My name is Chen Qi, I am 22 years old and I am a corpse carrier in a funeral home.
The funeral parlor is quite a sinister place, and those who can do it have more or less unobtrusive jobs.
like me.
In addition to being a corpse-carrying worker, I am also an unfashionable northern yin-yang man.
This business is a mixed bag, filled with scammers.
After so many years, I only made a certain amount of money, which became a stumbling block for scammers to make a fortune, so much so that they wanted to kill me alive.
The leader of these scammers is called Chen Changming, who is my biological father.
However, he concealed himself very well and was even called Chen Banxian.
In the morning, I went to work as usual. Before I changed my clothes, I heard Lao Li's broken gong voice howling.
"Master Chen, come out to pick up Mr. Da!"
When I heard this, I felt excited all over.
'Sir' is the honorific title we give to corpses, and Mr. Big refers to a person who died unexpectedly.
Meeting this master so early in the morning is not a good sign.
The funeral home's car was parked at the gate. Far away, I saw a red and green paper coffin.
Damn it, are all the embroidered paper coffins used? It’s a lot of trouble!
Lao Li held his cigarette in his mouth sideways and held the paper coffin: "The shade shed is not big enough, and we can't carry it in now."
People die without seeing light, so the light-shielding shed is a rectangle, which can just cover the bed where the body is pushed. The paper coffin is just one circle larger than the bed where the body is pushed.
Lao Li crushed the cigarette butt and whispered: "You have enough experience, what do you think?"
I couldn't help but smack my teeth and said, "Just stick to the old rules, 200 yuan."
This is called "Sir doesn't come in". The corpse-carrying worker is forcing the husband to come in. If this happens, the corpse-carrying worker can ask for more money, and the price can be determined by himself.
Lao Li tugged on my sleeve: "It's 200 yuan for a violent death?"
"It's not easy, don't extort people's money."
I was just about to carry the coffin on my back when a sudden noise sounded.
"The half-fairy is here!"
"Quickly, get out of the way."
…
Before I could speak, I was already pushed aside by the family members of the deceased.
When Chen Changming saw me here, he visibly paused at his feet, then nodded stiffly, and then picked up the paper coffin.
"Ouch."
After a moment, an exclamation came out of his mouth, and he turned to look at the family members of the deceased, stroking his goatee with one hand, and his face was quite solemn.
"The old man's journey is not going smoothly, so he cannot be carried by a living person, or his descendants will suffer a great disaster!"
Chen Changming was already famous, but at this juncture, saying such a sentence simply added fuel to the fire, and everyone was crying and asking Chen Changming to find a way.
Suddenly, a strong man squeezed out of the crowd, shouting: "Five hundred thousand, let my father go!"
As he said this, the man took out a few stacks of red bills from his handbag and threw them on the coffin: "Deposit!"
Good guy, you are generous enough!
Chen Changming couldn't take his eyes off the money, but he fixed his eyes on me, and then walked towards me casually, keeping his voice very low.
"Little brat, get away from me. If you keep messing around, I'll fucking kill you!"
I was not polite and retorted: "You cut off our livelihood before, and now you want to take my job. Isn't it too bullying?"
"What do you mean? You have to get involved?"
I laughed a few times and said nothing.
When I was nine years old, he took away all the family's money with his worn-out shoes. My mother suffered from depression and died within a few years.
The year my mother passed away, I called him countless times, but this old bastard just changed his phone number!
I was forced to borrow loan sharks and reluctantly held a funeral.
Now carrying corpses is my only income. Tomorrow is the day to pay back the money. Are you going to steal food from my mouth? This is forcing people to die!
If you want to make money, I also have to live!
Without making a sound, I reached out and took out two red tickets and waved them at the strong man.
"I want these, I'll take care of it for you."
The strong man was stunned for a moment, then shouted at the top of his lungs: "This is Chen Banxian, who are you? Can you be responsible for anything that happens?"
I have seen this kind of people a lot, and they have to be slaughtered to enjoy themselves. If they spend less money, they feel like they are suffering a loss.
"It takes seven days to resurrect your soul, right? If something happens within seven days, I will be buried with your old man!"
Lao Li pulled me hard from behind: "Did you drink fake wine?"
I didn't say anything, and whispered to the strong man: "Okay, please give me a word."
I guess the strong man also frightened me. After a while, he took back the remaining money and nodded vigorously.
I stuffed the money into my pocket and said, "Come on, let's go inside and wait."
The filial son and grandson entered the house. I carried the coffin on my back, and Lao Li pulled a piece of white linen cloth to cover me. Before I had taken a few steps, Chen Changming stood directly in front of me.
"You have to spoil my good deeds, right?"
I stared at him expressionlessly: "Listen carefully, Chen Changming. What I hate most in my life is liars! If my mother hadn't believed your lies, she wouldn't have died so early!"
Chen Changming's face turned red, and he asked with a ferocious smile: "You don't want to eat soft or hard food?"
"I'll take a hammer!"
This sentence made him tremble with anger. He pointed at me with one hand and said harshly: "Wait! You have to beg me on your fucking knees!"
Please?
I'm good at what I do, and I want to beg a liar?
