False evidence

Chapter 401 Funeral
Few people have actually witnessed the cremation process, but I did.

Not only did I see it, but I also witnessed an even more shocking and terrifying scene.

Jiang Baohan's body was sent into the crematorium along the track. The moment the furnace door closed, Zhai Yutian and I saw at the same time that the corpse actually sat up again!
The furnace door was completely closed, and we could no longer see what was happening inside. But the instant Zhai Yutian pressed the button, we all heard a muffled yet long scream coming from inside the crematorium!
The sound was like someone enduring extreme pain, but having their mouth and nose covered.

After the sound disappeared, it took me quite a while before I turned my stiff neck and looked at Zhai Yutian.

Although Zhai Yutian was wearing a mask, his face was still noticeably pale.

She and I looked at each other for a while, then she looked pleadingly at the white-browed old man who was still standing there.

The old man walked over slowly, looked at several indicator gauges on the side of the furnace that I couldn't understand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Alright, the matter is settled."

Then she turned to me and said, "My name is Song Gui. I'll have Xiao Tian give you my phone number later. If anything like this happens again, just contact me directly. Try not to contact Xiao Tian anymore. If you really scare her, we'll be even more short of workers."

The old man waved his hand. "Alright, go outside and wait to collect your ashes."

After changing my clothes and coming to the front, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only then that Zhai Yutian told me that Song Gui had been working in cremation here for nearly thirty years. His position in the organization was second only to the curator.

The truth is, because the subjects of our work are the dead, and the relationships and emotions between the deceased and the living are different...

It is said that in the early years when the management system was not so strict, Song Gui would do some special things at the request of the deceased's family.

Zhai Yutian said that the previous accounts of Song Gui were just rumors. According to Zhai Yutian's understanding, he was just an old man living alone and didn't talk much.

However, there are two points. First, the way he looks at women is rather improper, which is probably because Song Gui never married in his life.

Also, Song Gui is a money-grubber.

He seemed very greedy. Occasionally, someone would leave a few cents on the ground, and while others wouldn't bother to bend down, he would pick it up as if it were a treasure, carefully wiping it clean before putting it away.

I managed to recover from what had just happened and forced a dry laugh, saying:

"Wouldn't that be considered a violation of regulations? Did you bribe him? Was it through seduction or money?"

As Zhai Yutian's eyes darted around, she suddenly wrapped her arms around one of my arms, her rosy lips almost touching my ear, and whispered in a sweet, fragrant breath:
"He's my godfather, but not the kind you're thinking of. I don't need to bribe him; I just told him that if I help you this time, you'll sleep with me. Hey, I've taken care of the job for you, when are you going to 'pay up'?"

I turned to her, and our lips met but were no more than an inch apart. "We met too late, and there's no turning back now."

Zhai Yutian suddenly pushed me away, glanced at me sideways and said, "Look at how smug you are, you're like a dung beetle wearing a mask—shameless!"

Then he pointed to a door to the side: "Collect the ashes over there."

"Thank you so much this time."

I said it sincerely, bowed slightly to her, and turned to walk towards the ash collection room.

She suddenly grabbed my hand again, looked straight ahead, and said, "What's the use of just saying thank you? Let's get practical. I saw online that a new Japanese restaurant recently opened in the city, and they have a new menu—Nyotaimori (female body sushi). You've probably heard of it, right? It's where they use a naked woman as a plate, serving up all sorts of sashimi and side dishes. I checked, and it's damn expensive! If you're really interested, how about you treat me to a meal there? I won't just eat for free; you treat me to something delicious, and I'll give you a live demonstration of how to meticulously handle every part of the 'corpse'!"

I thought about it very 'seriously', then shook my head vigorously, rubbing my cheeks.

Zhai Yutian glanced at me sideways and said, "What? Pretending to be a saint?"

I shook my head again: "My acting skills are okay, but I'm afraid that halfway through the meal, my 'brother'—that hothead—won't be able to resist flipping the table."

"Hey, do you think you're Archimedes? Give you a fulcrum and you can lift the Earth?"

As Zhai Yutian spoke, he glanced down at the ground.

I realized I should stop now, so I smiled and said:
"If I were really your boyfriend, and you heard me saying this to another woman, wouldn't you slap me across the face?"

"Tch!" Zhai Yutian shook me off. "Hurry up and move out!" I said, "I really didn't understand that."

Zhai Yutian winked at me, then raised his voice and said fiercely, "Dung beetles moving house—get lost! Get out of here, you dung beetles!"

"Haha, my wife's nickname is Century Egg. I'll introduce you to her another day. I'll give her a couple of pushes in front of you as a token of my appreciation."

……

After collecting the ashes, Meng Chao drove the group directly to Shuangshan Cemetery.

According to the contract left by Jiang Baohan, the staff of the cemetery were contacted and the burial plot that Jiang Baohan had purchased for himself was found.

We also signed an agreement that we would handle all matters ourselves, provided we did not violate the cemetery's regulations.

"Heh, so all those ancestors built huge tombs and burial sites for people for generations, and all they got in return was this small piece of land."

Xiao Shen San walked around in front of the empty tomb with his hands behind his back, looking around. "The size is alright, but I still prefer a detached house with its own courtyard."

Meng Chao laughed heartily: "Isn't it a bit too early for you to be thinking about this now?"

As they were talking, four men who looked like migrant workers carried a tombstone to the front of the room.

Xiao Shen stepped forward, said a few words to the other party, then turned back and gestured to me with his chin: "Give me the money!"

I asked about the amount and gave each of the four men who carried the tombstone 166 yuan. I also gave the leader a separate red envelope to help them erect the tombstone.

No one knows how Xiao Shen managed to pull some strings, but in just half a day, the newly carved tombstone not only had the name and birth and death dates exactly the same as those handwritten by Jiang Baohan, but even the epitaph written in smaller characters below was identical to Jiang Baohan's own handwriting.

After the tomb-bearers left, Xiao Shen San looked at the sky, turned around and walked a few steps away, then turned back and said:
"The time has come, let Yin Yangsheng take charge!"

That's what he said, but it sounded extremely strange to me.

Because the Yin-Yang Sheng who met the conditions he described was actually Eunuch Sun!
I had a brief conversation with Eunuch Sun before, and he was quite forthcoming this time.

As soon as I called, it appeared.

However, at this moment, Eunuch Sun's attire almost made me trip.

I remember when I was in Tong Xiangnan's ward, the people who were with me appeared one after another to 'introduce themselves'. Eunuch Sun complained that his clothes were out of place with modern people.

I suddenly had a whim and asked the monkey to help him get some clothes.

As a result, the monkey, for some unknown reason, burned his leather coat.

Now, Eunuch Sun has reappeared, dressed in a leather jacket and trousers... his long hair flowing freely...

I suspect that if you gave him a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, he could sing rock and roll and head straight to the no-man's-land in the north.

Having communicated beforehand, Eunuch Sun knew what he was supposed to do. Without any unnecessary words, he simply exchanged a few words with me, then stood aside and, in a high-pitched, affected manner, announced:

"Now, Mr. Jiang Baohan has passed away peacefully in his old age. With no young children at home, he is now a trusted aide! Money paves his way, may he have a safe journey!"

Seeing Xiao Shen wink at me, I quickly grabbed a handful of joss paper from my pocket and threw it into the air.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the joss paper scattered everywhere.

I was staring in disbelief when someone shoved a piece of joss paper in front of my eyes and shouted in a shrill, hysterical voice:

"Jiang Baohan! What you owe me, you should repay to my descendants!"

(End of this chapter)