of the mine street.

"Afu, help me get a cigarette." Uncle Mason shouted.

Afu walked over, took out Uncle Mason's cigarette, handed one to Mason's mouth, and lit it for Mason.

When Ah Fu was about to put the cigarette back, Mason whined to the back.

Ah Fu understood, and at the same time remembered the scene where he and Ms. Molly smoked with the Great Exist and then laughed loudly on the windowsill on the second floor of No. 128 Mingke Street that day.

Alfred delivered the cigarette to Karen's mouth,

Karen took the cigarette, but refused to help light it.

"uncle……"

Before Karen finished speaking, Uncle Mason, who was driving, immediately shouted:

"Suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide, suicide!"

Prepare the deposit for the funeral club in advance, make an appointment, and then the whole family commits suicide and waits for the body to be collected. This is not impossible. In fact, I have not encountered similar businesses before. In order to die together, an old couple helped them arrange their funeral in advance.

But the deposit of 100,000 rupees,

Inmeres's funeral club,

Can this family living in Mine Street afford it?

Those who give deposits have long known that someone will die, and today they will die, and the whole family will die!

It’s not the case where a generation dies and a group of people dies!
To be continued...