The horrific incident just now changed Chu Fufa's appearance completely. He was timid and timid, but he was timid and obedient and obeyed orders.
Even now I was very scared when I saw Mr. Kong's fallen body, for fear that he would bounce up from the ground in the next second. After Lang Hongyi and I took action, we trembled and came over to help without waiting to say hello.
To say that a living person, an old man like this only weighs about a hundred pounds, but there is a word called dead weight!
The dead are heavy, the dead are heavy, and after death a person becomes much heavier than normal.
This old man, who originally weighed more than a hundred pounds, was now so rigidly carried in our hands. Everyone felt very strenuous. It took a long time to put the person safely into the coffin, but that lid... I thought about it.
Think about it or forget it...
According to custom and out of politeness, I helped Mr. Kong tidy up his clothes and body and covered it with a piece of straw paper.
"Director Chu, the matter is over now, but the spirit still needs to be guarded. Can you see if you can call those people back?"
The make-up artist is a gentleman, and he is considered the most important person in this shed besides the deceased. It is polite for us to come in and offer incense, but no deceased can bear our kindness of burning paper for the wake, which is not good for the deceased.
Even if I'm here, I can't do this work, I can only call someone.
After calming down, Chu Fufa had somewhat recovered. He was a little angry that those people who had left him and ran away were not interested enough. He directly picked up the phone and started calling one by one.
Strangely enough, several calls were broadcast in succession, and those people seemed to know that they would be called back again. Either their mobile phones were unable to answer calls, or they were not in the service area.
I curled my lips when I heard this. This big shot who claims to have the phone numbers of all the people in our village couldn't get through a single call at this time.
Maybe my eyes were too obvious, and Director Chu couldn't stand it anymore, so he directly played other calls. This time, the call got through after a few rings. I didn't know until I heard that this person was quite damaging.
.
All the calls were made to the landlines at the homes of the young men who had just run away, and the people who answered the calls were all members of their families.
"Hey, are you Heimao Daddy? I'm Chu Fufa!"
The person opposite me hummed several times and asked what was going on so late!
When Chu Fufa heard this, he started to get angry, so he was pretending to be stupid!
"What are you asking me about, Heimao! You agreed to do me a favor, but you ran away from home before you even started. What else are you asking me about? Don't think that it's over if you don't answer the phone. Call that person quickly.
Get back here, you little bastard!"
Chu Fufa was the only one who could do it when his father called his son a little bastard. I wanted to laugh when I heard it, and I was curious whether the old bastard over there would directly scold him back.
But there was a pause, and then there was the sound of getting down and getting dressed. My first reaction was that this person also had a bad temper, and was he planning to come over and have an interview with Chu Fufa?
After a while, the voice on the phone rang again. It was different from the sleepy one just now, but shouted anxiously, "Second uncle, no, Heimao didn't come back. What's going on with you?"
No reply?
Chu Fufa didn't even explain, hung up the phone directly, and followed the same pattern, as if he wanted to find the hideout where these bastards were hiding.
But every call I received received a reply saying that the person had not returned and that no one had been seen.
In the end, Chu Fu stopped calling because many villagers not far away had already come here with flashlights, asking what happened and why his son could help the village in the middle of the night.
, the person can’t be found?
Chu Fufa was at a loss for words and looked at me with sweat on his head. What can I say, I can only tell the truth and tell what happened just now.
But I am a make-up maker, and what I sell today is a dead person’s business. The deceased made a fuss just now, but he is sleeping well in the coffin. I only need to take good care of Mr. Kong. Those scary people
It seems that the big living people running away are not under my control!
The village chief may have also been summoned, and appeared in Mr. Kong's small courtyard wearing clothes and holding a flashlight. It's a good thing now, the place is more lively than anywhere else, and there is no shortage of people burning paper incense to keep vigil.
To say that Zhou Changgui was relatively calm, he was at least more able to withstand trouble than Chu Fufa. At this moment, he had already begun to gather the villagers, armed with flashlights, and organized an organization to go out to find people.
There were also many people left here to watch the vigil with Chu Fufa who was scared out of his mind. Lang Hongyi and I were still too lazy to join in the fun, so we stood next to the clean big millstone and watched the lively night.
"Will those people be okay?"
Lang Hongyi asked quietly from the side, and I raised my eyebrows!
"I can't tell, it just didn't feel right to me tonight. Besides, Coffin Man also warned me that something might happen, so I'm not sure."
In front of this person, I didn't show off and answered truthfully, but the deal I took over today was from this dead man, so it was definitely right to stay here. As for those who left, I can only say that I couldn't do anything else.
Those who were looking for someone in the village wandered around the fields and fields, and some wanted to go to Luofeng Mountain outside the village to have a look, but were stopped by the village chief.
"There's no need to go. They are stupid. They were so frightened that they were probably hiding somewhere. How could they have the courage to run towards the graveyard in Luofeng Mountain? If everyone keeps looking, maybe they will appear by themselves at dawn."
Just like this, one night, almost no one in the village could sleep well. People came out from every house to help find someone. After all, this was a major event in the village. All of a sudden, eight young men could not be found, and no one could sit still.
When the rooster crows and dawn breaks, the body of Mr. Kong that I am guarding seems to have no changes. In the morning, after the sun officially rises, the coffin is hastily buried. Everything is quiet and fast, a bit perfunctory, and it is finally buried.
For peace of mind.
This is also because Mr. Kong is a lonely old man, with no children, and there are no complicated procedures. The people who came to see him off were also villagers who were tired after a whole night. Everyone was looking forward to finishing one thing as soon as possible. Forgetting one thing, they
We still have to look for the eight lost young men!
After the coffin was nailed with coffin nails and carried up the mountain, even if nothing happened to me, after this night and half a day of work, I only blackened the village 14,444, which was slightly less than Coffin Boy.
The village chief asked the accountant to give me the fee without hesitation. Maybe he was still worried about the eight people who disappeared out of thin air and had no time to bargain with me.
Holding the money I earned with my own hands, I felt very happy. I asked Lang Hongyi, who stayed up all night with me, "Do you want to go back and catch up on your sleep first? I'll send the money to Uncle Wu."
The guy gave a rare nod and headed home. I stopped by a small supermarket and bought some daily necessities, cigarettes and snacks for Uncle Wu, thinking that he could grind his teeth when he was bored on the kang.
Carrying the bag, he headed towards Uncle Wu's house.