Chapter 16 The Bloody Guanyin

"It's really hard for you. Do you really want to join this industry?" For a moment, Lao Zhao looked at the blue faces of the three of them, and seemed to feel some compassion, and his tone softened a lot.

The three of you looked at me, and you could see the helplessness in their eyes, but in the end, they still nodded firmly.

"Okay! I respect your decision, keep it up!" After Lao Zhaotou glanced at everyone, he said nothing more, smoothed the copper-coin Tang suit on his body, and took off the two sleeves back.

After that, the first step of preparation begins.

I saw him taking out a large bottle of colorless liquid from the bed, gently unscrewing the cap, and whispered: "This is distilled water, used to clean the blood on the corpse!"

Old Zhaotou poured some liquid into the measuring cup on the side, picked up a cotton ball with tweezers, dipped it in distilled water and kept wiping the blood and brains on the corpse's face. After a while, he wiped the bloody face.

It was clean, but there was still some yellow-brown liquid oozing out from the wound. Old Zhao frowned, took out a brown bottle, opened it and sprinkled some white powder on the wound, and gradually the body fluids on the wound

The leakage became less and less until it stopped.

"What is this?" Shen Feifei asked in confusion, which surprised Yin Hui who was observing from the side. She had seen bold girls, but such bold girls were very rare! Inexplicably,

He made a comparison in his mind between Shen Feifei and Tang Yan outside. Well, they are both the same kind of people. The ancients said: The most poisonous woman's heart is true. Don't deceive me. But comparison is comparison. As the examiner of this interview,

It is still necessary to speak up about students' problems. Yin Hui smiled lightly and took charge of the live broadcast.

"Oh, this is alkali powder, it will change the pH of the wound, and the acid in the human body will be secreted less and less!"

At work, Lao Zhaotou did not blink, his hands did not shake, and his expression was extremely focused. Every move he made was so orderly and logical, without any trace of panic. Especially when Yin Hui spoke, he seemed to be like

It was as if he could not sense changes in the outside world. His movements did not stagnate at all, and he did not even raise his head, as if he had entered a peaceful Zen state.

I saw him using a cotton ball dipped in a little distilled water to wipe off the white powder. The face looked much cleaner, but the open wound still made people feel very scary.

"Everyone wants to leave cleanly when they die, so that the Lord of Hell will like you and let you be reincarnated into a good family in your next life. If you are in pieces, the Lord of Hell will not even look at you and even drag you away.

It would be tragic if you put them in a frying pan. All people who were missing limbs during their lifetime will be buried together with their limbs after death! This is called completeness!" Old Zhaotou took a breath, opened a cloth bag, took out a sewing kit from it, and said to Shen Feifei

Looking at his focused expression, and then looking at Yin Hui, I felt very strange, why everyone who works here has such fatalism in their mouths, and even their bodies exude a three-point coldness and a seven-point ghost aura.

, it’s really baffling.

Could it be that they had seen something before? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but touch her chest, not daring to think about it anymore.

The temperature in the dead body's dressing room is also much lower than outside. The temperature outside is only about ten degrees, but the temperature here is close to zero. With Old Zhaotou's skillful operating techniques, Shen Feifei can't help but feel waves of coldness running through her body. , although her eyes were very focused on the dilapidated corpse, her thinly clothed body was also trembling slightly.

Lao Zhaotou put his hands together and squeezed the two halves of his head that were almost separated until the deep scars came together. Then he opened a small box on the side. Only then did the students discover that the box turned out to be a needle and thread The box is filled with needles of various thicknesses and sizes, but there is only one kind of thread, which is almost transparent white thread. No need to ask, everyone can understand this. After all, who wants to sew up the dead in colorful ways? Yes!

But I saw Lao Zhaotou pressing the wound hard with his right hand, looking at the needles of various sizes and thinking for a while, then took out a small needle from the box with his left hand, then put the needle in his mouth, picked up the thin thread, The needle nose penetrated right away with a gentle and accurate needle. While the students marveled at his skills, they were also worried about the hygiene of his mouth. Although these needles are disinfected every time, they must have come into contact with dead people. It is really too It’s not hygienic!

Old Zhao finished threading his needle and thread and nodded towards Yin Hui. Perhaps he noticed some strange expressions on the students' faces, so he smiled nonchalantly: "Don't laugh at the old man, you will get used to it in the future!"

As he spoke, he inserted the needle into the wound on the corpse, and then moved it back and forth, as if sewing clothes. After a while, he sewed the split scalp tightly, and the two halves of the separated face were put back together again, deformed. His facial features seemed to have returned to shape, but the droopy eyeball was still a bit difficult to deal with. Old Zhaotou carefully put the eyeball into the eye socket with his hand, but after a while, the eyeball slowly slipped out of the eye socket. He came out, drooped on the side, and went back and forth several times. The strong boy like an ox finally couldn't hold on any longer. His throat kept rolling up and down, and he swallowed hard, as if he had drank a big bowl of undiluted Coptis chinensis.

Old Zhaotou seemed to be a little bored, so he simply pulled out the eyeballs from their sockets with his hands and threw them into the trash can at his feet.

"Hey, Master, aren't you desecrating the deceased by doing this?" Seeing this scene, Shen Feifei's expression changed, her tone of voice doubled for no reason, and she sounded very dissatisfied.

"This is like this sometimes. There is no way." Old Zhaotou spread his hands and said to her helplessly: "After all, I am not a surgeon. I can't connect all his nerves. I can only make do with it. Got it!"

"Didn't you say that in this business, we should respect the dead and try to let them leave their bodies intact? Isn't there something wrong with this?" Shen Feifei continued to shout. Although the voice was sharp, the timbre was very pleasant.

"It doesn't matter, I will put something in his eye socket to make his face look fuller. The deceased will wear glasses when holding a memorial service, and the relatives will not notice it, and sooner or later he will turn into a A puddle of ashes!" After saying that, Old Zhao fumbled around for a long time, took out something like a black coal ball and stuffed it into the deceased's eye socket. It looked like a real eyeball.

The students were silent and watched as Old Zhao continued to work. He opened a box of something like grease, and a fragrant smell suddenly filled the air, making everyone feel nauseous.

"Woo..." At this moment, the old water bottle in the corner was shaking loudly, and bubbles of different sizes overflowed from the mouth of the water bottle, evaporating into rumbling white smoke. The temperature in the dressing room was below zero.

As soon as the hot air flow and the cold air flow met, they immediately started fighting and entangled, making half of the room full of smoke and hazy, making the already weird dressing room even more terrifying.

"Ouch, sorry, sorry, the old man's water is boiling." Old Zhaotou put down the box, smoothed his goatee on his chin, then went to the water bottle with a playful smile and watched him unplug the plug from the water bottle.

He took out a long object, which turned out to be a "heat fast" that cost a few yuan a piece on the street stall. Opening the cupboard containing cosmetics, Old Zhao fidgeted and pulled out a large, worn-out teapot.

, then he carefully took out a paper bag from his arms, poured some tea leaves into it, and opened a large, boiling cup of green tea.

"Children, if any of you are thirsty, come and pour it yourself!" Lao Zhaotou happily picked up the tea cup, blew a ripple with his mouth, and then slowly put it into his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment. The temperature in the dressing room was low and cold.

It's not unreasonable to go fast. But facing this weird aroma and the corpse brother accompanying him, no one would taste this thing brewed by Old Zhaotou himself.

Yin Hui naturally knew the virtues of his master, but sometimes he didn't think clearly about it. Why did this old man with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, no debts, and no children, live so frugally?

, is he born a masochist? I really don’t know what he thinks. But as the years pass, the leaders of the crematorium are replaced, and they are almost catching up with the metabolism, but our old Zhao is still the same old Zhao, coming and going again.

, Yin Hui was not surprised. Several students looked at each other and cursed secretly in their hearts: Madman, this old madman!

After about five minutes, Yin Hui finally couldn't sit still. No, his task hadn't been completed yet. He couldn't waste time doing this with Old Zhaotou. He coughed awkwardly: "Master, do you think it's right?"

, take care of the work at hand first, and then...then..."

"Haha, I'm old and useless. After working for a while, I have to rest for a few hours. Let's do this. There aren't many things left. You can do it for me!" Old Zhaotou put down the tea cup and squinted his eyes.

said.

"Me?" Yin Hui pointed to her nose with her hand, her face looked like she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, with all kinds of expressions on her face.

"Yes, you have to raise a child for old age, and you have to work to raise an apprentice. Otherwise, why would I take you in? You're just a freeloader! If that's the case, you might as well take in a cat or a dog." Old Zhaotou did not give in.

"Examiner, what this old master said makes sense, please teach us by words and deeds!" Shen Feifei also interjected. Although she didn't know what her intention was at the moment, Yin Hui already felt this little girl in her heart.

The person who came here is not kind, and he wants to deliberately squeeze himself and make him unable to step down.

"Okay... okay! Isn't it just a corpse? What's the big deal." Yin Hui gritted his teeth and put on the rubber gloves, took a deep breath, and treated Lao Zhaotou's direct descendants and relatives who couldn't be beaten with eight poles.

After each scolded them three times, they slowly got into the mood. They hadn't encountered such a horrible corpse in a few weeks, so they were a little slack on their hands.

In fact, not everyone can be a funeral makeup artist. There are two types of makeup for corpses: normal makeup and special makeup. Normal makeup is relatively simple. First, adjust the facial expression of the deceased to a calm one, then use oil paint to apply base oil on the face of the deceased, and then Apply some red. In this way, the face of the deceased will look rosy and shiny, with a natural and peaceful expression.

Special makeup is much more complicated. The subjects of special makeup are usually people who have encountered disasters, suffered serious physical injuries and died unfortunately. For such deceased people, first of all, they must clean up, and then find photos of the deceased when they were alive and try to restore their original appearance.

"Cough...cough...now it's time to put on makeup. Look, this may be the key thing for you to learn. After all, you don't encounter too many damaged corpses like this!" Yin Hui picked out some grease with his fingers and gently applied it. Gently apply it on the face of the deceased, and then keep stroking it until the oil is completely absorbed by the bloodless face, and suddenly the dull face seems to have a hint of life. At this time, Yin Hui suddenly looked at Shen Feifei He smiled and said, "This is a base color for your face, just like the foundation you girls use!"

Suddenly, Shen Feifei's face turned crimson, but she couldn't say a word to refute, but Yin Hui was so happy in her heart that she fought with me, humming.

Opening the powder box, Yin Hui dipped a little powder into the face of the corpse and applied it on the corpse's face. After a while, the whole face turned pale, like a zombie. The stitched scars on the face were all covered, and the whole face was covered. The face seemed to be intact, but it was very scary, especially in this cold room, which sent waves of chills all over the body.

"Why do every deceased have their faces painted as white as snow, making them look weird?" Wang Jun looked at the zombie-like costume and couldn't adapt to it.

"Haha, let me tell you, I don't know. In short, it has been like this for thousands of years. When the corpses were stored in the ancient Yizhuang, this was how the dead people were put into makeup! I also learned it from the master!" Yin Hui pondered for a moment and replied in a polite manner. He glanced at Old Zhaotou who was drinking tea next to him, and found that the old man winked at him, which was very playful. So he traced the face of the corpse again. I traced my eyebrows and cleaned up other areas.

"Are you ready?" the strong cow said with a trembling voice.

"Okay, it's all done!" Yin Hui put down the things in his hands and said with a trembling mouth: "It's been a long time since I've dealt with such a complicated corpse. By the way, how do you feel?"

Shen Feifei shook her head expressionlessly, while the other two students, whose entire backs were wet, each let out a long breath, as if they were finally relieved of their suffering.

"Haha, classmates, how do you like it? Feeling good!" Yin Hui threw the rubber gloves into the trash can and patted Ma Tie on the shoulder with a smile.

"Woo!" This bull-like boy waved his hand at Yin Hui, unable to say a word.

"It's okay!" Wang Jun managed to say a word.

Only Shen Feifei didn't say anything, she just breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, all their performances fell into Shen Feifei's eyes.

"Thank you, Master, I'll take them out first!" Yin Hui checked the names of Shen Feifei and Wang Jun, then left the dressing room with the three students and returned to the main hall and the seats in the corridor. On the screen, Tang Yan was bored and playing a mobile game. When she saw Yin Hui coming out, she winked at him meaningfully, as if to say, you have suffered a lot, right? Yin Hui shrugged and smiled in return.

When he finally walked out of the funeral home, Yin Hui left the contact information of the two students and was about to tell Ma Tie the bad news about the interview failure in a tactful way. However, he was surprised to see the strong man run into the middle of the road with a pale face.

, hailed a taxi, and left the wilderness like flying.

"It seems that Autumn Tiger is coming." Yin Hui said to Tang Yan.

"Yes, the air conditioner will be turned on in a few days."

In the lounge, Old Zhaotou put down the teapot, took out three sticks of sandalwood from the drawer, walked to a corner, and gently inserted them into the incense burner among several apples. This was something he had to do every day.

It has been like this for decades. The dim candlelight and the shadows in the corner danced together, illuminating the blank spiritual tablet even more ferociously. In the flickering light and darkness, gusts of cold wind blew by, bringing with it a subtle whine.

At this moment, the statue of Mr. Guan opposite, with its eyes turning white under the alternating light and dark, actually had a terrifying expression!

Old Zhaotou sighed, clapped his hands and was about to leave, but suddenly found that the two eyeballs of Mr. Guan had turned into two blood holes, and two lines of blood and tears rolled down, splashing drops on the table.

ring.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

"That's it, it's here, it's here again, why? It's been ten years, why is it here again?" Old Zhaotou suddenly fell to the ground and kept saying some unintelligible words, his eyes
Chapter completed!