This is a two-entry house, the outside one is the living room, and the inside one should be the bedroom.
The layout in the living room is very simple, with a double sofa, a TV cabinet and TV, plus a square table and two chairs, which is the furniture in the entire living room.
The house is not big, but it is clean and tidy, and the dark walls seem to become a lot brighter because of this tidiness.
Probably because the funeral home has a kitchen and a public bathroom, the house has no other decorations and is just a dormitory.
I sniffed and smelled a faint smell of corpse oil in the air.
Turning to look at Lu Xiaohong, he must have smelled it too, his brows furrowed tightly.
The door leading to the bedroom was ajar, with only a thin crack showing, like a pair of slightly narrowed eyes looking at us.
"This was the smell I smelled last night, but there was also a strange floral scent mixed in! Let's go into the back room and have a look!" Zheng Hua said suddenly.
Lu Xiaohong glanced at Zheng Hua, said nothing, and walked toward the door of the back room.
The sky outside had begun to darken, and no light could penetrate into the inner room. When I opened the door, it was pitch black.
"The light switch is by the door." Director Yang said, stepping forward and groping on the wall next to the door, turning on the light in the back room.
The layout of the back room is even simpler. A wooden bed is placed against the wall next to the door. There is a window opposite the door. Outside the window is the shadow of the dancing trees. There is a writing desk beside the window.
All of our eyes fell on the desk by the window.
There are three round urns lined up above, with labels attached to them. Under the middle urn is a yellow leather envelope, which should be a letter.
Lu Xiaohong walked to the desk and picked up the yellow envelope.
After glancing at the words on the envelope, he silently handed the envelope to Director Yang.
The envelope was clearly written with the words "In person, Director Yang".
Director Yang took the envelope, pursed his lips nervously, glanced at the three urns on the table, and quickly opened the yellow envelope with trembling hands.
Everyone looked at Director Yang nervously.
After opening the letter and reading a few lines, Director Yang's face turned pale.
Director Yang looked a little weird after reading the letter. After thinking about it, he handed the letter to Lu Xiaohong and said in a deep voice: "Several heavenly masters, I really bother you today. Uncle Tong also said in the letter
There are some other explanations that I have to trouble you to help complete."
Lu Xiaohong didn't respond, took the letter and read it.
Shi Xian, Ruowei and I also gathered around curiously, while Zheng Hua stood aside and did not move.
This letter was written by the uncle who never came back.
"First of all, I must apologize to the family of the deceased for my selfishness. At the same time, I hope you can forgive me for the trouble my actions have caused to the funeral home!"
Tong Bo wrote at the beginning of the letter.
His words are strong and powerful, and each stroke is very correct. When we see these words, we seem to see a wise and upright old man standing in front of us. No wonder Director Yang has always refused to believe that this matter has anything to do with Tong Bo.
Lu Xiaohong's guess was right. Uncle Tong was indeed responsible for stealing the body.
Uncle Tong devoted most of his life to the funeral home.
After returning from the army, Tong Bo was assigned to work in a funeral parlor.
As early as a few decades ago, people still paid attention to burial. Even in the prosperous Jiangzhou, most people were not able to accept cremation. Therefore, although the funeral parlor was half a public institution, its benefits have not been good.
Funeral home employees may even be ostracized when they step out and are unwilling to interact with them, and are regarded as unlucky and unlucky.
Young Uncle Tong has never found a girlfriend because of this job.
Who would marry their daughter to such a person who has neither money nor decent job?
The matter of finding a partner was put off again and again, and it was not until Tong Bo was thirty-six years old that he unexpectedly met a woman named Han Xiu.
Han Xiu is four years younger than Tong Bo. She is a primary school teacher. She has a gentle and sweet appearance and an introverted personality. She spends time with children every day and does not like to deal with others. She is often considered eccentric by her peers.
It was raining heavily the day I met Han Xiu.
Since the authorities began to strictly prohibit burials, the work of the funeral parlor became busy.
At that time, Uncle Tong was working as a makeup artist in a funeral parlor. He was busy at work and far away from home, so he only took time off to visit his parents every month when his salary was paid.
That day, Uncle Tong went home with his salary to visit his parents as usual. When he passed by the elementary school, he saw a woman carrying a fat little boy walking out of the school gate. The boy was covered in mud and there was some blood on his forehead and face.
, was crying loudly.
The woman's body looked very thin and thin. She was holding an umbrella with one hand and holding the little boy's butt with the other. The wind and rain blew the umbrella in her hand around. The woman tried hard to hold the umbrella for fear that the boy's clothes would get wet.
A strong wind and rain hit, and the umbrella in the woman's hand was blown from side to side by the wind, and then flew out.
The woman hurriedly covered the boy's head with her hands and staggered to chase the umbrella that was blown far away by the wind.
When Uncle Tong saw it, he couldn't bear it. He walked up and picked up the woman's umbrella. He handed it to the woman and said, "Let me carry the child for you!"
The woman's pale face suddenly turned red due to the rain. She took the umbrella and said in a panic: "Thank you, thank you, no need."
The little boy on her back looked at Uncle Tong and sobbed: "Teacher Han, let this uncle carry me!"
The woman suddenly felt at a loss, looking more like a child than the child on her back.
"I'll do it!" Uncle Tong said, taking the boy from the woman's back and holding him in his arms.
"Are you this child's teacher? I thought you were her mother!" Tong Bo said to the woman while holding the little boy and walking away.
The woman's face turned red again. She said nothing, but walked silently beside Tong Bo. She tried to tilt the umbrella towards Tong Bo and the boy. She was worried that she would get wet from the rain, but one of her shoulders was already soaked.
Tong Bo didn't say anything anymore. This was the first time he saw a woman who blushed so easily.
The little boy stopped crying and huddled in Uncle Tong's arms, looking at Uncle Tong curiously.
"Our teacher Han doesn't have a boyfriend yet!" The little boy suddenly said: "Uncle, will you be our teacher Han's boyfriend?"
"Zhang Xiaoqiang, what nonsense are you talking about? The teacher will be angry if you continue to talk nonsense!" The woman blushed and wiped away the mud and blood on the little boy's face with a handkerchief.
"I'm not talking nonsense, Teacher Han, I think you and this uncle are a good match, just like in the TV series." The little boy said.
Uncle Tong couldn't help laughing. He glanced at the woman and said with a smile: "Uncle doesn't have a girlfriend either, but to be your boyfriend, Teacher Han, you have to agree to it!"
The woman's eyes met Uncle Tong's, her red cheeks quickly dropped, and her black and white eyes were like a frightened deer.