In order to allow Gangzi and the others to rest in peace, our trip to the crematorium is scheduled for 9:30 tomorrow night, and there are four people going.
Me, Liu Zhiyuan, Lao Wen, and my bodyguard Yu Wenbin.
Afraid of attracting attention, and also in order not to show our faces, Liu Zhiyuan and I both wore masks and covered them tightly.
There were only Xiaoxuan and Chang Xiaoxia left in the air-raid shelter. I told Dou Sprout to take good care of them and not go out to watch TV with the TV in hand.
The time soon came for the next night.
Spider Alley is too far away from the West Third Ring Road, so we had no choice but to take a taxi there. It was a yellow-faced taxi driver found by Lao Wen. The taxi driver’s surname was Wang, and he and Lao Wen were close friends.
The four of them got into the car and closed the door. Lao Wen directly asked where they were going.
"West Third Ring Crematorium?"
"I've been driving for so long, why didn't I know there was a crematorium in the West Third Ring Road? Wen Laoer, are you mistaken? Aren't the crematoriums across from the South Campus of Ningxia University? There is also one across from the Broadcasting University.
Pass."
Lao Wen said: "Okay, Lao Wang, you've met me for two years in vain. Listen to me, go to the West Third Ring Road and get off at the fourth fork. You can take whatever way I tell you."
"OK."
"You are the uncle who gives me the money." After saying that, the driver Lao Wang started the car and took us off.
An hour and a half later, the yellow surface was bumpy and up and down.
"Wen Laoer, what the hell is this place? You entered the village as soon as your mother opened it."
"That's right, you just have to enter the village. Go forward and turn left when you see the telephone pole. That village is called Xiaochi Village."
Lao Wen helped guide us along the way. It was all a dirt road, and we were riding on bumpy roads as we entered Xiaochi Village.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and most people had gone home. Through the car window, I saw two old men holding bowls, sitting in front of their house eating. They probably came back late from work.
It took about ten minutes to walk in the village.
"Have you seen that shop? The one selling mutton soup and mutton oil is hung at the door. Turn left from there."
The driver, Lao Wang, said he understood.
After turning left and driving past the dry cleaning shop, a small road appeared. The road was too narrow for cars to drive on, so Lao Wen asked us to get off the car.
"Old Wang, wait for us here and then run back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you, right? Can I use the clock?"
Lao Wen cursed
: "What a slap in the face, don't worry, the money will be yours every time."
The path in front of us was more than 100 meters long, and Lao Wen was walking at the front with a flashlight to lead the way.
After passing here, a red brick courtyard appeared in front of us. The door of the courtyard was closed. I saw that the lights were on in the courtyard, and four words were painted crookedly with quicklime on the red brick wall.
"Beds are sold in the hospital."
I frowned and asked Lao Wen, what does selling beds in the hospital mean?
Shouldn't it be written that the courtyard is a crematorium?
"Don't you understand this?" Lao Wen took a flashlight and looked at the words painted on the wall, and said: "It's all done secretly. The people who come here are all acquaintances, people like Jin Laoer, and
, According to my guess, this place also does other shady businesses, and ordinary people who don’t understand the rules can’t get in. You’ll see what I tell you later.”
I didn't understand the meaning of Lao Wen's words for the moment.
This place is so remote, and this crematorium hidden in Xiaochi Village doesn't even have a name. No wonder the driver Lao Wang, who has been driving Huang Mian for two or three years, said he didn't know.
Lao Wen waved his hand and led us to the gate.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!" Lao Wen banged the door vigorously several times.
After about five or six minutes, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat woman revealed half of her face and asked Old Wen suspiciously what he was doing.
Lao Wen pretended to look around, and then said: "Sister Sun, I, Lao Zhou, introduced you here. Today I brought some bosses from other places to check out the business."
"Lao Zhou?"
"I don't know, you're in the wrong place." The fat woman said and was about to close the door.
"Don't panic, Sister Sun." Lao Wen held the door open.
"Sister Sun, don't worry. I was introduced here by my family. Old Zhou told me, isn't your place a crematorium?"
"What kind of crematorium!" The fat woman said in a rough voice: "Look, this place doesn't look like a crematorium. I only sell beds here!"
"That's right!" Lao Wen said with a smile: "We just came here to look at the bed and buy some wig samples."
listen
Upon hearing Lao Wen's words, the tense expression on the fat woman's face suddenly relaxed.
She opened the door and welcomed us in. At the same time, she said with a smile: "Don't blame me for being suspicious. I heard that a reporter is planning to come over for an unannounced visit in the past two days. Let's go inside and talk." She closed the door again as she spoke.
At this time, two young guys ran out of the house.
"With your cooperation, we will search you."
Lao Wen took the lead and raised his arm, "That's right. We are not reporters. We are not afraid of anything. We can just search."
After the body search, the fat lady boss completely let down her guard. She stopped hiding what she said and directly said it was in stock and asked us what kind we wanted to see.
The old man said: "Are there steel wool balls, yellow willow balls, and pine hair rolls? How many are there?"
The fat woman smiled and said that no one wanted the steel wire balls. There are twenty or thirty left. Huang Liu and Song Maojuan have many people asking for them, but there are not many left. If you want them, I will show you."
I couldn't understand what they were saying at the time, and I only understood it afterwards.
What the fat woman said was all slang. His illegal crematorium was not only in the business of burning people to death, it was also in the business of selling hair.
What kind of hair are you selling?
Dead man's hair of course
"Huangliu" refers to the hair of young girls under the age of thirty, which means natural light yellow semi-long hair. "Songmao curly" also refers to the hair of young girls, which refers to the kind of naturally curly hair.
"Steel brush" refers to men's hair, which means the hard and black burrs of men. This kind is the cheapest and has the lowest price. Her crematorium has saved several sacks of steel brushes.
In addition, there are black pine and corn ears.
In the eyes of fat women, people will be burned immediately after death, so what do you do with hair? It is better to cut it off and sell it for money. No one can see it during the cremation anyway. This business is a profit-free business.
Think about it.
How many bald people in China need to wear wigs?
Too many. But how many people are willing to sell their hair for a few hundred dollars? Too few, too few. Besides, the hair cut by barbershops in major cities is all broken hair, which is incomplete and cannot make high-quality human wigs.
From this, this illegal industry was born. In the following years, Taobao and online shopping developed vigorously.
, a lot of hair on the Internet comes from this source.
Are you scared? Maybe the wig you wear is also like this.
Closer to home, that night the fat woman led us inside. On my right was a privately modified cold storage morgue. There were six or seven outdoor air-conditioning units behind the morgue.
Next to the morgue is the cremation room. He first used coal and diesel to burn it. Later, because the smoke was too strong at night and he was afraid of being found out, he changed it to closed gas burning.
Look again.
The small hut next to the morgue is an exhibition hall. Under normal circumstances, the burned ashes are placed here. In addition, the exhibition hall also sells urns. There are four types of urns: wood, stone, iron, and jade.
The fat woman took Lao Wen to see her hair, while Brother Zhiyuan and I went straight to the showroom.
"What are you doing? You're not here to buy anything?" Two young guys working at the crematorium stopped us.
I walked over and patted one of them on the shoulder, and whispered: "I'm sure I'm going to buy something, but there's one more thing, can you help me?" As I spoke, I secretly stuffed three hundred yuan into his trouser pocket.
"How can I help you?" The young man calmly accepted the money.
I said that three people came here for cremation some time ago, about a month ago. They were men, aged thirty to forty years old. They should have been sent together. Do you have any impressions?"
The young man raised his head and thought for a moment, then whispered: "I think about it, there are indeed three of them. They have been suffering from fever for a long time. What's wrong? Do you know them?"
Hearing that he had a fever, Brother Zhiyuan subconsciously clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and unclenched them again.
Brother Zhiyuan took a deep breath and asked: "Ashes, where are the ashes? Let's get the ashes of those three people."
"Want ashes?"
The young man couldn't help shaking his head: "Such unidentified and unclaimed items are usually only kept for seven days. You all have come here and you should know. We are not a formal place here. Once the storage period has passed, there is no need to keep it.
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"In order to make room, we usually flush them down the sewer."
Hearing these words, Brother Zhiyuan swayed.
I quickly held him up.
My brother Gangzi
This chapter has been completed!