Chapter 61 Zhao Deshui’s Sigh

When Yin Hui arrived at the suburban crematorium, there were already many vehicles parked at the door. They were all relatives of Qian Fang's family who came specially to attend Qian Fang's funeral.

Walking into the reception hall, Yin Hui found that most people were setting up a mourning hall in the hall. It turned out that the police had notified the funeral parlor of Qian Fang's death and returned Qian Fang's body. After obtaining the consent of his family, Zhou

The director decided to set up a mourning hall in the hall and hold a grand memorial service for Qian Fang. After all, a senior senior had died, and the funeral still had to be carried out in accordance with the procedures.

At this time, Director Zhou is orderly directing people to decorate the mourning hall. The general structure of the mourning hall has been almost completed. The slogans usually hung on the walls on both sides of the hall have been removed and replaced with solemn elegiac couplets. In order to increase the solemnity

A layer of black cloth was hung on the wall. The black cloth blocked part of the light, making the entire mourning hall dark, giving people a gloomy feeling from the bottom of their hearts. The table at the reception desk was covered with quilts.

A small decoration was set up, covered with a layer of white silk cloth, and then a circle was made with white flowers representing death. Not far from the stage was a huge Chinese character "Dian", about two meters long.

"High", every stroke of the word is thicker than a human thigh, giving people a dull and depressing feeling, as if behind the huge black words is the entrance to the underworld.

Generally speaking, the entire mourning hall is very well decorated. It is grand and grand yet simple and solemn. It must have taken a lot of effort to design it.

Lao Zhaotou was busy hanging the elegiac couplets at the moment. Yin Hui saw that he was holding the elegiac couplets in one hand and a hammer in the other, struggling to lift the elegiac couplets and hang them on the nails on the wall. Yin Hui hurried over to help.

"Master, let me hang it up for you. It's very inconvenient for you."

"Okay, come on, I'll help you pass it up."

The two of them quickly finished hanging the elegiac couplets, and then sat on the stools to rest. Looking at the mourning hall that was almost ready, Old Zhaotou felt a pang in his heart. No matter how glorious Qian Fang was during his lifetime, now he is dead with others.

They are just the same, even more miserable than ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Old Zhaotou couldn't help but sigh softly. Yin Hui asked: "Master, what did you think of again? Why are you sighing?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just feeling a little emotional."

"What are you feeling?"

"You said that the good person around you suddenly died. No matter whether he was good or bad, you will never see him again. All traces of his past in this world have disappeared. Whenever I think of such a thing, I feel sad in my heart.

A special feeling arises, I don’t know if it’s sad or confused, I feel like I exist and don’t exist in this world, that feeling is really uncomfortable.”

"Really?" Yin Hui shook his head and said, "Why have I never experienced the feeling you mentioned?"

"That means you don't have strong love and longing for your dead relatives in your heart. Of course you can't feel it. You can try to go to the open space alone at night and look up at the night sky. Then you will see huge bright pictures in the sky.

Those faces are the souls of the dead. They are watching us in the sky all the time. Every one of your relatives is there, and they are also looking at you."

"Why do you get more and more terrifying the more you talk about it?" Yin Hui got goosebumps when Old Zhaotou said it, "Forget it, let's not discuss those dead people anymore. By the way, you saw Mr. Sun this morning.

Is he there? Why didn’t I see him come to the funeral, and no one answered my phone calls?”

"Isn't Sun Faxue here? I helped decorate the mourning hall as soon as I came here this morning, but I haven't seen him yet."

"This is strange. He has always been diligent. What happened today?"

"Could it be that you drank too much yesterday and didn't wake up this morning?"

"Maybe. I'll call him again to see if he wakes up."

Yin Hui dialed Sun Faxue's cell phone, and not long after, a message tone sounded, indicating that no one answered at this time, so Yin Hui had to hang up the phone again.

"Still no answer?" Old Zhaotou put down his pipe and pot.

Yin Hui nodded: "Maybe he really drank too much yesterday. I hope nothing happens to him."

Just as he and Lao Zhaotou were resting, the funeral hall was also ready. Director Zhou looked at the time and said, "Okay, you can bring the body in."

Curator Zhou asked several people to carry Qian Fang's body in. After a while, Qian Fang's body was brought in from outside, and then several people put the body on the morgue that had been arranged.

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Although Qian Fang's corpse had undergone cosmetic treatment, it still made people get goosebumps after seeing it. Due to the massive loss of blood, the corpse's face looked particularly white, a gloomy white, just like in the movie.

The faces of the white-pink zombies were the same. One of the eyeballs of the corpse was also missing and had to be replaced with a fake eyeball. The two eyes looked completely different, as if the eyes of two different people had grown together.

The torn parts of the corpse's face and head were sewn up with threads. Since Qian Fang's head was almost completely smashed, the entire skull was almost held together with threads, so the corpse's face was crisscrossed with many threads.

The stitched opening looks like a centipede, and the whole head is as hideous and terrifying as a white puppet made of threads.

A few hours later, Qian Fang's memorial service officially began. Many people came to pay their respects. Basically, they were employees of the funeral home, and some were his relatives and friends. The Civil Affairs Bureau also sent a representative.

, the whole room was packed. Everyone who came brought wreaths and elegiac couplets, and wreaths of various sizes were piled around the morgue. In the end, they couldn’t stack them anymore, so they had to take some away first.

So that there is room for people behind you.

The rain was still falling, and together with the low mourning and music in the mourning hall, it created a very sad atmosphere for the memorial service.

Those who came to express condolences first bowed to the corpse, then laid wreaths and elegiac couplets, and then walked slowly past the morgue to pay homage to the deceased's remains.

Although everyone who came to express condolences knew that Qian Fang died in a car accident, and everyone was mentally prepared before coming, they were still shocked by Qian Fang's hideous and terrifying face, and they all left the morgue.

People passed by in a hurry, not to mention paying respects, no one even dared to take a closer look, and some just glanced at the corpse and left. Everyone felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

At this time, Ouyang Xue actually came with a middle-aged police officer. He bowed respectfully first. They still understood the principle that the dead are the most important. After the salute, Director Zhou hurriedly greeted them and brought the two men together.

Someone introduced Qian Fang's parents.

Qian Fang's old mother held Ouyang Xue's hand with tears in her eyes and wanted to say something, but because she was too sad, she opened her mouth several times without saying a word. She just held her hand and kept talking.

Trembling, he finally knelt down in front of Ouyang Xue with a plop, and then spoke out, hoping that Ouyang Xue would find the murderer no matter what, and not let his son die inexplicably.

I don't know if it was the sad atmosphere in the mourning hall or the cry of Qian Fang's parents, but Ouyang Xue suddenly felt like she wanted to cry. She quickly helped Qian Fang's mother up and said with some choking, "Don't worry.

We will definitely do our best to investigate the case clearly and give you a satisfactory explanation."

Qian Fang's mother nodded gratefully, thanked Ouyang Xue, and then went to receive other people who came to express their condolences. Lao Zhaotou and Yin Hui stood quietly next to the morgue as if in silence.

He didn't even say a word.

Half an hour later, the memorial service gradually came to an end. People who came to express condolences went back one after another, and only the employees of the funeral home were left in the mourning hall.

Director Zhou said with a sad tone: "Okay, everyone else has left. The rest will be left to our staff to give Master Qian a ride. I hope Master Qian can rest in peace in heaven as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Director Zhou walked slowly to the morgue, put down the wreath in his hand, and then bowed respectfully three times. Others held the wreaths they had prepared and bowed one by one in order.

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Chapter completed!