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The Yin-Yang Realm
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With Jiangcheng City and Crematorium as the foundation, there are more than twenty Funeral home of all sizes. At the age of eighteen, I worked at a place called Wang Ji Funeral Service Company.
Whether it's Crematorium or Funeral home, as long as there are no deceased family members, it's basically "keep away from strangers." Some say that the Paper effigy shop is a gathering place for spirits, the Coffin store is a playground for the dead person, and the Crematorium is the beginning of the next cycle for the dead person.
Ordinary people say that we is a place that straddles two worlds, a place of ill omen, full of speculation and fear. The truth is always hidden beneath the surface, only those who have experienced it firsthand know what the situation really is. But in my opinion, this industry is just like any other business, it's just that it's the final stage of life, and few people actively engage with it while they are alive.
Moreover, even if it's ominous here, you still have to come when you're supposed to. Biao, who arrived half a year before me, quietly asked, "Xiao Hu brother, are you afraid?" I asked him, "Afraid of what?"
He looked incredulous, "Of course it's the dead person and those dirty things, right?"
I asked Biao, "You arrived earlier than me, what have you seen?"
He looked back in horror and whispered, "I often hear people crying at night!"
I don't understand: "Isn't it normal? The first floor is the memorial hall, what's so strange about people crying while keeping watch?"
Biao stopped trying to persuade me, leaving me with the words: "You'll understand after a while."
Jiangcheng City More than 20 Funeral home, only we boss Sister Liu is a woman.
I heard that Sister Liu used to work as a professional mourner under the former boss of this company. After the boss got into some trouble, Sister Liu, who was in her early thirties, worked with him for nearly ten years and mastered the business. She eventually took over the company and started her own business.
Sister Liu is wealthy, but not everyone can do the job of a professional mourner. Not only do you have to be able to sing and act, but you also have to bring emotions and feelings to the stage, crying with deep emotion and moving the audience to tears.
Of course, no matter how moving the mourning is, it doesn't touch the person lying in the coffin, but the people who are still alive behind the deceased. It is said that Sister Hong had a shining moment when she first debuted, earning 50,000 yuan. It was when a Boss was arranging the funeral for his deceased father, and the young Sister Liu in her early twenties was mourning in front of the spirit. Boss paid a labor fee of ten thousand yuan in front of the guests and his subordinates, and also gave another ten thousand as a reward.
The matter ended, Sister Liu followed her boss's arrangement to Boss and received a reward there. Boss got excited and rewarded her with an additional thirty thousand. Now my monthly salary is only three thousand three hundred yuan. Does Sister Liu really earn money? It's easier than picking willow leaves.
Sister Liu looks like a relative of hers, named × Yan, and is said to be even more charming than × Yan. It is said that Sister Liu had a husband when she was 25, but not long after they got married, her husband suddenly died at home without any illness or disaster. This led to rumors in the community that she had a "heavy yin energy and was harmful to her husband," and she has remained single ever since. we company has a total of three floors, with the first floor consisting of a reception desk, two chapels, two lounges, and a small kitchen. A woman named Qiu, who lives nearby, cooks lunch for we every day.
The second floor consists of Uncle Ming, the supervisor's office, a meeting room, a storage room, and two small rooms for me and Biao. I'm not sure about the situation on the third floor. There is a door at the stairs leading to the third floor. Sister Liu's office is upstairs, and sometimes she stays there instead of going home. Ever since Biao mentioned hearing crying at night, I've been paying special attention.
This evening, the sky was as dark as a pot lid, and then the pouring rain came down. There was no business today, so the store manager Uncle Ming, the front desk sister Su, the makeup artist Sister Hong, the host Jie Zi, and a few workers left early. But it was tough for me and Biao Ge, as we couldn't go out to buy food.
In the middle of the night, I woke up hungry.
I got up and went to the small kitchen on the first floor. There was no leftover rice or vegetables, so I hoped to find a cucumber or tomato to fill my stomach.
But I only found two onions.
Onion is just an onion.
I peeled the onion and took a bite. It was sweet with a hint of spiciness, stimulating my tears.
I was climbing upstairs while nibbling, about to push open the door to my own little room, when suddenly I froze in place.
Crying, there really is crying!
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With a big piece of onion in my mouth, I dare not chew anymore. I tilt my ear to confirm if I misheard.
The whimpering cry continues, it's a woman, seems to be accompanied by moans.
The crying is very soft, very suppressed, in the silent dark night, it exudes endless sadness and grievance, and is also very frightening.
I swallowed the unchewed onion in my mouth with a stiff neck, and tiptoed to find where the crying was coming from.
Definitely not the first floor. I just came back from there and listened carefully at the doors of the rooms on the second floor, but there was nothing unusual. It must be the third floor. The iron door leading to the third floor is locked from the inside.
Sister Liu didn't seem to leave yesterday.
Is Sister Liu crying?
Upon closer listening, the crying was faint, and for a moment, it was also indistinguishable.
Sister Liu treats the we employees well. I want to confirm if Sister Liu is upstairs and if something has happened. Back in the room, I didn't even think about it being late at night. I picked up my phone and dialed Sister Liu's number.
The "beep beep" sound on the phone kept ringing until I was about to hang up, and finally Sister Liu answered the phone with a heavy nasal voice. " Sister Liu, didn't you go back today?" I wasn't foolish enough to ask directly if the boss had cried. "What's wrong? It rained in the evening, so I didn't go back," she said.
"Are you... are you upstairs? Is everything okay?" I carefully chose my words, afraid to mention that I heard a woman crying upstairs, fearing that it might scare her.
"I'm fine. Calling in the middle of the night, what's gotten into you, you little brat! Hang up." The call ended, and when I listened again, there didn't seem to be any crying at all.
I didn't sleep well that night. Around four in the morning, I faintly heard the sound of the rolling shutter being pushed up downstairs, then pulled back down, and finally everything returned to calm.
I feel a little crazy, pulling the blanket over my head, then dreaming of Duke Zhou. But in reality, the storefront's roller shutter was really pulled open and closed again. A tall man's figure emerged from under the door, and as he left, he glanced back upstairs. A bolt of lightning flashed, revealing a terrifying scar across the man's face.
Is he a ghost or a human? In the following days, there were daily affairs, and the deceased was parked in the funeral parlor on the first floor, with family members keeping vigil all night. Sister Liu also stayed at the shop, but I didn't hear that crying again. Sister Liu didn't blame me for calling her in the middle of the night, and I didn't dare to mention hearing someone cry, as a woman like her would be scared.
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