"You said it, I will definitely remember it!" I said nervously.
"First..." Lao Zhou closed his eyes, slowly, as if he was organizing his words, and then opened his eyes again after a while, "First, you have to remember -"
Lao Zhou stopped again. I waited for a long time, but he didn't continue, so I had to urge: "Remember what?"
Lao Zhou's eyes suddenly stared straight at the window. I felt cold and turned to look at the heart rate monitor on the bedside...
Lao Zhou, my first and only "leader" in my hearse career, and half of my master, died like this. The doctor said that he did not die of cancer in the end, but of cardiac arrest.
He died of panic, not knowing what he saw before he died.
As for the three taboos about driving a hearse, he didn't tell me any of them...
At almost 11 o'clock in the evening, I was about to wash up and go to bed when the convoy suddenly called me saying that a female body was found in the southern suburbs and asked me to collect the body.
Finally, the work came. I put on my black suit and white gloves, rode my little electric donkey to the convoy, and drove my Cadillac to the southern suburbs.
The deceased seemed to have hanged herself. There was a deep purple mark under her neck. Her body was completely stiff. She must have been dead for more than 10 hours. The grove where she hanged herself was close to the shantytown. Many people gathered at the scene. The forensic doctor was on the cordon.
After gathering the tools, it looks like the autopsy has been completed.
After waiting for the forensic doctor to evacuate, I obtained the consent of the person in charge of the patrol team, walked through the cordon, tightened my gloves, and carefully put the body into a body bag. The body bag is a unique accessory of my Cadillac. People who died normally
There is no need to use it.
A patrol comrade helped me carry the body into the Cadillac. I asked him what to do next, and he said to put it in the morgue first and wait for the autopsy report to come out.
"Isn't it suicide? Why are you waiting for the report?" I asked.
The patrol comrade originally had no intention of paying attention to me, a stupid young man, but when he glanced at the Cadillac parked next to him, he suddenly became respectful to me, turned around, and said to me solemnly: "The dead may not necessarily be dead."
It was suicide. Please protect the body properly after you return for inspection."
Could it be his murder?
It has nothing to do with me anyway, I'm only responsible for transporting corpses.
It's a pity that the family of the deceased never showed up, and no one gave me a red envelope. For the money for the car, the police station would settle the settlement with the funeral home, business to business, and I couldn't even make a hair out of it.
Forget it, just think of it as accumulating yin virtue for yourself.
On the way back, the road was smooth. When the public vehicles saw my hearse, which was the city's top brand, they gave way one after another. When they arrived at the funeral parlor, they transferred the female body to the morgue. The steward of the morgue hung a tag on the toe of the female body and refrigerated it.
My first order in a Cadillac was pretty smooth.
However, when I was cleaning the compartment, I discovered that there were two red words on the metal inner wall of the corpse compartment: Wangzhuang.
Who is so naughty, that female corpse?
I wiped it with my fingers, and the writing was blurred. I smelled it, and it was not blood. It smelled like lipstick.
Lao Zhou unfortunately passed away. Who can I ask if I have any questions about my car?
There are five drivers in the hearse convoy, and they are all cucumbers, and they don’t know as much as I do!
This matter was quite strange. I thought about it, turned around and went back to the morgue. I gave Uncle Qin, who was in charge, a flower and asked him to pull out the female corpse again. I put on my gloves and gently lifted it up.
In her right hand, she found a tube of lipstick at the bottom of the coffin. Could it be that she really wrote it?
"What's wrong, Xiao Wu?" The uncle asked me, "Do you know her?"
"Ah... I don't know. This is the lipstick I bought for my partner. When I was moving the body, I accidentally dropped it into the coffin." I made up an excuse casually and put the tube of Lancôme lipstick into my pocket by accident.
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"Xiao Wu, don't blame me for talking too much. You are dragging people to death. It's best to stay away from them." Uncle Qin advised me.
"Thank you, uncle. I will pay attention to it in the future."
"Also," Uncle Qin looked at the old yellow watch on his wrist, "It's almost 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. It's time for the uncle to get off work. Remember, if you come to the morgue after 12, no matter what you encounter,
Whoever you are, please don’t speak!”
There are comrades on night shift in the funeral home, but there are no comrades in the morgue. After 12 o'clock, once the morgue door is locked, no one will be in charge. If you want to transport the body in, you have to go to the main duty room in the front building to get the key.
I've encountered this situation twice before.
I nodded, and Uncle Qin pushed the female corpse back and took me out of the morgue.
Just as I was about to ride my little electric donkey home, another call came in from the team: "Xiao Wu, the patrol team called again. Another female corpse was found in Xiaowangzhuang in the northern suburbs. Go and collect it."
"Suicide again?" I asked.
"I don't know. He said he drowned."
It was quite busy tonight, so I had to get into the Cadillac and go collect the bodies, but I had never been to this place called Xiaowangzhuang, so I could only use the navigation - Xiaowangzhuang, which sounded a bit familiar.
Half an hour later, I came to Xiaowangzhuang, a village on the edge of the city. There was a group of people surrounding a large pond at the entrance of the village. No need to ask, it must be a death scene. I separated the crowd and came to the middle, also holding a cordon, but
Here, I arrived late, and the body had already been bagged by the police, waiting for me to transport it away.
After loading the body, a young female forensic doctor got into the passenger seat and said she wanted a ride to the funeral home for investigation.
"What to check?" I asked.
"Check the other deceased person." The female forensic doctor whispered.
"Li Xiaotao?" I asked, it was the guy who was writing with lipstick in the corpse cabin just now, a very nice name.
The female forensic doctor looked at me doubtfully: "How do you know? You killed the person?!"