Crazy criticism of the heroine as a god in the spirit world

Chapter 3 Something Is Not Right
I have been working as a temporary worker for four years like this.

I am 22 this year!
Because the work is very simple, my work in Yangjian for the past four years has basically been to stare at the stove and schedule various data.

It is also very simple to turn off the furnace. You only need to open the lower lifting plate of the furnace, and the ashes will be automatically placed on a shelf below, and a silk cloth will be placed on the shelf in advance.

Pull out the shelf, pull out the silk cloth, tie it up, pass it out through the transmission hole, enter the ashes collection place for the family members in front according to the number, and then lift the silk cloth into the box selected by the family members.

Of course, the rest of the work will be done by other colleagues. I just need to do the work that came out earlier.

However, under normal circumstances, after the shelf is pulled out, some relatively large bones that cannot be put into the urn by visual inspection still need to be knocked manually.

This is also an important responsibility of the boiler worker in the crematorium, and when he smashes it, he has to say: "Go all the way!"
But now this traditional awareness is not much passed on. After all, the mask is tightly worn, and it is really inconvenient to speak.

In addition, I still have a job in this underworld. Because of my position, I will go to the mourning hall every day, and I will register what I can accept.

There are also some people with strong obsessions, some wishes cannot be fulfilled for a while, and those who don't want to enter the spirit world too early will not leave until they see their own bodies cremated.

The boiler room became the last place where the undead gathered.

Under the not-so-patient guidance of the curator, I became more and more familiar with the high-end underworld mobile phone, only to slowly realize that the functions are actually quite powerful.

For example, there is also Moments in this underworld, which almost made my jaw drop when I opened it for the first time.

However, the circle of friends is indeed dead, and it may take ten days and a half months before a ghost sends a message.

For example, ten days ago, Mr. Bai, who was a chatterbox, sent a selfie. He liked to hide his red pupils and only show his white eyeballs for a headshot. It really made a handsome face.

When I was looking at Master Bai's photo on the phone and wanted to laugh, Zhang Yi walked in.

Oh, let me introduce:
Zhang Yi, male, 23 this year, one year older than me.

My father is a make-up artist at the crematorium. Because of the huge age difference between the two of us, we are basically close buddies who have played since we were young.

They are inseparable even when going to and from school. Over time, they have become like my elder brother.

He also entered the venue at the age of 19 to learn the craft from his father, and now he can be regarded as half a makeup examiner.

In this crematorium, the son inherits the father's business, and it is normal for the daughter to inherit the mother's skills.

At this time, Zhang Yi was wearing black work clothes and a black cloth hat on his head, which looked a bit like a doctor's hat, except that the doctor was blue, and their makeup examiner was black.

He walked in with a smile, "What's for dinner tonight!"

I looked at him helplessly, and glanced at him listlessly.

He casually took a small hammer and hit the ashes on the shelf three times and five times.

I glanced behind me, saw that there were still four or five burning stoves, and sighed: "There are still so many things to do!"

He whistled in his mouth, put back the black mask hanging on his ears and said:

"I'll help you, it's done in two strokes!"

As he spoke, he picked up the small hammer next to him and began to smash it.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll take a shower!" I listlessly dropped the hammer in my hand and walked towards the bathroom next to the stove.

Speaking of the bathroom next to the furnace room, it is a traditional item in the boiler room. It was debated for a while whether it should be kept or not.

In the end it was kept.

First, it is safe and environmentally friendly. The water pipe next to it passes through the burning incinerator. The heat energy is inexhaustible, and it can keep the fire warm for a long time. As long as the furnace is burning, there will be hot water.

Second, this is indeed practical, because usually you work in the furnace room for a day, and you will have ashes all over your face, nose, and nose. This is unavoidable, even if you wear ten layers of masks.

Third, it also has a deep meaning. This water and fire, one yin and one yang, the living and the dead are naked, the dead roll in the fire, and the living pass through the water, which is a bit like reincarnation.

Therefore, after a decision in the field, the bathroom next to the stove has been kept.

In short, I am quite used to taking a bath by the stove, because it is warm and if I go out from here without washing, I really dare not see people.

When I finished washing and went out, I saw Zhang Yi standing by himself with his hands in his hands.

"You're done!" I looked around.

"Of course, how efficient I am!" His handsome smile like a sunny boy overflowed on his pretty face.

I can't help but feel a little pity, what a handsome guy, after doing this job, where can I find a wife in the future?

But this matter, I guess Zhang Yi also thought about it for me.

The two of us looked at each other, and we both gave each other a look of sympathy, but there seemed to be no other meanings in the sympathy.

He naturally put his hands on my shoulders, like he was embracing a brother: "Go, accompany me to finish the last order and go to dinner!"

"What time is it, why do you still have business!" I was a little impatient, I just finished taking a shower, so I didn't want to go to the makeup room with him again.

"Oh, go, go, my dad just called me and asked me to help!"

I was stacked out of the furnace room while he was talking. I glanced back and saw that there were still two furnaces that seemed to be finished in two hours, so I went to have a look, anyway, they were idle.

I took another look at the curator who was lying on the table and licking his hair leisurely, and gave him a look.

"Curator!..." I called out its name the moment I was pushed out.

But I didn't even hear the sound of a fart.

Pulled by Zhang Yi to the door of the makeup examination room, all the way were colleagues who had been watching for 20 years.

There are friends who have grown up together, and colleagues from the older generation who have watched us grow up together.

I seem to be used to seeing Zhang Yi and I fighting and scolding!

As soon as he pushed the dressing room away, he saw Zhang Yi's father, Uncle Zhang, sitting seriously in front of a dead body.

He has sharp eyebrows, and his eyes are not very big, but they reveal a strict and focused light, which will make you think that he must not be an idler.

It was written on his face: Strangers do not enter!
He went on with his business, and seemed accustomed to the presence of both of us.

Since the two of us have nothing to do since we were able to walk, we have been running in this room all day to watch him make up the dead. Some strange corpses can also be restored to their appearance through various manipulations by him.

He has always told us that funeral makeup is a very serious matter!

Because he said that when he was doing this, his hands were not his own, but belonged to the dead, and the dead was holding his hands to complete the work!

But as soon as I entered the door, I realized that something was wrong with today's corpse!

(End of this chapter)