Chapter 27: The Face Painting Slowly Aging

I rushed out of the room. I wanted to find Yinyan, but I didn't go in the end. If I went to find her, she would get angry with me if she knew that I took Mao Xiaoli's face painting. So the solution to the problem still had to be to find Mao Xiaoyan, this woman.

This weird woman really scared me. Their reminder was right. If I come into contact with this woman, I will get into trouble.

I went to the Shui Yifang community where Mao Xiaoli lived.

I knocked on the door and Mao Xiaoli opened it.

"That face painting..."

"I've prepared this for you. Go back and gently apply it on your face painting, and everything will be fine."

"Mao Xiaoli, what on earth are you going to do?"

"Nothing. That face painting recognizes its owner. It has identified you. Even if you take it back, it will be useless. If you destroy it, you will be in big trouble. The person closest to you will die, die..."

Mao Xiaoli's face is a little deformed.

The bottle was black, and you couldn't tell what was inside. There was also a small brush, very delicate. I took it back and sat there, the face painting getting older and older. I hesitated, but finally opened the bottle. The smell of blood was so nauseating that I almost vomited. It was blood.

This was something I didn't expect. It should be Mao Xiaoli's blood. Her family has the habit of bloodletting.

I lit a cigarette, calmed down, picked up the brush, and painted the face. Mao Xiaoli told me to only paint the face part.

I've never painted so carefully before. It was like putting on makeup, little by little, I stood there and painted. When I finished, I looked at the clock and it was already midnight. There was always a temptation, but after I finished, I felt scared.

In the morning, I got up and prepared to go to work. I looked up at the face painting and almost screamed. I returned to my eighteen or nineteen-year-old appearance and smiled. Damn it, what evil thing is Mao Xiaoli doing?

I ran out and it took me a long time to calm down. I got in the car and drove to the crematorium. I went into the office, sat down, and lit a cigarette. I found that I was smoking more and more.

I entered the morgue and glanced at the display screen. There were quite a few jobs today, twenty-one in total. This was the peak period for the death of old ladies and old men, and the winter had prevented them from getting through.

Yinyan came in.

"Swallow, don't go into the morgue unless necessary."

"I'll accompany you."

"No need, just go home and wait for me. I'll be there after get off work."

Yinyan is still with me. Today I felt something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

It was the last one. Yinyan went out to the bathroom, and I heard someone calling my name again. I was in a single room and had just carried the body onto the body transporter. I shuddered, pulled the white cloth and covered it.

When I wanted to go out, I saw a door on the east wall of the single room. I was stunned. I remembered that there was no door in this single room. No single room had a door. It was just a curtain blocking the door. I was stunned and stared at the door. It was no different from other doors. It was the same.

I stood there in a daze, and actually walked towards the door step by step. I couldn't control myself. I thought something bad was going to happen. I knew it was going to happen, but I still walked forward step by step.

"stop."

Yinyan suddenly appeared. I still didn't stop, so she rushed over and grabbed me.

"That door doesn't exist."

I clearly saw it, how could it not exist?

After Yinyan finished shouting, the door actually disappeared. I was stunned and came to my senses. I sat down on the freezer with a fart.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid."

We went out and took the last of the deceased to the farewell hall.

After work, I changed my clothes and came out, and Yinyan was already in the car.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just an illusion."

I know, it’s not that simple. It seems that this matter is still very troublesome.

Yinyan suddenly received a call.

"I have something to do. You drive yourself home and get some sleep."

Yinyan drove away in her own car. She didn't tell me what happened and I didn't want to ask more.

I drove out of the crematorium and headed towards Master Zhou's place.

When we arrived at Master Zhou's house, Zhang Xiaoxue was cooking. When she saw me, she ran out and took my hand.

"Brother Mingzhe, come in quickly."

When I went in, Master Zhou was drinking tea and watching TV.

"Hello, Master Zhou."

"Call me grandma from now on."

"Hello, grandma."

I sat down.

"You look pale, did something happen?"

I hesitated for a moment and then said it. Master Zhou actually stood up and then sat down again.

"Xiaozhe, what's wrong with you? You always encounter these strange things. People with all the yin are a bit too evil."

"I don't know either. What's going on with that door?"

"Ghost seduction, temptation, others can't see it, but you can see it."

"Ghost seduction?"

"You've gotten into trouble with something unclean, or rather, you owe them something?"

I was just wondering, how is this possible?

"what to do?"

"Just don't go in."

"But when that door appeared, I couldn't control myself. If it weren't for Yan Zi, I would have gone in. What would have happened if I had gone in?"

Master Zhou said.

"You must not go in."

"but……"

Master Zhou didn't give me an answer that day. After dinner and chatting about other things, I went home. Sitting at home, the face painting looked hairy, so I found a piece of cloth to cover it.

In the middle of the night, I heard a crying sound, a girl's crying. I recognized it immediately as the one with the face painting. I was very curious and came out to pull off the cloth covering her face.

"Why are you crying? What do I owe you?"

Lian Huaer actually smiled. I closed my eyes and had a bad feeling. I actually fell in love with her a little.

When I woke up in the morning, the face painting was still smiling. I didn't want to hide it anymore. You can smile as much as you want. I cooked some noodles. After eating, I sat there watching TV. I thought about the ghost temptation. What kind of temptation is that? Is there no one who can resist it?

Master Shen called me and asked me to work a shift tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Of course, there is no problem with that.

But what I am curious about is what kind of temptation this ghost temptation should be.

I actually heard laughter, "Hehehe", and I almost threw the teacup in my hand. Damn it, I can't do this.

That was the sound of the face laughing.

I thought, my mother escaped, and my father Ke Zuo encountered so many strange things. He never told me when he was alive. He just told me that the crematorium was a place I couldn't get rid of. He always said so. Now I understand that my mother's escape may be related to more strange things, and it is not entirely because of the smell of death on my father. That was just an excuse. The thread has been laid open, and what should be pulled out is a tangled mess.

I don’t know how to solve this problem. It seems I have to talk to Yinyan, otherwise I will be in big trouble.

I called Yinyan and she said she was out of town and would be home in an hour. She asked me to prepare some food.

I went to the market to buy vegetables and unexpectedly saw Mao Xiaoli. She was smiling at me strangely and was wearing mourning white. Oh my god, I actually met her here. I wanted to go over to her, but she turned and left. The smile she gave me when she turned back was the strangest smile in the history.

I got home and found my wallet was gone. I was so angry.

Cooking, preparing meals, everything is ready, Yinyan is back.

"Where have you been?"

I'm a little angry.

"Sorry, I went to see a classmate. Nothing much, just chatting. She's a female classmate."

I didn't know what to ask anymore. I was just very angry because there were many things about Yinyan that I didn't know, and some things were even hidden from me.

When Yinyan saw the face painting, she jumped up, looked at me blankly, and then got angry.

"What do you want Mao Xiaoli's things for?"

"It was given to me. I regretted it and wanted to send it back, but I can't."

"Xiao Zuo, you're amazing! I told you not to have any contact with Mao Xiaoli, but you actually wanted her things."

I told her what happened and Yinyan shook her head.

"I'm in trouble."

"That's for sure. You're in a lot of trouble."

I didn't say anything else. After dinner, Yinyan said she had something to do and left. I was too lazy to ask any more questions. That was it. There was a problem in the relationship between Yinyan and I. We couldn't communicate. I thought, but Yinyan didn't want to think about it at all. She was in her own world, and I couldn't get in at all.

I have to work two days in a row, which I don't want to do. However, I have to do this. Master Shen is a good person, even between colleagues, please, I can't refuse this.

But I came here because I was worried. I was really scared. What if the voice calling me didn't come out again, or if I saw the door again? What if the ghost came out again?

I went into the morgue and took a look. There were two dead bodies in a single room, which was exactly what I liked. But there was nothing I could do.

I pushed the bodies into the farewell hall one by one according to the order.

Finally, it was the turn of the two people in the single room. Normally, they would be at the front of the line. But today was a strange day. I entered a single room, but unexpectedly, the director came in.

"Xiao Ke, this person from Baihua Hall is my friend's child."

The director was followed by a man in his fifties, listless and with a dull look in his eyes. I nodded. They were gone. The director's arrangement was to provide psychological comfort to the families. Everyone who works here has a deep respect for the deceased. Whether it's said or not, we all do the same. There's absolutely no disrespect or inadequacy. This is a virtue we must uphold. The master told me this on my first day.

I entered the Baihua Hall, opened the freezer, and gently lifted the white cloth. It turned out to be a girl in her twenties. The makeup artist had already done her makeup. I didn't expect her to be so young. I couldn't tell how she died.

I carried him onto the hearse and gently covered him with a white cloth.

"Have a safe journey."

I pushed it out, but the door I was worried about didn't appear. I sent it to the farewell hall, and then to the transport platform after I was done. Only the last dead person was left.

I went back to Changqing Hall, walking slowly, always feeling that something would go wrong at this moment.

I entered the Changqing Hall and there was a breeze that blew the curtains. Actually, it was normal, but this time it was very strong and the curtains were blown very high, and I started sweating.

I stood in the corner for a while, watching, but didn't notice anything unusual. I walked over to the freezer and opened the lid. When I tried to lift the sheet, it slid down on its own. That couldn't have happened unless someone had pulled it. I actually saw the deceased's hand pulling at the sheet. Holy crap! I jumped to the corner. I'd never encountered anything like this before. The door didn't open, but this happened. It seemed like I was really unlucky.

I leaned against the wall and watched the following movements.

The dead man's hand was actually raised up. He was an old man with dry hands. He stretched it out, trying to grab something. I was completely stunned. My mind went blank and I didn't even know I ran away.

When I recovered, I heard a cry.

"Save me."

I almost died and knelt down, don't play with me like this.

I ran as fast as I could and rushed into the director's office.

"Director..."

I'm speechless.

"What's wrong? What's all the fuss?"

"Director, he's alive..."

The director was stunned for a moment, then understood what I meant.

The manager stood up and walked away, and I followed closely behind him.

"Director, are you going to call some people?"

"What for? No one can know about this."