Smiling, Karen suddenly noticed that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Oh, I really laughed to tears."

Karen subconsciously wanted to take out a tissue, but found that there was no tissue box on the table. He could only wipe the corners of his eyes gently with the back of his hand, stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and went outside.

When the two boys saw their boss coming out, they pretended to continue working.

Karen feels that the operation of this funeral club is really different from that of the Immelais family. Although the Immelais funeral club is not large in scale, every detail will be as exquisite as possible, but here, there is obviously something a little different.

It's rough.

Maybe it's because Pavaro has gone around taking on missions to earn some coupons for his two daughters' blood spirit powder and neglected the management of the funeral club. The funeral club that was supposed to be cleaned up now actually gives people a greasy feeling.

.

As for the idea that because the two clerks are servants of gods and not ordinary people, they cannot do their jobs well, Karen does not accept this view. To a certain extent, they can be more serious and serious than ordinary people. For example, when they were the bosses at home,

Dear Alfred and Ms. Molly, the premise is that you need to make them truly fear you.

Karen went to the kitchen first, found Mrs. Lake who was washing dishes inside, and pulled the kitchen door shut.

"You are the undertaker at home, right?"

"Well, yes." Mrs. Lake turned around and replied.

"Annie, do you know her?"

"A street of dim sum shops...oh no, Annie from Red Leaf Street?"

It seems that Mrs. Lake knows.

"Well, she's dead."

"Oh, this, I, I know, I know she, it's, it's, it's sad news."

"She investigated the case with my friend, and finally, knowing that she was going to die, she showed up and tried to save my friend.

Then, without any accident, she and my friend died together."

When Mrs. Lake heard this, her expression was a little complicated:

"I know him, no, I know you don't go to that place just for snacks. I know you must have something of your own to do before going to that place. I asked you, but you refused to tell me."

"Well, because this way we can ensure that our family will not be implicated."

"I know this woman Anne, this woman from Hongye Street. I know clearly that she and my husband... have nothing to do with you, but sometimes when I scold you, I am so angry that I even scold her smoothly."

"Annie won't be angry."

"Yes, but I am guilty, I am guilty."

"Her remains were severely damaged."

"I will fix her, I will, I can do it." Mrs. Lake affirmed, patting her chest, "I will say sorry to her and apologize to her."

"It doesn't need to be too complicated. Let's hold a funeral for her today."

"Isn't it too hasty?"

"No, she probably doesn't have any relatives."

"Okay, I will try my best to repair it in the shortest time. I will. In addition, there are two coffins in the warehouse at home. If the funeral is held today, there will be no time to go to the coffin factory to place an order, so just use the ones at home.

Very clean.”

"Um."

"I asked Piqué to reserve a burial place in the cemetery and he will be buried tonight, right?"

"Well, you can call and order in person."

"Oh, okay, I'll follow up personally, I will."

"I want two grave spaces."

"Do you...your friend...also want to be buried...buried?"

"Um."

"Okay...I understand...I understand."

Karen turned around to walk out of the kitchen, paused briefly, and reminded:

"Don't let the two tombs be too close together."

"I...I don't mind..."

"No, I think Ms. Anne probably wants to stay away from my friend after she dies."

"Yes, I understand."

…

Karen walked to the front and said to Dincom: "Give me the keys to the hearse."

"Okay, boss, is there any work?" Dincomb took the hearse key over, while he and Peake prepared the stretcher.

"You guys stay at home and decorate the place. It's a simple order. I'll just go and pick up the guests."

"Okay, boss."

Karen got into the modified hearse of the Pavarro family and inserted the car key;

He turned around and glanced at the car behind him, then sat upright and put his hands on the steering wheel. There was a layer of leather wrapped on it. The leather was a little torn, but after closing his eyes, the familiar feeling emerged again.

He once sat in a hearse and went to "rescue" guests with Uncle Mason and Ron;

He also lay in the coffin of a hearse and was taken out of the hospital comfortably;

He also drove Eunice in a hearse to the countryside for a picnic date;

The reason why people are nostalgic is not the thing they are in love with, but the memories that can be evoked after seeing this thing.

After starting the car, Karen drove the hearse out. When passing Alfred's car parked on the roadside, Karen honked the horn and waved to Alfred.

"Here we come, Master."

Alfred quickly started the car and followed.

When the hearse drove into the community, it was stopped by the security guard at the door. Karen did not get out of the car. Alfred's car stopped and got out of the car to negotiate, and Karen was quickly released.

After parking the car, Karen walked upstairs and entered the home.

The maid Hilly was cutting fruit. When she saw Karen walking in, her face froze:

"Hello, Mr. Pavarro."

"Yeah." Karen responded and walked into the bathroom. Alfred also walked into the home and followed him into the bathroom. Then, Alfred walked out with Ms. Anne on his back and went straight out and downstairs.

Hilly was still cutting fruit, and then she saw Mr. "Pavaro" carrying Mr. Pavarro out of the bathroom;

Her eyes widened, she looked away, and continued to cut the fruit, not into pieces, but into fine pieces.

Alfred came back and immediately took Mr. Pavarro from Karen and carried him on his back.

Ms. Anne was put into the hearse, and Mr. Pavarro was placed in the back seat of Alfred's car.

The two cars drove out of the community and returned to the Pavaro Funeral Home. Alfred stopped on the side of the road, took a blanket, and covered Mr. Pavarro who was lying in the back seat.

Cover it up to prevent passers-by from seeing the clues inside.

After doing this, Alfred sat back in the cab, took out his little notebook, and wrote in it:

"I don't know why, but when I saw the young master driving the hearse again, I felt inexplicably moved."

…

The hearse stopped at the funeral home. Mrs. Lake, who had been waiting for a long time, got into the car first. After covering Ms. Anne's body with a white cloth, she called Peake and Dincomb to pick up the "guest".

Ms. Anne, covered with a white cloth, was pushed into Mrs. Lake's workshop in the backyard.

"You go ahead and arrange a place of mourning."

"Okay, ma'am."

Peake and Dincome were pushed away. Mrs. Lake opened the white cloth, looked at the many piercings on Ms. Anne's forehead and body, and took a deep breath.

"How long will it take?" Karen asked.

"The body is well preserved. You only need to patch up the hole on the forehead to put on makeup. The rest of the body can be covered with clothing. When she is in mourning, she will look normal from the outside while lying in the coffin."

"good."

"Where are you going now?"

"You should wait here."

"I have sorted out the books and other things you read before and put them on the desk in the bedroom. I will not sleep in that room now, but in the guest room, which will be your study room from now on.

Of course, if you want to redecorate it, you can, I will arrange it.”

"There's no rush, I'll go back to the study first."

"OK."
To be continued...