Volume 1 Chapter 069 Night Eyes
After Yan Zi saw what was in the box, her face turned pale: "Why does this snake have a human head? Is it from this woman's belly?"
The skinny guy nodded and said, "Yes...yes..." He was quite good. No matter what happened, he always spoke in the same tone without any emotion at all.
I took a closer look and saw that the baby snake was lying in the box with its head drooping, but the area on its forehead that looked like its eyes trembled slightly from time to time, so it was obviously still alive.
"This thing is still alive." I was very curious. This woman had been dead for more than three days, but the fetus in her belly was still alive. It was really weird.
Ma Laodao said: "Has anyone seen something like this?" Turning his eyes, Yan Zi, the muscle man and Heimao all shook their heads. The thin bamboo pole didn't move, but after a long while, he also shook his head. He was just a little slow.
I also shook my head. Where had I ever seen this ghost thing with a human head and a snake body?
Ma Laodao said: "I haven't seen it either. I asked you to come here to discuss how to deal with it."
I took another look at the monster and thought to myself that this thing was really hard to deal with. If I were to take this thing out and give it to the family of the deceased, it would scare them to death.
Yan Zi was the first to speak, saying, "What are you thinking? This thing is obviously not a good thing. Let the dead dwarf take it and cremate it!"
The black-haired man rolled his eyes and sneered, "Go ahead if you want! This woman is a spirit medium. The snake fetus in her belly is obviously a bastard from the snake she used as a spirit medium. If we burn it, what if the snake comes looking for us?"
What Heimao said was not unreasonable. According to legend, those who could choose incense boys to become exorcists were not ordinary people. They were old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years. For example, the green python was probably not someone to be trifled with.
Ma Laoda glanced at the muscular man and said, "Old Four, what do you think?"
The muscular man scratched his head, smiled innocently, and said, "I can't make up my mind either."
Boss Ma asked me again, and this time I supported Heimao's opinion. Heimao looked at me and said with a smile: "You little brat do have some ideas."
In this way, Boss Ma finally decided to keep the thing for a month. If the snake did not appear within a month, he would burn it to avoid leaving behind any trouble.
Afterwards, I asked Lao Liu to replace the cage with an iron cage with gaps that would allow air to pass through but not be big enough for the creature to escape, so as to avoid suffocating it.
After the matter was settled, Boss Ma patted me on the shoulder and said, "From now on, you will be the seventh brother. You should know everyone here."
I calculated in my mind that this Ma Laozi is naturally the eldest, the white-haired woman in the corpse dressing room they all call Second Sister, so she should be the second, Heimao is the third, Yan Zi called the muscular man "Fourth Brother", so he is the fourth, Yan Zi is the fifth, and the skinny bamboo pole is the sixth.
I was the last one to arrive and the youngest, so naturally I was the seventh.
Yan Zi hugged my head and pressed it against her bulging chest, saying with a smile: "Xiao Qi, come and call me Fifth Sister!"
My face was buried in it, so I couldn't make any sound. I could only make a few "mmm" sounds.
Boss Ma ordered, "Xiao Qi, sew up this woman's body, put some makeup on her, and tidy up her appearance."
I finally managed to break free from Yan Zi's arms and agreed, "Okay." Makeup for corpses, is this my job? I thought of something and asked again, whether I could work during the day and go home at night.
Boss Ma said: "Our funeral home only stipulates that we are not allowed to accept business during the day, but we don't stipulate that we can't work during the day. As long as you finish the work, you can work at any time."
I felt relieved after hearing his words. Heimao yawned and said he wanted to go back and sleep for a while. Yanzi also said it was too early and she was exhausted. Ma Laoda went to the front while talking with the muscular man. Shouzhugan carried the iron box that contained the strange snake back to the morgue.
I brought over the shroud, covered the female corpse with it, and pushed the wooden bed to the dressing room.
The corpse dressing room was under two large mulberry trees, with mottled shade. The door was still ajar, but I didn't dare to push the door open casually. I called out softly at the door first.
"Second sister, are you there?" As soon as I said "Second sister", I felt goose bumps all over my body. Although this woman's age cannot be seen, she must be at least in her forties. I am a little kid, but I have to call her "Second sister", which is really awkward. But according to the rules here, everyone addresses each other as peers. I am the seventh child here, so naturally I have to call her "Second sister".
No one answered, so I called out again. After a long while, I heard someone inside say, "Come in."
The voice was very soft, but I was listening attentively, so I still heard it. I immediately answered, pushed open the door, and pushed the body inside.
The room was pitch black. I found that the people in the funeral home seemed to like dark environments. The thin mortuary, the dressing room for my second sister, and the room where Yan Zi was kept all had no windows. I don't know if the house was built like this when it was first built, or if they changed it to this way later.
The woman was still lying on her recliner, and only her back could be seen. I guessed that according to the temperament of this group of people, the woman was also sleeping at this time. This was different for everyone. The skinny guy liked to sleep on the morgue board, Yan Zi liked to sleep on the coffin, and the second sister liked to sleep on the rattan chair. I wonder what the boss, the muscular man, and the black-haired man like.
"Second sister, let me sew up and put makeup on this female corpse."
After waiting quietly for a while, I heard the woman weakly ask, "What's this woman's name?"
I really don’t know about this, and I forgot to ask just now.
"Before you make up a corpse next time, remember his name. This woman's name is Zhang Huifang."
I quickly agreed.
The woman said, "Go work over there, just don't make too much noise."
I nodded in response and carefully pushed the body towards where she pointed. Corpse makeup is a very quiet job, so there won't be any big noise.
I put down my bag and found a pair of corpse-wrapping gloves on the shelf. I was ready and just as I was about to start, I found myself in trouble. The room was pitch black. When I was giving the acupuncture to the beheaded male corpse yesterday, it was not so bad because I was near the door and some light could shine in from outside.
But I was already at the back of the room, and it was pitch black. Even if I opened my eyes wide, I could only vaguely see the outlines of many things. I could only ask the woman, "Second sister, will it bother you if I turn on the light?"
I was relieved when the woman said "whatever you want", but after looking around, I found that there was no light in the room! Whether it was sewing up a corpse or applying makeup, it was a very delicate job. It was dark and I couldn't do anything.
I was probably walking around and making some noise, so the woman heard me and asked, "What's going on ?"
I had no choice but to tell the truth, saying that the room was too dark and I couldn't work.
The woman asked, "You've never opened your night vision?"
This is the second time I have heard of this "Night Eye". The first time was in the ancient tomb of Southern Xinjiang, from Qingzi. I said I didn't have it, and then asked, "What is Night Eye?"
The woman didn't answer, but said, "Then push the body to the door."
I said "Oh" and agreed, pushed the body to the door, looked at the woman, and saw that she was still lying there, not even the slightest change in her posture. I murmured in my heart, uncovered the shroud, and started to work.
The upper body of the woman was well preserved, and the cut on her stomach was easy to suture. It was just the wound on her lower body that was a bit troublesome. It was simply horrible. I wonder how much pain this woman endured before she died.
After about two hours, the general stitching and repairing process was finally completed. With a sigh of relief, she put the shroud back on the body and prepared to go out and ask Yan Zi if she had prepared clothes for Zhang Huifang. After that, she cleaned , changed its clothes, and put on makeup. Only then was the work done.
Just as he was about to push the body back into the corner, he heard a rustling sound. It turned out that the woman moved in the wicker chair and stretched out a hand wearing a green woolen glove.
