Aunt Winnie was on the phone and saw Aunt Mary passing by the living room, holding a coffee maker in her hand.

"I'll send it to you later." Aunt Winnie said to Aunt Mary with the microphone.

"It's okay, I'll take it down by myself. The mother and daughter who jumped off the building and died was a bit miserable. I'm afraid that Molly would be afraid if she stayed alone under her for a long time."

"OK."

Aunt Winnie smiled,

Continue to dial the next phone number and record on the next roster.

She didn't know what souvenir her nephew was going to give, but now, what everyone in the Inmerles family disliked the most was to stop and have nothing to do. After all, that kind of depressing atmosphere would make people extremely distressed.

Aunt Mary returned to the basement with a coffee pot.

Standing at the door of the studio,

She looked at Ms. Molly in surprise as she was sewing the face of the body with needles and thread.

The needle is removed very quickly, without hesitation, everything seems natural and calm.

"You really surprised me."

Ms. Molly smiled when she heard Aunt Mary's words and said:

"I just thought that they died so pitifully, and I didn't feel scared at all. Is it normal for me to be like this, madam?"

"I said, just call me Mary. It's normal for you to do this. In fact, most people don't feel afraid of the remains of their relatives."

"But they are not my relatives."

"Pity is also an emotional bond."

Aunt Mary sighed and sat down on another round stool next to her.

Xisuo and his mother were easier to deal with. Xisuo took poison to death and only needed makeup;

Xisuo's mother hanged her mother and her makeup needed to be thicker. The fractures on the neck could be covered with clothes, and then the leather was tightened with a stapler nail at the back of the neck, so that it would appear normal when lying in the coffin.

Tomorrow is a mourning service, so there is not much time left. In addition, there are still four bodies together, even if Molly is here, you still have to hurry up.

In addition, the mother and daughter who died after jumping off the building suffered serious damage to their faces and needed to be refilled and squinted.

Aunt Mary also picked up the needle and thread and said to Ms. Molly:

"Molly, are there any pig skin left on your side?"

"Here." Ms. Molly handed over the plate.

"You don't use it?" Aunt Mary glanced at the plate, then stood up curiously and looked at her face that had been repaired by Molly.

"Isn't it okay to just keep your face normal? I took the skin from the other parts of her body for use."

“This is not very suitable.”

"Isn't it suitable?" Ms. Molly wondered, "I think if I were them, I would rather use the skins on my face from other parts of my body than choose pig skins."

Aunt Mary suddenly felt that Ms. Molly's words made sense, because she would make such a choice if she thought about it from the perspective of others.

but,

After a while,

Aunt Mary still spoke:

"Relatives will not like it, if they know."

"Okay, I get it."

Aunt Mary looked at the girl in front of her who was being repaired by herself, sighed and said:

"Sometimes, it's really helpless."

Ms. Molly picked up the coffee cup and drank it all in one go;

Then he pulled the needle and thread while saying:

"lady……"

"Call me Mary."

"Mary, life is sometimes like a durian cake, and it may just smell bad."

Aunt Mary thought Molly was just comforting herself,

So he joked accordingly:

"But I'm allergic to durian."

...

"The coffins can be arranged side by side, the husband's are here, the wife's are here, the mother's are here, the little girl's... let's put them in the middle." Mason made the arrangement, and Ron stood beside him nodded.

"The tables and chairs are all set aside so that the guests can sit in the yard without having to arrange their seats inside, so that the internal space can appear larger."

"In terms of wine, it will be delivered there later, and it is all good wine."

"For meals, my nephew Karen will make them."

"You arranged it well, sir," Ron said.

Mason took a few steps back,

He bowed to the location of the morgue on the living room on the first floor;

Ron said curiously: "Sir, the coffin has not been put up yet."

"I will feel disgusted when the coffin is put on and then bow."

"It's not true, sir, although the death is a bit miserable, we are not without the deaths that are even worse..."

"Ron, I disgusted myself."

Ron stopped talking.

Mason opened the gauze curtains on the first floor window and saw the crowd still gathering outside the yard.

"They are very neat. They have been very neat since I came back at noon until now. Look at what they are doing now, are they practicing slogans?"

"Yes, sir." Ron nodded, "They are indeed practicing slogans, and I think they should be prepared for tomorrow."

"But it should be withdrawn, the reporters' cars have left."

Mason took out a cigarette and handed Ron one;

Ron took out the lighter and helped Mason and himself light it.

"Actually, I really hope to arrange a double-barrel hunting rifle at the mourning meeting tomorrow. When the mourning meeting begins, I will come out with a gun."

"Oh, sir, you are not authentic."

"Is that..."

"You need two double-barrel hunting rifles, otherwise what will I use."

"Yes, two."

Mason pointed in a direction: "You come out from there tomorrow with a gun, where are I, come in from the door with a gun, and then we will pound like this!!!"

"Yes, yes, it's better to make a barbed wire at the door in advance and stop them."

“Yes, that’s it.”

Mason, holding the cigarette, suddenly felt depressed, and Ron was the same.

Two large men stood face to face in the empty mourning venue;

"Ron, go outside to see if the car delivers the drinks has arrived."

"Okay, sir."

In the yard,

Alfred, sitting in the chair, raised his legs;

Previously, several female reporters outside took a few photos of him.

Ron walked out, looked at the shadow of the wine truck outside, stopped, looked at Alfred, and asked:

"Hey, man, I always think your work outfit looks great. Which store did you buy it?"

"The boutique garment store on Rhine Street." Alfred replied.

That was the neighborhood where Piaget and Mrs. Simore lived. It could no longer be called a rich area, but it had to be called a "Guiren District".

Ron smiled immediately when he heard this;

"Yes, I often buy clothes there, and the clothes in clothing stores in other places don't have that smell."

"Indeed." Alfred pulled his collar, "This is the same work suit designed by His Royal Highness of the Ruilan royal family during his condolences in the miner's district in Belwin last year."

Ruilan has a royal family, but it is often just a mascot. From time to time, it also provides Ruilan's citizens with various gossip news to enrich their spare time.

"Man, you shouldn't be a corpse mover, you can be a salesperson, that's a higher commission," Ron suggested.
To be continued...