These uncles are all elderly, and they are all ordinary people. For three thousand yuan, they took huge risks to catch living corpses with me. But now the big head has to be taken away by me alone. In Director Zhao’s opinion, it is possible It is a matter of course, but for me, this is really unacceptable.
"Ni, what do you think?"
I turned to Lonnie and asked.
"Xiao Chengzi, after all this time, when have we ever done anything for money? I believe you will make the right choice."
"Um,"
I nodded, turned to Director Zhao and said, "You should divide this money equally and give it to the workers. It will be regarded as their labor expenses this time, so I won't take it."
Director Zhao was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he was doing and couldn't help praising me: "Mr. Cheng is so noble and upright, I really admire him..."
"Director Zhao, I hope this money can actually fall into the hands of those workers. If I know that someone is lining their own pockets, then don't blame me for not telling the ugly story first!"
I did not respond to Director Zhao's compliment, but said to him in a deep voice.
Under my gaze, Director Zhao was so frightened that he trembled and said quickly: "No, I don't dare!"
"Mr. Cheng, don't worry, I will act fairly and send this money to every worker!"
Director Zhao has worked in a funeral parlor for many years and is well aware of the methods of those of us in the yin and yang world, so he naturally does not dare to offend me. I am convinced that he does not dare to deceive, so I feel relieved.
"Mr. Cheng, if you need anything else, just ask."
Director Zhao swallowed and asked me cautiously.
I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized the original purpose of coming to the funeral home.
"Where's Zhang Quan? Call him over. I have something to do with him."
"Okay, I'll go find it right away!"
Director Zhao responded, turned to the door and shouted: "Zhang Quan, Zhang Quan!"
Soon, Zhang Quan ran over from the staff dormitory, bowed his head and said: "Director, do you have anything to do with me?"
"You kid, everyone was looking for living corpses just now, where did you go?"
Director Zhao looked at him coldly and asked.
"Well, I, I was too sleepy just now, so I went back to the dormitory to take a nap. I don't know what happened outside!"
Zhang Quan scratched his head and said with a puzzled expression.
I could tell at a glance that this guy must have deserted just now to avoid looking for living corpses.
But I was too lazy to expose him and asked directly: "Zhang Quan, you said before that Wang Yating's ashes are still stored in the funeral parlor, right?"
"Oh, yes."
Zhang Quan saw that I didn't bother with this issue, so he quickly said: "After Wang Yating's body was cremated, her family never came to collect it, and the ashes are still in the storage place."
I said directly: "Okay, please take me there."
Zhang Quan was stunned for a moment, but under Director Zhao's stern eyes, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he nodded, and then led Lonnie and me to the ashes storage place.
The ashes storage room is in a side room in the backyard. When we walked in, we found dozens of jars placed side by side inside. Many of the lids were covered with a thick layer of dust. They had obviously been placed here for a long time.
"We cremate hundreds of corpses here every day, and many corpses are unclaimed, so after the cremation, we store the ashes here, and some of them have been for more than ten years."
Seeing the puzzled expression on my face, Zhang Quan opened his mouth to explain.
"Okay, where are Wang Yating's ashes placed? Please help find out."
Zhang Quan responded, walked over, rummaged through dozens of jars, and soon came over with a dark gray jar in his arms.
"This is it."
Zhang Quan patted the gray jar and said to me.
"Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
Although these jars are exactly the same, Zhang Quan found Wang Yating's ashes altar so quickly, which made me a little confused.
"Mr. Cheng, there are photos and names under this jar. They are easy to find."
Zhang Quan pointed to the bottom of the jar and said.
Only then did I notice that there was a photo printed near the bottom of the jar with Wang Yating's name written on it, but the jar had been facing away from me just now, so I didn't see it.
I have to say that Wang Yating is indeed a school belle-level beauty. In the photo, Wang Yating is unparalleled in beauty. She is tilting her head and showing a bright smile.
Such a stunningly beautiful lady died in such a fragrant manner, which can't help but be deeply lamented.
"Mr. Cheng, what should we do next?"
Zhang Quan asked me while holding the jar.
"Open the jar and pour out the ashes."
I ordered Zhang Quan.
"ah?"
Zhang Quan was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was full of confusion and confusion.
As everyone knows, I naturally have my own reasons for doing this.
Zhang Quan's encounter with the supernatural incident began with the collection of Wang Yating's body. After that, his girlfriend and colleagues died one after another, which was also inseparable from the Wang Yating incident.
Even the living corpse I just solved was a scam because it was stored in the same refrigerator as Wang Yating's corpse.
It can be seen that the root of everything lies in Wang Yating.
Although Wang Yating's body has been cremated, her ashes are still there after all. From this, some clues may be found.
"Don't ask so many questions. If you want to save your own life, just do as I say!"
I was too lazy to explain too much, so I just said to Zhang Quan coldly.
Although Zhang Quan was afraid, he did it for his own life. All he could do was grit his teeth, open the lid, and slowly pour out Wang Yating's ashes.
Generally speaking, because women are smaller in stature, the ashes after the body is burned are about half less than those of men. After all Wang Yating's ashes were dumped out, they covered the entire ground. Looking down, they were covered in white flowers.
"Have you ever noticed any abnormalities during the cremation and collecting the ashes?"
After Zhang Quan finished pouring, I continued to ask him.
"This, there's nothing unusual about it."
Zhang Quan thought about it for a while and then answered truthfully.
"It's just that during the burning process, there was indeed a creaking sound. Through the observation window, I also saw that Ya Ting's body seemed to be constantly twisting..."
When I heard this, I was a little puzzled: "The corpse was twisted in the incinerator. Is this normal?"
"Mr. Cheng, you don't understand that most of the corpse is filled with water. When burned at high temperatures, water will be lost rapidly, resulting in an imbalance of internal and external pressure. Sometimes the corpse will twist and make noises."
Zhang Quan quickly explained.
"As for collecting the ashes, I was too sad at the time, so I just used a shovel to put all the ashes into the urn without looking at it carefully."
I thought for a few seconds and then told him: "Okay, now go find a fire stick."
