The chick-footed woman drank the last sip of her wine and asked to pay, but Dou Sprouts rushed to buy it and refused to let her go. Because of the angle, I happened to see that her wallet was quite new, but there wasn’t much money in it, only a few ten-and-twenty bills.
Yes, not even Zhang Baibai.
At around 12:30, I asked Brother Yu if we were leaving. Brother Yu smiled and asked us to go back. He refused to leave and said with a smile that there would be something good in the evening.
Douyazai didn't dare to say anything too harsh in front of the female bartender. After a few words of persuasion, we took a taxi back.
The taxi broke down once on the way, and it took the driver more than half an hour to repair it.
When passing by the land boundary of Dongshan, my sharp eyes saw a scene through the car glass, and I hurriedly shouted to the driver to stop.
The location here is remote and there are no street lights. I saw a group of security guards forming a team on the roadside with flashlights and stick walkie-talkies in their hands.
"Little Sister Wang, why are you here again?" I shouted outside the car.
"Hey, I met you again. Do you live here?" The little chicken-footed lady flashed a flashlight at me.
I put my hand in front of my eyes and said, "I'm not staying here, I'm just passing by. It's so late, what are you doing with so many people with sticks?" I saw there were more than a dozen male security guards over there.
The little chicken-foot woman looked around, walked over in two steps, and whispered: "I have just received a notice from the security section chief of Yugang. There is a madman who injured several people. I heard that one person died of serious injuries and is now running away."
When we arrived near Dongshan, the police station had already been dispatched. It was difficult to find people at night, so we came over to help recruit people. The section chief said that if we caught him, each person would be given a salary increase of 300 yuan this month."
"Oh, like this....."
"Then you go to work. Let's go and meet up next time."
After saying hello, I asked the driver to continue driving.
Anyone who has been to Yulin Dongshan at that time knows that there are many downhill slopes here. Dongshan Dongshan, as the name suggests, there is a big dirt mountain in the east. The taxi went down two slopes in a row. When it was going down the third slope, the driver was going down the slope suddenly.
I stepped on the brake and stopped.
"What's wrong, master?" I asked forward.
"Mother teaches Pipi Street!" (a local Yulin curse word.)
"You're a monster! It's so scary in the middle of the night!" The driver looked ugly and pointed down the slope.
I said what? This is what it is, and I was so anxious that I felt ashamed.
I opened the door and got out of the car, and looked in front of the station.
It didn't matter what I saw, it really shocked me.
It turned out that there was a group of people on the opposite side carrying the coffin uphill. They were wearing sackcloth, white clothes and white hats, and five people carrying the coffin. This was a white funeral procession.
One end of the coffin faces the slope, and you can see a big Chinese character "Shou".
No wonder the driver cursed, it was a fight.
The road is so wide, either our car will back up to make way for them, or they will carry the coffin and step back to make way for us. This creates a conflict.
I told the driver that we should go back.
The driver said with a grimace that the reverse gear was broken this afternoon. He figured that our trip would go downhill without having to reverse, so he took over the job. Now we can only drive forward, not reverse.
Seeing that the time was getting later and later, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk down the slope, hoping to talk to the group of people attending the funeral in the evening to resolve the conflict.
The leader of the funeral team was an old man in his sixties with a round face. I stepped forward and told him nicely, "Our car can't back up. The road is so wide. Why don't you get off first? Or we'll be stuck in traffic until dawn."
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The round-faced old man carrying the coffin told me that the person lying in the coffin was his sister. She had liver cancer and had no money to treat her. She was forced to stay at home and was in pain. They had to carry the coffin to Dongshan to bury the old lady.
Why are people buried so late at night? I actually know that this is also the case in my hometown in the Northeast, and I guess it happens all over the country.
This is considered a secret burial.
The old lady who died of liver cancer had a poor family and couldn't afford to do anything for nothing, so her brother, the round-faced old man in front of me, planned to wait until no one was around in the middle of the night, dig a hole in Dongshan Mountain, and bury his sister.
