"That's right!" Lao Wen said with a smile: "We just came here to look at the bed and buy some wig samples."
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 that 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 he said 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?
Of course it’s dead man’s hair….
"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, online shopping on Taobao developed vigorously, and many hairs on the Internet came 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 in.
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 three people came here for cremation some time ago, about a month ago. They were men, aged 30 to 40 years old. They should have been sent together. Do you have any impressions?"
The young man raised his head and thought for a while, then whispered: "I think about it, there are indeed three of them. They have been burned 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."
