About two hours later, I saw that the ghost baby's appearance had completely changed. Not only did the wrinkles on his face increase a lot, but even his originally round belly had also faded a lot.
I frowned and asked, "Uncle Quan, isn't this ghost baby's belly filled with evil spirits?"
"You're not stupid, okay, go and light up the open sky furnace!" Uncle Quan said calmly.
Well, it seems that Uncle Quan has almost never done this kind of thing since I came here. As long as it is a job, it basically belongs to me.
After secretly despising Uncle Quan's overwhelming bureaucracy, I immediately piled some firewood in the furnace, then picked up a lighter and lit it with gasoline.
After a while, I lit the fire in the stove, but when Uncle Quan looked back at the firewood in the stove, his look almost killed me!
"Silly boy, do you really think that these firewood can be cut on any mountain?" Uncle Quan stared at it with an evil look.
My scalp felt numb, and I laughed and said, "Of course not, these firewoods are obviously not from the mountains, they are obviously from the roadside."
"Come here!" Uncle Quan said with a smile, and the fingers on his left hand were already pinched together. It was obvious that he was trying to trick me into knocking his head.
"I'm kidding you, why are you so humorless!" I touched my nose and secretly distanced myself from Uncle Quan.
Uncle Quan snorted angrily, then grabbed the ghost baby, which had lost a lot of weight, with one hand, and threw it into the burning furnace.
And as Uncle Quan threw it away, I saw that the ghost baby tied up with red rope almost let out a very sad cry. When I heard the sound, I almost cried...
…
But when I thought about how much this guy had abused me before, the pity I had left in my heart suddenly disappeared.
At this time, I teased Little Tomato who was eating tomatoes in the corner, and then took the initiative to lean next to Uncle Quan.
I smiled and gave Uncle Quan a cigarette with a flattering look on my face and lit it for him.
"Uncle Quan, are you thirsty? How about I open a bottle of beer for you?"
"No need." Uncle Quan said as he sat down on the table without raising his head.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you're not thirsty. Are you hungry? I brought you some cold dishes tonight. How about I go get them?" I said again.
When Uncle Quan heard this, he blew out a smoke ring in my face and said angrily: "If you have nonsense, just say it quickly and don't waste time on me."
"Well, Uncle Quan understands me, so I won't be secretive anymore." I showed a charming smile, and then said: "No, today when I opened the coffin, I inhaled a breath of air in the coffin.
, people in our village call this evil spirit, and several coffin-openers died because of this. Uncle Quan, I just got rid of the ghost baby, and I really don’t want to die again."
"You're worthless, look at you like that!"
Uncle Quan took a long drag on the cigarette, and then a trace of imperceptible treachery flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly said to me: "Na, I'll keep it for you. Pour some into the bath water when you take a bath every day, and wash it in
A week or two will ensure your life is safe."
"Holy crap, you want me to use your urine in the shower?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I blurted out.
"I'm just putting forward my opinion. It's up to you whether you do it or not. Anyway, it's up to you to die when the time comes." Uncle Quan said.
Okay, buddy, as soon as I heard Old Man Quan’s pretentious words, I felt like crying again.
Damn it, I thought old man Quan would give me some good advice, but I didn’t expect that he actually asked me to use his 60-year-old collector’s version of boy’s urine to take a bath. This is not toilet water and it has a little more fragrance...
I couldn't help but shiver when I thought about it. Damn it, taking a shower and peeing at the same time is too disgusting.
I didn't argue with Uncle Quan anymore. After a while, Uncle Quan patted his butt and said he wanted to go home and sleep, and asked me to be on duty alone.
I naturally despise people like Uncle Quan, but I dare not say it.
Originally, it was stipulated in the workplace that Uncle Quan and I would take turns on duty, but I found that since I started the night shift, Uncle Quan didn't give me a few turns at all, and I almost always worked the night shift alone.
But fortunately, there are usually no visitors to the crematorium at night, so I didn’t suffer much, so I just treated it as a different place to sleep.
I closed the big iron door of the crematorium with half enthusiasm, and immediately prepared to go back to sleep.
But after I returned to the incineration room and lay down, not long after I slept, I heard a cry from outside the big iron door.
Most of the sleepiness in my head was swept away at once. I lazily got up and walked towards the crematorium gate, feeling depressed.
How could there be anyone here this late at night? Look at the time, it's almost three in the morning.
If you don't sleep at this time, why come to the crematorium?
I slowly came to the big iron gate, then raised my head and looked out the door, and immediately saw several figures standing outside the big iron gate.
Under the dim light, I could still clearly see that among these figures were two men and one woman, and behind them was a minivan, and the back compartment of the minivan had been opened at this time, and there was something going on inside.
There is a coffin on display.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but scream bad luck!
I've been working the night shift several times and it was pretty good, but tonight I was unlucky and a "night traveler" actually came!
There is an unwritten code in the venue, that is, the corpses brought in during the day are called guests, while the corpses brought in at night are called night travelers!
This is the first time I have encountered this kind of night traveler. I heard Uncle Quan say before that there are generally very few night travellers. After all, no one would stay awake in the middle of the night and take the body to the crematorium.
Therefore, sometimes the things inside the coffins of some night travelers are mostly abnormal objects.
People in the venue are naturally very familiar with the term "abnormal", and there is no need to explain it further.
However, when ordinary outsiders hear these words, they must be confused and confused as to what they mean.
And I, a little cremator who has been working in the crematorium for less than a month, have become a veteran in the crematorium, so I am naturally familiar with some of the common sayings and words in the crematorium.
What are the normal night travelers? Here I will briefly introduce you to some: some die suddenly with incomplete corpses; some die in the dark because they have done bad things; and some Taoist priests produce corpses at any time when they feel that the corpse is there.
It became possible, so I hurriedly asked my family to bring them over and burn them. As for more abnormal night travelers, everyone will gradually realize it later. Anyway, I didn’t dare to say more in the middle of the night, because it was really scary...