On the topic of "equality of all living beings", this hearse of the Inmelis family can be said to have achieved the ultimate:

Whether it is a living passenger or a dead passenger, riding in this car suffers.

Ron was used to it for a long time, with his head on the corner of the carriage, and his feet were eight birds sitting;

This posture of a fat big man seems very inconsistent, but it can ensure the maximum stability for him, and even snores to catch up with sleep.

On the other hand, Karen was sitting a little tormented. He needed to keep using his hands to support the bottom to maintain his balance. The road in the city was fine, but after going out of the city to the suburbs, the road conditions became much worse and bumpy. very guilty.

Jeff and Mr. Mosang embraced each other without any shame in this continuous turbulence. This posture is like lovers lying on the bed and talking to each other.

Karen, who couldn't stand it any longer, tried to pull the "two people" apart more than once, but the space in the car was so large that the two people who had just pulled apart would soon find each other with the bumps, and then embrace each other again.

This is unlikely to happen if there are relatives following the car, at the very least, they only need to endure limited tremors inside the coffin.

But who told Jeff that he was a loner and got a welfare slip; and Mr. Mosang, not a welfare slip but also better than a welfare slip.

Karen is not qualified to betray the family's "work attitude". Even if he made lunch today, he is actually still a "rice bug" in this family.

finally,

With Uncle Mason turning the steering wheel to the left, the hearse drove into a yard that resembled a small factory, with a sign hanging on the door - Hughes Crematorium.

"Hey, Ron, wake up!" Uncle Mason yelled, banging on the window.

"Oh, oh, here it is." Ron wiped his saliva and stretched again.

Karen first helped put down the stretcher, then with Ron, Jeff and Mr. Moissan were moved down, while Uncle Mason was in charge of holding the stretcher from sliding.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman in gray overalls came over, holding a paper and a pen in her hands.

"Hey, what a handsome boy."

The woman stared at Karen first.

"Hello, Mrs. Hughes." Ron greeted warmly.

This is what Paul said, prefer Mrs. Hughes to Ron?

However, in the face of Ron's enthusiasm, Mrs. Hughes just pulled a note from the corner of her mouth in response, and turned more attention to Karen.

In fact, Mrs. Hughes looked good. Although she was wearing work clothes, she could still see her plump figure. In addition, her skin was very fair.

However, when Mrs. Hughes' hand grabbed her face, Karen still stretched out her hand unnaturally and took her hand down;

After all, although he can adapt to the good looks of this body, he is not used to being molested as a little boy.

But Mrs. Hughes directly grabbed Karen's hand with a backhand, and her fingertips swept back and forth in Karen's palm, with a very obvious provocative meaning.

From her gaze, Karen read out the greed that middle-aged and elderly men have when looking at the little girl's figure.

"He's Karen, my brother's son." Uncle Mason held out a cigarette.

"Oh?" Mrs. Hughes was a little surprised, "Your nephew?"

Mrs. Hughes took the cigarette, asked Mason to light it for herself, and continued: "I haven't seen it before."

"There's something going on at a guy's house, and I'm hurt a little more," explained Uncle Mason.

"Hurt?"

"Accidentally fell."

"Fell over whose wife's window sill?"

"Don't make such a joke, by the way, are you not busy today?"

"There's another one in front, it's burning, just wait a while."

"Just open a furnace?"

"I want to open a few more furnaces, but you have to send so many people to cook them for me. The hot furnace doesn't cost anything?"

"Okay, okay, let's push the 'guest' in first."

"Okay, I'll go make arrangements first, little handsome guy, see you later." Mrs. Hughes gave Karen a wink, turned and walked in first.

Ron pushed Mr. Moissan alone, while Mason helped Karen push Jeff's stretcher.

"Mrs. Hughes is a very warm person," Mason said to Karen in a slightly lower voice.

"Well, yes." Karen nodded.

"Her husband left early. She is now managing this crematorium. Although she has never remarried, she has many lovers around her."

"Uncle, don't tell me this."

"Hey, I have to remind you, I also came from your age." Mason reached out and knocked on the iron plate of the stretcher car, making a "dangdang" sound, "A boy of this age can even wear an iron plate. ."

"..." Karen.

"You're getting older too. Find a serious girlfriend in the future." Mason asked again.

"Okay, uncle, I see."

Cullen knew that Mason didn't mean to speak ill of Mrs. Hughes, but she didn't want her young nephew to be hooked away by Mrs. Hughes.

After walking inside, Karen smelled a palpable greasy smell.

It's just greasy...not fragrant or sweet, a bit like a musty bedroom in the rainy weather.

However, the furnishings inside can be clearly seen to be aging, this should be an old crematorium.

"In the early years, this crematorium was almost out of business, and it was almost bought by another large crematorium."

"And then what?" Karen asked.

"Then the large crematorium was discovered. In order to save costs, the furnace was opened at night, so the ashes of others the day before yesterday were given to the families of the deceased today."

Hearing this, Karen's eyes widened: Is there still such an operation?

"Isn't that..."

"Yeah, send relatives to burn, and then go back with the ashes of strangers. The funniest thing is that they went on like this for several years."

"That's too bad."

"After the incident broke out, the owner of the crematorium was stoned to death at night without knowing who, and the police couldn't find the murderer because there were too many suspects with motives."

Karen nodded and said, "That's damn good."

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if it was with the grief of losing a loved one that you sent your relative here to be cremated, and you brought back the ashes of a stranger, you don’t even know which altar of ashes you have worshipped for years, Karen I feel like I have the urge to kill myself.

"After the big crematorium went bankrupt, Mrs. Hughes' crematorium was able to continue to survive and operate, but it's difficult now. Large-scale chain funeral companies have long appeared in other cities.

They can connect everything from the hospital, to our deceased care agency, to the crematorium, and the transportation there.

In Luojia City, they also opened a branch, and Winnie received a call from them a while ago, saying that they wanted to buy our house. "

"Grandpa wouldn't agree," Karen said.

"Of course my father would not agree, and neither would I! Do you know how they did it, they transported the remains in a centralized manner, and then centralized mourning, centralized cremation or burial.

Like wholesale vegetables in the market.

These capitalists should really be hung up on street lamps!

They only have money in their eyes, they don't know how to care for the deceased, and they don't know how to respect the remains! "

hear here,

Cullen's mind couldn't help but think of Jeff and Mr. Moissan, who had been bumped to the point of kissing in the hearse earlier.

uncle,

How did you have the face to say the word "respect"?

"Our family is okay, although they plan to stop our suppliers, but because of your grandfather's relationship, our family's business has been going well." Uncle Mason's tone was a lot lower, "But Mrs. Hughes is here, and we will start again. It got a little tough."

At this time, Ron, who was pushing Mr. Mosang in front, turned his head and shouted:

"Aha, so I support the Accord Party, only they are willing to punch those damn capitalists back!"

Saying that, Ron also waved his fist.

The Accord Party, which Karen saw in the newspaper a few days ago, is a left-wing party that has developed well in Roja City in recent years.

but,

After hearing the words "Accord Party",

Uncle Mason shouted at once:

"Go crazy, support that group of lunatics, they will only make a mess of our existing life!"

Ron shrugged, seemingly too lazy to argue with the boss, and continued pushing the stretcher cart.

Karen looked at Uncle Mason, who was flushed with anger. He could understand it, because his uncle interprets the weakness of the petty bourgeoisie.

This is not a sarcasm, it may sound like a sarcasm, but in the final analysis it is the inconsistency of the ass caused by the life class.

After walking through a not very long aisle, Karen and the others finally came to the "Incineration Room" with a stretcher cart.

There are three incinerators in the incinerator, but only one is working.

Outside the glass window, Karen saw a man with unkempt hair sitting on the ground.

And this time,

The incinerator that was in operation also stopped.

A grey-haired but spirited-looking worker opened the door and shouted to the man:

"Sir, please come and pick up your wife."

Immediately, the old worker saw Mason with a smile on his face, and waved hello:

"Hi, Mason."

"Old Darcy!"

Uncle Mason stepped forward and handed old Darcy a cigarette.

"How many today?" asked old Darcy as he lit his cigarette.

Mason made the "two" gesture.

"Oh, God have mercy on you." Old Darcy smiled gleefully.

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Of course he knew how much the cremation meant to the Immeles family.

In fact, losing money is not a loss, but the original local burial can make more profits. After this part of the profit that could have been earned is lost, it will become a "loss".

"Sir, please come and pick up your wife." Old Darcy exhaled and urged again.

The man raised his head in a daze, and then stood up silently, but when he saw the incinerator in the glass window, he leaned back against the wall again, as if he was resisting everything in front of him.

Yes,

Who can suddenly accept that the beloved pillow beside him has become a pile of ashes.

Cullen heard Uncle Mason whisper to old Darcy, "What's the matter?"

Old Darcy shook his head slightly with contempt while taking a sip of his cigarette, and replied in a low voice:

"I don't give tips, and I don't buy any urns in the club, hehe."

If the customer gives a tip or buys the "surroundings" of our company,

Naturally, there will be some special treatment.

For example, if you are afraid or unwell, the incinerator old Darcy will help you put the ashes in an urn and give it to you.

Of course, there are some people who want to pick up the ashes of their relatives themselves, so old Darcy will help you carefully break the bones so that you can hold them.

The man didn't know if he had no money, or if he really didn't understand this. In his eyes, there was nothing but blankness.

Looking at his stupid appearance, old Darcy said disdainfully, "He's still a psychology professor, and he doesn't even understand this."

Um?

This post caught Karen's attention.

Coincidentally, I met a colleague.

Karen took the initiative to step forward, looked at the man, and whispered:

"You should pick up your wife now."

"I...I..." The man's hands were shaking.

It can be seen that he is doing a fierce psychological struggle.

In fact, if the relationship is good and you live together forever, after the death of your loved one, you will not feel the horror similar to watching a ghost movie with his remains or his ashes, but will feel... very ordinary.

But some people's emotions and psychology are special. For example, Karen received a patient in his previous life. He and his wife were in love, but when his wife gave birth, he chose to go into the delivery room to accompany his wife. This is a very loving move, but ... Since then, he has left a serious psychological shadow, and finally had to choose to divorce his wife. After that, it was so serious that he would tremble and fear when he saw women and children.

"Are you still afraid of your wife?" urged old Darcy. "Come on, there's still a line."

"I... I'm not..." The man's face showed a look of struggle and self-blame. Obviously, Old Darcy's sentence "You're still afraid of your wife" made the husband feel deeply guilty and self-blame.

Spiritually, it is actually divided into "physical" and "psychological". "Psychological" is actually easy to overcome, but "physical" is really difficult to deal with.

"I'm not...not afraid of her...but...but I..."

Karen sighed,

reach out,

He tapped the man on the shoulder.

alright,

Look in the face of your peers.

Karen turned around and walked up to Mason:

"Uncle, we are still in a hurry to go home. I will help him collect his ashes."

When old Darcy heard this, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, and he said something indifferently:

"Your nephew is so kind."

There was no compliment in his tone.

Mason shrugged and said, "Old Darcy, I'm still in a hurry to go home, and Mary will blame me for being late."

"Go, go, go."

Old Darcy gave up,

"You push the body up first, and I'll pick it up."

Ron pushed Mr. Mosang in, and Karen hesitated for a while, but helped Ron carry Mr. Mossang to the push table of the incinerator.

Although Mr. Mosan "appeared" last night,

Expressed his obsession that he did not want to be cremated;

But Karen couldn't help him. Even if the last "Karen" left him 6,000 rupees, it was enough to buy a coffin at the cost price, but what about the expenses of the burial cemetery?

The most important thing is... what reason and qualifications does he have to let the family give extra treatment for an ordinary client?

Grandpa is still alive

Even if grandpa is gone, uncle is still there,

This family, it's not his turn to be... well, it's not his turn to spend.

After doing this, Karen walked to Old Darcy's side and watched Old Darcy picking up the ashes with an iron hook.

Old Darcy turned his head and glanced at Cullen who was standing behind him,

asked:

"First time here?"

"Um."

"Have you never seen it before?"

"no."

"What a young master." Old Darcy teased.

For the first time, the male of the Inmelis family saw the ashes.

Karen pointed to a pile of bones on the ground and asked, "Shouldn't it be ashes?"

The word "ash" was bitten harder by Karen.

In his impression, after cremation, the ashes should be white and exist like flour.

But what I saw in front of me was a pile of bone fragments, and there was ashes, but the bone fragments were the majority, and they were quite large.

Old Darcy wondered, "That's it."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Karen suddenly realized that the film and television works of her previous life had deceived herself.

At this time, seeing Old Darcy dropping the lost cigarette butt on the ground, Karen touched his pocket, took out the pack of cigarettes Paul had given him, pulled one out, and handed it to Old Darcy.

Old Darcy took the cigarette,

Looking a lot better,

But do not forget to remind:

"Good people don't act like that."

"Haha." Karen understood what he meant and could only explain, "He came to our school before and gave us an open class, so he can be considered my teacher."

Hear this reason,

Old Darcy smashed the filter,

"That's it."

immediately,

Old Darcy put on a glove in his left hand, picked up a small hammer in his right hand, and squatted down.

Start pounding and pounding these large bones, breaking them into small pieces.

"Does everyone take the ashes away like this?" Karen asked curiously.

Old Darcy gave a "ha" and said, "Most people, just take a part of it."

"Oh." Karen said again, "That..."

"Didn't you see what I was doing? Look at your uncle's face." Old Darcy shook his shoulders and continued to tap the bones, "It's also for your grandfather's face."

Large pieces of bone, broken one by one;

Old Darcy stopped and pointed to the obliquely front platform, where there were a row of urns of various styles.

"Bring one over here."

"okay."

Karen walked over and glanced at it, and found that the cheapest urn actually cost 1,000 rupees.

An ordinary worker, half a month's salary.

Of course, even more expensive, Karen saw a very delicate and graceful urn with a price of 5W rupees;

However, there is a lot of dust on it, and it is obviously an old actor.

After all, many people come for cremation, in addition to religious beliefs, because it is cheaper than burial, so this 5W rupee urn is destined to be difficult to circulate.

Karen picked up the 1,000 rupee urn and brought it to the old Darcy.

"Well, I'll let my uncle give you the money."

Old Darcy gave a "ha", waved his hand, and said generously, "No need."

"How embarrassing is this, 1,000 rupees."

"The cost is 50, and the wholesale price is cheaper."

"..." Karen.

fuck,

black,

It's so dark.

Old Darcy asked with some doubts: "Have you never helped the family before?"

"I do not."

This part of the memory, the last "Karen" really didn't have it in his mind.

"That's no wonder, your family sells coffins and clothes, and it's similar to this one."

"Really."

Karen smiled awkwardly.

Oh, it turns out that my house is so dark.

Old Darcy began to store the ashes. According to the size and shape of the bones, he chose the bottom one, the side one, and the middle one...

The layers are clear and orderly;

Makes Karen feel like she's serving... platter.

finally,

There's basically nothing missing.

Old Darcy put almost all the ashes into the urn;

The skull, which is hard and difficult to burn, was finally placed in the uppermost position in the middle by old Darcy;

Subsequently,

"Clap" sound,

Old Darcy closed the urn.

"Bring it to him."

"Ok, thank you."

"Ah."

Karen bent over,

Pick up the urn.

It's hard to imagine that she might have been a living person not long ago. Well, even before she entered the incinerator, she was still a complete person.

Now,

in the box in his hand.

Karen walked out, and when he walked in front of the man, the man subconsciously stretched out his hands, but he was a little timid.

"She...she..."

"I brought your wife out, don't mind, now, I'll give you her hand."

hear this,

The man's expression suddenly became soothing,

The tone of the speech also calmed down a little:

"No...you are a gentleman."

He finally reached out, took his wife's urn, and held it in his arms.

"My Linda... is she really gone?"

Karen replied, "Physically, it's gone."

"Then..." The man raised his head with hope in his eyes.

"But in the spiritual world, she is still alive, living in your spirit.

You think, she is there. "

"Yes, yes." The man kept nodding, "As long as I think, she's there, she's still by my side, no, she's even closer to me, my Linda."

There was a smile on the man's face, not a hideous smile, but a warm, genial, sunny one.

"Linda is of the Berry religion, and according to the teachings, her body needs to be cremated; you know, bringing her to the crematorium is more like torture to me.

Thank you, after Linda left, friends around me advised me to look away and accept her leaving. You were the first to tell me that she was still there. Thank you, I really appreciate you. "

"You're welcome."

The man held the urn, turned and left.

Karen silently leaned against the aisle wall and slowly drew a cigarette;

At this time, Mason came over and asked angrily:

"When did you learn to smoke, who taught you?"

Karen replied, "Aunt Mary."

Karen wasn't lying, the first cigarette he had ever had since he woke up in this world was given to him by Aunt Mary.

"Uh... well."

Uncle Mason immediately changed his tone and changed the subject:

"Karen, I know you are kind, but you can't help everyone. If you are used to being kind, you will find that there are really too many people in need of help in this world."

"Uncle, I just..." Karen wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to explain the reason for "come along", so she could only nod her head and said, "Yes, uncle, I know I can't help too many people."

"No, it's not that you can't help, it's that you feel pain when you see more and more people needing your help and there's nothing you can do about it."

Karen was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "You are right."

Mason was very satisfied with Karen's attitude. He shrugged and said, "Besides, being a good person a lot of times doesn't pay off well."

The voice just fell,

The man who had left with the urn earlier trotted over again, stood in front of Karen, and bowed to Karen again.

This bow caught Karen a little off guard, and instinctively, he also bowed to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, the money for the urn hasn't been given yet."

The man took out an old-fashioned purse that was a little worn and obviously some years old,

Of course, the preceding adjectives are all meaningless and pale,

Because the key point to describe a wallet is its...thickness.

It's thick, quite puffy!

It's so swollen that it can't even close!

The face value of one hundred rupees banknotes is printed with the head of Rotland the Great in the history of Ruilan.

And at this moment,

Emperor Rotland was almost so tense that he wanted to eject!

It turned out that he didn't have the money to be cremated, nor did he have the money to tip, nor did he have the money to buy an urn, but... He didn't even think about that, and he didn't have the life experience to spend money for convenience.

"I paid the cremation fee before, how much is the urn?" the man asked. "Sorry, I almost forgot and left with Linda's hand."

"Five...ahem...a thousand rupees."

Karen wanted to say 50 cost price.

But I thought that Old Darcy was a help, and the ashes were well cleaned up. The thousand rupees should be used to pay for the urn.

He didn't want to rely on this to make a difference in the past.

After all, in his last life, he was not short of small money; in this life, he would not have to worry about food and drink for the time being. The last "Karen" also saved himself 6,000 rupees of private money.

"OK."

The man took out all the money in the wallet, put away the empty wallet, and took a thick stack of money and handed it to Karen.

this thickness,

this weight,

Uncle Mason stared right beside him.

Um,

Karen, who had not been moved by Xiao Qian before, now has her eyes a little straight.

This large pile of money, at least 20,000 rupees, is only a lot!

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Karen said, "You've given... a lot."

"Not much, this is your psychological consultation fee, the psychological service you gave me is worth the price, no, you gave me back Linda, and this amount of money can't even reward you for your great help to me!

But this time, I only had time to temporarily go to the bank to withdraw the cash, I knew I should withdraw more..."

"No no no, enough is enough, enough is enough." Karen hurriedly comforted him.

"I... I don't have a business card. My name is Piaget. Piaget Adams. Where is my business card, where is my business card... Do you have it? I hope to contact you to discuss it in the future."

"I do not……"

"Yes, yes."

Uncle Mason, who was on the side, immediately took out a business card of his own and delivered it, with the words "Inmerles Care Company for the Dead" printed on it.

Piaget held the business card and smiled: "I will visit you at the address on this in the future, thank you again."

said,

Piaget bowed again to Karen.

Karen, who was holding a large stack of banknotes, also immediately returned the salute.

immediately,

Piaget "held" her wife's hand and left again.

Karen counted out a thousand rupees to give to old Darcy later.

The rest of the money, Karen handed Mason.

Mason just smiled, pushed the money back, and said:

"You keep it to yourself."

"Don't you have to turn in the bus?" Karen asked.

Money is a lot of truth, but compared with life, life is definitely more important.

If you hand over this income to the public:

Hey,

Dis,

Did you see it?

Not only can I cook, I can also make money!

So please don't kill me!

"He said it all, what's your fee... Oh, the consulting fee, that's yours, just keep it, remember to keep it, or I'll take you to the bank tomorrow to open an account for you and deposit it."

"Thank you uncle."

"No thanks, no thanks." Mason stretched out his hand, drooping Karen's shoulders, and asked, "You just said to that...that Piaget, right? I heard everything you said to him. Although I listened a little bit. I don't understand, but I can feel that you have solved him very well.

Why didn't I know you could talk to people? "

The former "Karen" was autistic, how could he have a heart-to-heart with people?

"I saw it in the book, and I also learned something."

"Oh, so, after I go back, I will discuss with your aunt, then our family can expand another project, just like this time, psychological counseling or psychotherapy.

You know, those bereaved family members, they are very sad and need someone to help them. "

Oh,

Karen understood what Mason meant;

In fact, in his world in his previous life, in a high-end funeral home, there would be psychological counselors to help the relatives of the deceased and provide psychological counseling.

"Can you do this?" Mason continued. "I mean, without force."

"sure, no problem."

Karen answered bluntly, out of her professional self-confidence.

"That's great, you know, every time I see those grieving family members, I feel so distressed..." Mason clutched his chest.

"Uncle is so kind..."

"Because I know that people will be irrational in that kind of mood, and will spend more money than usual, but I don't have enough names to earn their money. When I think of this, I feel distressed."

"..." Karen.

"Really give old Darcy a thousand rupees?" Mason asked.

"Yeah." Karen nodded.

"Okay, I'll go give it to him." Mason went inside to find old Darcy with a thousand rupees.

inside glass walls,

Old Darcy used an iron hook to draw a hole in Mr. Moissan's belly.

It is then pushed into the incinerator.

When Cullen saw Mason approaching Old Darcy, Old Darcy was a little surprised at first, then laughed, and turned around deliberately to take off his hat and bow to Cullen outside the glass wall.

At this time,

Ron also wandered out and lit a cigarette to relax.

"Ron."

"Well, what's the matter, Master Karen?"

Karen took out 500 rupees and handed it to Ron.

"This money..." Ron was a little confused.

"It was given by the gentleman just now, and those who see it have a share."

"Really, thank you young master, thank you young master."

Ron is very happy to put the money in his pocket. He has no wife, he is a moonlight clan, and he even has to pay for the famine brought down last month after his monthly salary. The extra 500 rupees is enough for him Two nights of dashing in the bistro.

Karen asked:

"By the way, Ron, did the government call for Jeff's body to collect it?"

Ron was completely unprepared and replied directly:

"No, that morning we were going to Huashuiwan Sanatorium to pick up Mr. Mosang, but after passing through Mingke Street... No. 125 or No. 130, anyway, we found it frozen to death by the trash can on the street in front of us. the Jeff.

We had to send Jeff back first and then pick up Mr. Mosan, and Mr. Mason applied for the welfare bill afterwards. "

really!

What Uncle Mason said as he drove past the townhouse, in front of 128, immediately came to Karen's mind:

"However, there was a problem with her family the day before yesterday. She asked me for help, and I helped deal with it... She and her husband are looking for a new house to move..."

so,

Uncle is helping his first love home,

Dispose of a corpse!

Wait a moment,

Karen suddenly realized a problem,

That is, he "saw" some pictures on the remains of Mr. Mosan and Jeff respectively;

Mr. Mossang was obsessed with being unwilling to be cremated, which was proven true by Aunt Mary. Because of his religious beliefs, Mr. Mossang was very resistant to being cremated.

And if what you see in Mr. Moissan is true,

Then the woman I saw from Jeff, who only had a pair of legs and a face, wasn't that also... Really?

In Karen's mind, the scene on the second floor, the legs and the red high-heeled shoes that she saw when she passed by the house immediately appeared in Karen's mind!

so,

in the house of uncle's first love,

right now

there is a...

monster!