I felt like I was struck by lightning. I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a long time.
Lao He urged in confusion: "Don't be stunned!"
"Didn't you see it?"
Lao He was stunned: "What are you looking at? Push it quickly!"
Obviously, he didn't see the scene just now.
I didn't say anything, I just pushed the body into the stove with my hand.
"Buzz!"
The incinerator started operating instantly, and the pointer on the thermometer soared rapidly.
"Ugh..."
With the long exhaust sound from the chimney, I felt sad.
Lao He opened the stove door and urged, "Get ready to sweep the ashes."
However, the moment the door opened, the entire incinerator exploded!
The huge blast shattered all the windows.
Under the shattered glass in the sky, Lao He and I were like kites that had taken off their strings and flew out upside down.
At the same time, a puff of dust blew towards my face.
The sudden dust was like a flour mill exploding, filling the room with dust.
There was only a few steps between me and Lao He, and I couldn't see clearly where he was.
I climbed up with difficulty and shouted several times: "Uncle He!"
"My little girl!"
After a long time, Lao He's cursing voice floated out from the corner.
"Why did this stove explode?"
I was so dizzy now that I was bombed, and I thought, could it be that Chen Changming sent me a bomb?
The more I think about this, the more it seems true.
After all, this old bastard has no bottom line, so it's not surprising at all that he did this.
After a while, Lao He finally came to his senses, jumped to his feet and shouted.
I quickly held him down and whispered, "Shh! Don't shout."
The broken doors and windows allowed the night wind to blow in, and the dust in front of them gradually dispersed.
I turned around and saw that the incinerator had been blown to pieces.
For a moment, my heart sank to the bottom.
I blew up the stove, so the curator can't bury me alive?
Lao He staggered, slowly approached the incinerator, stuck his head in and took a look.
"Something's wrong."
I quickly walked over and asked, "Do you see the problem?"
"look."
Lao He put his hand into the stove and slammed his fingers on the wall.
He looked at the dark paste-like object in his hand, put it under his nose, and smelled it carefully.
"vomit."
I couldn't hold it back and almost vomited.
This stove has been used for so many years, and the walls of the stove are covered with accumulated body fat.
"Smell it."
Lao He was a little stunned and put the black paste directly in front of me.
A smell of oil immediately rushed into my nose.
The next second, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
This black paste does have a smell, but there is a very pungent smell mixed in it.
"Is there something wrong?"
Lao He held the black paste in one hand and asked again.
Once the human-smelting furnace starts working, it will spray a large amount of diesel to ensure complete incineration.
I instinctively asked: "Is it diesel?"
"Absolutely not!"
Lao He analyzed confidently: "Diesel will melt with the corpse and will not hang on the wall."
"This smells a bit like tung oil."
"you sure?"
Lao He wiped the dust from his face: "When I first learned my craft, I saw all kinds of oils."
He sniffed again and added with great certainty: "My nose is sharper than a dog's, I can't be wrong!"
Tung oil is mainly used to make utensils such as oil-paper umbrellas.
This thing is mainly produced in the south, and northerners basically have no use for it.
I knew that the problem must be caused by the corpse, but the corpse and the tung oil could not be connected together.
Besides, if there really was tung oil on this corpse, I would have smelled it long ago.
Tsk.
Can't figure it out.
At this time, Lao He squatted down tremblingly and dipped his hands into the ashes on the ground.
"Xiao Chenzi!"
He turned around and called me: "What did you bring me?"
"What?" I responded in confusion: "A corpse."
"Come over and see for yourself!"
I grabbed ashes on the ground and rubbed them with my hands.
The ashes feel rough and grainy to the touch.
However, the ash on my hands was extremely fine, a bit like refined flour.
I lay on the ground and took a look. The blue-white dust was mixed with some black vertical strips.
As a rural child, I am very familiar with this stuff.
This is typical plant ash!
Grass, tung oil, corpses.
I suddenly felt a slight connection, but I always felt that something was missing...
