Volume 1 Chapter 058 Three Corpses
Since the door was open, I was bored, so I just walked around the house. After the Liu family incident, my third uncle disappeared and I didn't know whether he was dead or alive. I haven't touched a corpse for a long time, so I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
I really wonder if this has become an occupational disease for me. This is really not good.
Generally speaking, morgues have to take some refrigeration measures. If the conditions are poor, some ice will be moved from the ice storage to prevent the corpse from rotting and stinking due to the high temperature.
But here in Ronghua, they didn't even need ice. The Yin energy in this place was so strong that the corpse could stay here for several months without any problems.
The room was quite large, with a narrow wooden bed placed every one meter, just enough for one person to lie down. These were used to place corpses, and a quick look showed that there were at least thirty such charnel boards in the room.
But there were only three bodies, covered with white cloth, lying side by side on three adjacent morgue boards, looking deserted. This may sound a bit funny, but corpses are also afraid of loneliness.
I walked to the nearest corpse and lifted a corner of the white cloth. It was a male corpse, about 40 years old, with a blue and black face, a wide-open mouth, a pair of dead fish eyes, and dark brown residue in the nostrils, which was blood from the nasal cavity . There were obvious purple-black bruises on the neck, and it was obvious that the cause of death was suffocation.
This appearance is really not good. If the family members of the deceased come to take a look, they may not be able to sleep for several months. It seems that Ronghua really needs a makeup artist. I continued to pull the white cloth back, but I was very surprised. I couldn't see it because of the white cloth just now. Now that it was opened, I saw that the man was naked from the waist up, and his chest was pierced by a rusty iron rod. The pierced part was also strange, right at the heart.
The iron chain was tied around his body, and it was wrapped around him for more than ten times, tightly tying him and the wooden bed underneath. I leaned over and took a look, and found that the iron chain was finally fixed to two bowl-sized iron rings at the bottom. Looking elsewhere, I found that there were two such iron rings under each morgue board.
It was really strange, I had never seen this in other funeral homes. I looked carefully at the wound on the man's chest and found that the rusty iron rod was actually a large iron awl, which went straight through the man's back and came out from the back of his heart.
However, judging from the degree of muscle contraction around the wound and the distribution of bloodstains, the awl was not a fatal injury, and it seemed that it was stabbed after death. The fatal injury to this person should still be suffocation caused by the strangulation marks on his neck.
Except for the rather hideous facial expression and extremely bad complexion, the skin of other parts of the body was in good condition. It was a little swollen and dark, but there were no obvious black spots. There was a faint corpse odor, but it was not particularly strong. This was probably due to the level of yin energy in this place. It seemed that the Ronghua Funeral Home was not .
Cover the body with the white cloth again. Although this body is a little strange, I have been working with Uncle San for so long and have seen many bodies, some of which are much weirder than this one, so it is nothing special.
Then he walked to the adjacent morgue board and lifted the white cloth. This time he saw a female corpse. She was quite young, estimated to be around 25 or 26 years old, with pretty facial features, slightly high cheekbones, a white face, and black lips. Her eyes were wide open, but only the whites of her eyes were visible, and her eyeballs were not visible, making her originally pretty face look extremely weird and hideous.
The hair should have been tied with a hair tie, but now it was loose and a little messy, with hair sticking everywhere. Other than that, everything else was fine, and the skin color was better than the other male corpse.
At this moment, I felt that the person who decided to build the funeral home here was not completely foolish. The special yin environment here is really beneficial for the storage of corpses. Corpses stored in such a place are much better than those in a cold storage.
Thinking in his mind, he continued to pull the white cloth back. After just one look, he was immediately shocked. It wasn't that the other parts of the body were so scary, but the woman's lower body was not wearing pants at all.
We who work in this field, of course, have to change clothes of corpses from time to time, and we often see naked corpses, both male and female. There's nothing wrong with this, but the female corpse in front of us always looks a little strange.
I was about to put the white cloth back on when I noticed something strange about the woman. She was wearing a very loose top and her belly was bulging. It looked like she was already a few months pregnant.
This was actually a pregnant woman, so young, and I don't know how she died. One body and two lives, how pitiful. I put the white cloth back on, and I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't remember what it was. I thought about it for a while, and then I casually lifted the white cloth on the third mortuary board.
As soon as I uncovered it, I let out a soft "eh". Under the white cloth was a male corpse, about twenty years old, with a narrow forehead, sunken cheeks, very thin, and thicker lips. The color was white with a hint of bluish, but different from the usual dark black.
After completely lifting the white cloth, we saw that the man was very tall and thin, with no obvious wounds on his body. It was possible that he died of illness.
This person's face was originally a little crooked, with a pointed nose and crooked eyebrows, which made him look rather gloomy at first glance. But after I looked at him a few more times, I could see some life in him.
This man didn't look like a corpse to me. I reached out to his neck and felt it carefully, but I couldn't feel any pulse, and there was no breath from his nose. He looked like a dead person, but I felt something was wrong.
I have been around corpses since I was a kid, so I am considered an expert in this area, but this corpse was a little hard to see. I was a little skeptical, so I took out the syringe I carried with me, picked out a three-edged needle, and stabbed it into the philtrum of the corpse.
I'm used to using needles, and usually the needle goes in very quickly, as soon as I raise my hand. But this time, as soon as the needle tip broke the skin, I felt something was wrong, and before I could react, I heard a loud "Ah!" and the male corpse on the bed sat up all of a sudden.
I was so frightened that I screamed "Ah". This sudden change happened and I didn't have time to pull out the silver needle in my hand. It broke in the middle, half of which was in my hand and the other half was stuck in the philtrum of the male corpse.
A long arm came towards me, I ducked and dodged. I quickly ran, took ten steps, stepped out of the door, and then looked back.
I saw the man climb down from the bed, his face pale, standing there, staring at me blankly. I stopped running. Although this man looked eerie, judging from the reaction of the needle piercing his philtrum, he should be a living person. But if he was a living person, why did he have no pulse and no breath? Did I make a wrong diagnosis?
After this person stood up, it was discovered that he was indeed very tall and thin, like a long bamboo pole. He was dressed in all white. He stood there with a slightly hunched back and a droopy face with no expression, looking eerie.
I had one foot inside the house and one foot outside, ready to run away at any time, but since he didn't move, I didn't move either, staring at him. After a long while, I saw him yawn, then slowly turned his head, moved his lips a few times, and uttered two long drawn-out sounds: "Who...ah..."
When I heard this person talking, I stopped running and asked boldly, "Who are you?"
The man didn't speak for a long time. It was not until I couldn't help asking again that he said, "Where...are...you...from..." His voice was weak and intermittent without any ups and downs. After a pause, he continued, "...child?"
I found this man strange and felt a little scared, so I asked him, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
The man seemed to be very slow to react. After I asked him a question , he took a long time to move his lips and said, "You... are... the... ghost..."
When I heard this, I realized that this guy was quite good at making false accusations. I was about to scold him back when I heard him utter a few more words: "You...you...little...ghost..."
Damn it, this guy just gasped before he finished a sentence! Talking to this guy is unbearable! I don't care what he is, I turn around and leave, and go to other places to find out if there are any normal people in this funeral home. Oh, if I didn't need a job to support myself, I wouldn't want to waste my time in this damn place.
But after walking a few steps, I looked back and saw that the man was no longer there. He went to the morgue next door where the female corpse was placed. The white cloth had been lifted and thrown aside. I just saw him sneakily reaching out to grab the woman's leg.
