There are four writing desks and a couch in the office, but at the moment there is a man sitting inside, who is dark and thin with a pair of yellow glasses and looks like an African refugee. The man looks like he is in his forties with a big head and a wide and ill-fitting suit. His white sweatshirt is a little yellow at the neckline, and he looks more sloppy.
"This is Manager Zhang of our funeral home." The little security guard introduced me.
I nodded at manager Zhang and got up the courage to shake hands with him.
To my surprise, Manager Zhang didn’t show a guilty expression. He didn’t look confident, but he also felt calm. He said verbally and politely, "We are very sorry about Mr. Fan’s mother."
I also said rudely, "I didn’t come here to listen to sorry words. I wanted to watch the video and report it to the police."
Manager Zhang waved and said, "Whether to report the case or not is your freedom. I am responsible for showing you the video."
Then Manager Zhang asked the little security guard to move two chairs away from a desk and motioned for me to sit next to them and watch together.
Manager Zhang gave me a meaningful look before playing the video and then said, "Little brother should be mentally prepared."
I nodded, and he didn’t seem to be at ease, so he took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes from his pocket and handed me one to light before playing surveillance video.
Manager Zhang lit a cigarette himself and said to me, "Let’s watch it from 11: 45 last night."
The third chapter resin [the second more]
Chapter III Corpse
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The surveillance video shows a green picture, and the place where it was shot is the funeral home, which further renders the atmosphere of terror and horror.
Manager Zhang took a deep drag on his cigarette and said to me, "Don’t worry, take your time."
I cursed him in my heart and said, can I not worry? My own mother’s body has been stolen by others. It is reasonable to say that he should be transferred directly to the picture of that despicable thief. But just now, the little security guard and his words have affected me, and I have a vague sense of unknown fear. My heart is lingering.
I think that manager Zhang, although his appearance is very untidy, gives others the impression that he is not extraordinary in spirit, but also the kind of person who has experienced many storms and seen many world figures, such as funeral parlours and crematoriums. Not everyone dares to do these businesses. This is not a question of money, because sometimes you may not have the life to spend the money when you earn money.
Manager Zhang and I just stared at the brain screen, which was almost equivalent to pausing the video. In the picture, my mother’s body was lying in a glass coffin. She was wearing a shroud and holding a copper coin in her mouth according to the custom. But the makeup artist’s heavy makeup still gave her a very awkward feeling. Her head was directed at a huge portrait of her, a small urn, several incense sticks and a glass coffin. There were several wooden chairs on both sides, and there was no one like her mother. There was a round pad in the direction of her feet, which was for the younger generation to kowtow.
The green picture doesn’t move. After I finish smoking a cigarette, Manager Zhang gives me another cigarette. People can’t focus on something for a long time. Gradually, I am a little distracted.
About ten minutes later, Manager Zhang cleared his throat and said to me, "Little brother, pay attention."
Want it? I was so excited that I quickly put all my attention back on the screen.
"Don’t worry," added Manager Zhang.
After about two minutes, the picture taken on the brain screen suddenly flashed and the whole screen was covered with snowflakes.
I frowned and asked, "What’s going on?"
Manager Zhang looked very indifferent and explained to him, "Don’t worry, we haven’t modified or deleted the video. This is why the picture taken last night suddenly appeared snowflakes on the screen. I can say that this is probably due to the influence of strong magnetic waves."
"Strong magnetic wave?" I repeat what manager Zhang said doubtfully.
Manager Zhang nodded and said to me, "Don’t worry about it for a while, you’d better keep watching."
"Why? Not finished yet? " After I also saw snowflakes on the screen, the video recording ended, so my eyes returned to the brain screen.
Ten seconds later, the monitoring screen returned to the screen. I stared at the brain screen and my heart suddenly cooled. Sure enough, there was no body of my mother in the central glass coffin of the back room, but at this moment, the coffin was so chilling.
This is gone? I feel incredible in my heart, not to mention the sudden absence of a surveillance screen. It’s incredible only in these ten seconds. The glass coffin of the funeral home is strictly sealed, and there is strong air conditioning in it to ensure that the body will not rot and stink quickly.
No way! How could someone take my mother’s body in a glass coffin for more than ten seconds without leaving a trace?
I specially observed a glass coffin covered by my mother. Although it was lifted, it gave people a feeling that it was not messy.
"Coming" Manager Zhang once again woke me up and said.
What on earth is coming?
Suddenly, the picture on the brain screen shook, and a green face was illuminated by an infrared camera, which filled the whole screen-my mother’s face.
I almost jumped out of my chair and almost screamed.
"I’ve woken you up," Manager Zhang said slowly. "Come and sit down. Don’t be afraid."
Manager Zhang comforted me almost without any words. I stammered, "What’s going on here?"
Manager Zhang cocked his head and looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders, pointed to the brain screen and said, "You saw it. That’s the thing."
I got up the courage to look at the brain screen again, but I insisted on looking at it. I never had the courage to sit in a chair and look at the face that I was familiar with and unfamiliar with.