In order to allow Gangzi and the others to rest in peace, our trip to the crematorium is scheduled for 9:30 tomorrow night, and there are four people going.
I, Liu Zhiyuan, Lao, and my bodyguard Yu Bin.
Afraid of attracting attention, and also in order not to show our faces, Liu Zhiyuan and I both wore masks and covered them tightly.
There were only Xiaoxuan and Chang Xiaoxia left in the air-raid shelter. I told Dou Sprout to take good care of them and not go out to watch TV with the TV in hand.
The time soon came for the next night.
Spider Alley is too far away from the West Third Ring Road, so we had no choice but to take a taxi there. It was a yellow-faced taxi driver hired by Lao. The taxi driver’s surname was Wang, and we were close friends.
The four of them got into the car, closed the door, and asked where they were going.
"West Third Ring Crematorium?"
"I've been driving for so long, why didn't I know there was a crematorium in the West Third Ring Road? Brother, are you mistaken? Aren't the crematoriums across from the South Campus of Ningxia University? There is also one across from the Broadcasting University.
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The old man said: "Okay, Old Wang, you've met me for two years in vain. Listen to me, go to the West Third Ring Road and get off at the fourth fork. You can take whatever way I tell you."
"OK."
"You are the uncle who gives me the money." After saying that, the driver Lao Wang started the car and took us off.
An hour and a half later, the yellow surface was bumpy and up and down.
"Second brother, what the hell is this place? You entered the village as soon as your mother opened it."
"That's right, you just have to enter the village. Go forward and turn left when you see the telephone pole. That village is called Xiaochi Village."
The old man helped us guide the way, but it was all a dirt road, and we were riding on bumpy roads as we entered Xiaochi Village.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and most people had gone home. Through the car window, I saw two old men holding bowls, sitting in front of their house eating. They probably came back late from work.
It took about ten minutes to walk in the village.
"Have you seen that shop? The one selling mutton soup and mutton oil is hung at the door. Turn left from there."
The driver, Lao Wang, said he understood.
After turning left and driving past the dry cleaning shop, a small road appeared. The road was too narrow for cars to drive on, and they kept asking us to get off.
"Old Wang, wait for us here and then run back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you, right? Can I use the clock?"
The old man scolded: "What a slap in the face, don't worry, you will get the money every time."
The path in front of us was more than 100 meters long, and Lao was walking at the front with a flashlight to lead the way.
After passing here, a red brick courtyard appeared in front of us. The door of the courtyard was closed. I saw that the lights were on in the courtyard, and four words were painted crookedly with quicklime on the red brick wall.
“Beds are sold in the hospital.”
I frowned and asked the boss, what does selling beds in the hospital mean?
Shouldn't it be written that the courtyard is a crematorium?
"Don't you understand this?" Lao used his flashlight to illuminate the words painted on the wall and said, "They were all done secretly. The people who come here are all acquaintances, people like Jin Laoer, and...
According to my guess, this place also does other shady businesses, and most people who don’t know the rules can’t get in. You’ll see what I tell you later.”
I didn't understand the meaning of the old saying for the moment.
This place is so remote, and this crematorium hidden in Xiaochi Village doesn't even have a name. No wonder the driver Lao Wang, who has been driving Huang Mian for two or three years, said he didn't know.
The old man waved his hand and led us to the gate.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!" Lao Dali knocked on the door several times.
After about five minutes, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat woman revealed half of her face and asked suspiciously what she was doing.
The old man pretended to look around, and then said: "Sister Sun, I, Lao Zhou, introduced you here. Today I brought some bosses from other places to check out the business."
"Lao Zhou?"
"I don't know, you're in the wrong place." The fat woman said and was about to close the door.
"Don't panic, Sister Sun." The old man held the door.
"Sister Sun, don't worry. I was introduced here by my family. Old Zhou told me, isn't your place a crematorium?"
"What kind of crematorium!" The fat woman said in a rough voice: "Look, this place doesn't look like a crematorium. I only sell beds here!"
"That's right!" Lao laughed and said, "We just came here to look at the bed and buy some wig samples."
Hearing these 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 Qianqian raised his arm and said, "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 it was in stock and asked us what kind we wanted to see.
The old man said: "Do you have steel wool, yellow willow, 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 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 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 the old man to see his 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 that three people came here for cremation some time ago, about a month ago. They were men, aged thirty to forty years old. They should have been sent together. Do you have any impressions?"
The young man raised his head and thought for a moment, then whispered: "I think about it, there are indeed three of them. They have been suffering from fever 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."
