Blue Star Calendar 2122, winter, less than twenty days before the Chinese Lunar New Year.
On the western border of Chi District, there is a tourist town called Yunnan. It belongs to the plateau area, with beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, and many beautiful legends about love. It is known as the "Fairy Tale Town".
Because the small town in southern Yunnan is far away from modern urban areas and has a large number of indigenous people, it is one of the few tourist attractions in Chi District that has not been over-developed. Compared with the bustling city, it has more fireworks and life.
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It's about five o'clock in the afternoon.
In an office of a funeral home in a small town in southern Yunnan, a young man wearing a white coat was sitting on a chair, reading a book titled "A Complete Collection of Essential Couple Life Skills for Men in their Thirties" with relish.
The young man's name is Yan Xing. He is twenty-nine years old and is the undertaker of a small town funeral parlor. He is of medium build, about 1.78 meters tall, and has an average appearance, but his face is very fair, which makes him look more delicate.
The book Yan Xing read was one with illustrations, very hot-blooded and exciting. Judging from the title alone, it is not difficult to guess that this is a "martial arts secret book" about men, but according to the title of Men's Thirties
Judging from the results, he is only twenty-nine this year, so he is warming up for early studies...
The funeral parlor, no matter how it is decorated, will always give people a cold feeling. In addition, it is already after get off work time and there is no one in the office area, so when it gets dark, it looks a bit colder.
"Didi!"
The communicator beeped loudly, and Yan Xing came back from studying hard, sat up straight, and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"...Xiao Yan, my brother is gone, please come here quickly." A male voice said in a rough voice on the communicator.
"Oh, okay, I'll go now."
"Hurry up!" The other party spoke with a somewhat local accent.
"Okay." Yan Xing responded and ended the call with the other party.
After slowly putting away the secret book and locking it in a private cabinet, Yan Xing picked up his casual clothes, put them on the outside of his white coat, and quickly left the office.
After leaving the unit, Yan Xing used the communicator again to contact his wife, and only used the call function habitually, without turning on the holographic projection.
"Hello?" Soon, my wife's voice came from the communicator.
"Honey, I have to work overtime and come back later!" Yan Xing walked to an electric car and said softly.
"Be early, you have to go to your parents' place tomorrow." the other party replied.
"I know. We have already coordinated the shift arrangements in the afternoon. If we don't delay tomorrow, I will go back as soon as I finish my work. You don't have to wait for me to eat."
"Okay, please be safe on the road."
"good!"
"That's it!" My wife took the initiative to end the call.
Yan Xing stood next to the electric car, wearing plush gloves, zipping up his thick cotton jacket to his neck, then stretched his legs across the car and left the compound.
Yan Xing has an average family background and average education, but he can be considered a craftsman in this small town. He understands Feng Shui and has systematically learned funeral techniques. He even became a master. His income is not high, but it is very stable.
Yan Xing got married at the age of 24. His father, who was a heavy drinker and gambler, did not provide him with any financial support. The betrothal gifts, houses, banquets, etc. were all paid for by his own savings from odd jobs.
Yan Xing's wife's family situation is better than his own, but it is not a wealthy family. It can be regarded as an ordinary family at most. Fortunately, they are high school classmates and know each other well, so they didn't have to be too picky when they got married.
"Okay!" Yan Xing nodded.
While they were talking, they had already arrived at the back hall of the main room and saw a corpse placed on a wooden shelf on the ground.
The deceased was young and looked to be about thirty years old. His legs were broken, his abdomen and chest were hollow, and his body was as thin as firewood. He must have been bedridden for a long time before his death.
The deceased was Lao Liu's younger brother. He went to Linxian County to do a tunnel excavation project two months ago. Because he was rushing to work and operated illegally at night, the crane collapsed and his right leg and abdomen were shattered.
As a result of this kind of personal illegal operation, the foreman of the private contracting project must have hidden as far away as possible. In the end, he only gave a little symbolic compensation and let it go.
The second eldest son of the Liu family had a chronic disease, and the conditions at home were not good. Before the lawsuit was resolved, he could not afford the medical expenses, so he was dragged down. The death letter came out half a month ago, and Yan Xing was
The funeral director who was appointed was also Mr. Yin Yang.
"People are not allowed to stay in the back hall. If you go through the back door on the night after returning to the soul, the family will be in mourning." Yan Xing began to work, instructing everyone incessantly to prepare for the funeral.
Yan Xing works part-time as Mr. Yin and Yang just to make his life better. He has learned this from his master before, so he has to do it because of the pressure of life.
You want to ask Yan Xing whether he believes in metaphysics...how to put it? This is equivalent to asking Ji Nu whether he believes in love...it's just about making money.
Yan Xing stood in the back hall and talked a lot in a very logical manner according to local customs and customer preferences.
After giving orders to the Liu family, Yan Xing stood in the back hall and waved his hands: "Okay, don't touch him yet. I'll dress him and put on makeup first!"
"Okay, Xiao Liu!"
"Okay, okay, you go out quickly." Da Liu waved to his relatives and urged.
The group of people left the back hall, the whole room was dimly lit and slightly deserted.
Da Liu turned around and looked around, walked up to Yan Xing, and asked in a low voice: "Hey... can you do what you said last time?"
Yan Xing turned to look at the corridor and responded in a low voice: "Do you agree?"
"When a person dies and is buried, everything is lost. It would be nice to create some wealth." Da Liu lowered his voice: "The main thing is whether the money is stable."
"Steady!" Yan Xing nodded.
"Let's do it then. Hurry up, there will be more people soon." Da Liu responded.
Yan Xing glanced at the body and asked calmly: "Did you use the medicine I gave you?"
"After using it, I gave him an injection as soon as he died!"
"Did you issue the hospital certificate I asked you to issue?" Yan Xing asked again.
"It's open." Da Liu leaned in his ear and said, "I've also hidden the small box you left behind. It's in the cupboard next to it."
Yan Xing nodded slowly: "Okay, you can go out!"
"Hurry up and do it!! Don't let anyone see it."
"Soon, let's go!" Yan Xing waved his hand.
After the two of them finished talking, Da Liu left the room. Yan Xing looked at the corpse on the ground and the shroud and other items prepared for him by his family with indifferent eyes.
Stepping to the cabinet next to him, Yan Xing found a small silver box, then opened the work bag he carried with him, took off his coat, put on a white coat, and put on disposable gloves.
Yan Xing turned around and glanced at the back corridor. He didn't see anyone else. He immediately pushed the door open and shouted: "I'm changing my clothes and hitting the road. Don't come in. I'm shocked!"
After saying that, the door was pushed open.
Yan Xing lifted off the corpse's loose clothes, took a scalpel that shone with cold light, and cut open the opponent's abdomen with a pop.
The blood flowed out instantly. Yan Xing used the blood-sucking tampon to wipe the wound on his abdomen with a steady hand, and at the same time used the knife to open the corpse's internal organs, and watched the opponent's waist at close range without any obstruction...