Chapter 1 Corpse Collector
When I was 21 years old, I got into a fight over a girl and was sentenced to three years.
The other party's family was rich, so they turned a fight into an intentional injury.
So a three-year prison sentence fell on me.
Someone once said that money is also a part of strength, so I accept this matter.
The key point is that the girl I was fighting for, seeing that her family was rich and powerful, actually came out to testify that the two of them started fighting because I sexually harassed her, and that the other party acted bravely.
Because of this sentence, I was once discouraged.
My parents were asking for help everywhere, crying every day.
At that time, I had already resigned myself to my fate, thinking that a gentleman would take revenge. Three years is not too late, and I would settle the account after the gentleman leaves.
As a result, someone came to the detention center the next morning to see me.
The man was a few years older than me, about twenty-four or five years old.
The first words he said when he saw me were: He Yongheng, your grandfather asked me to take you away.
But I can't do this for nothing, I have to charge you 100,000 operating fees. What your grandpa means is that you caused the trouble yourself, and you have to earn the money yourself.
Of course, considering you have no money, I can arrange a job for you.
The basic salary is 5,000 yuan a month, but the work is a bit dirty and I have to work night shifts every day.
If you agree, change your clothes and follow me.
I agreed without hesitation.
After all, no one wants to hang around in society with a criminal record.
At that time, I never thought about how powerful it would be to take a sentenced prisoner away from the detention center.
His name is Zhang Sanfen, and people call him Zhang San.
At that time, I was very curious about what kind of job Zhang Sanfen had arranged for me. Later, when he drove me directly to the funeral parlor, I realized what it meant to be a little dirty.
Is it not bad luck to deal with corpses every day?
Zhang Sanfen told me that this funeral home is a private contractor and is responsible for ordering coffins, burial items, sorting remains, and buying and selling burial sites.
At that time, my boss was not happy. Where could I go to work and earn five thousand yuan a month? Do you have to deal with corpses here every day?
As for this job, I won’t even be able to find a girlfriend after I leave.
But my father has told me since I was a child that as a human being, you must know how to repay kindness.
Zhang Sanfen took me out of the detention center, which was a great kindness. I had promised to work for him, and if I went back on my promise, I would be going back on my word.
You have to keep doing this job no matter what.
According to Zhang Sanfen, my job is very simple, just working the night shift.
At that time, I was still thinking, what kind of night shift does a funeral home need? Is it possible that there are still people stealing corpses?
Later I realized that there was too much to talk about here.
Speaking of a funeral parlor, it is really similar to a hospital, where you can see all kinds of life.
In order to fight for the inheritance, someone was beaten to a bloody head in the funeral parlor, and his manners were completely lost.
Some people are extremely indifferent, with faces full of relief and disgust when facing the deceased.
Sometimes, the police will even send some bloody corpses to the funeral parlor for disposal.
These are the unclaimed victims of certain homicide cases. After the case is over, they cannot stay with the police for a long time.
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But what I didn’t expect was that the funeral parlor at night was far more exciting than during the day.
Zhang Sanfen was very impatient with me. He casually added me to the job, casually threw me a manual on night management precautions, and then walked away.
On the contrary, the person in charge of the funeral home patiently explained to me that the night shift manager actually had an easy job, as long as he was brave.
Before he said a few words, there was a loud noise outside. I went out and took a look, and inside the funeral hall, a middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting on the ground crying.
I listened for a while and figured out what was going on.
The general meaning is that his mother-in-law died and my husband wanted to buy an urn worth 8,000 yuan for burial.
But the woman was unwilling, thinking that five hundred yuan each was enough. Money at home was already very tight, and she still had to save it for her children to go to college.
Maybe the words were a bit harsh and refuted the man's face.
So the man slapped her back and said she was unfilial.
Maybe all kinds of grievances came to her head, and the resentment in the woman's heart suddenly burst out.
He said that when his mother-in-law was still alive, he had to take care of her without taking care of her clothes. She even quit her job because of this.
As for my husband, he idles around and spends his days drinking and drinking.
Not taking care of the family at all, not making any money. His mother was indifferent when she was alive, but after she died, she wanted to buy an expensive urn to show her face.
After listening for a while, I couldn't stand it anymore. What did this kind of man want him to do?
The person in charge was surnamed Gu, and he was very versatile. When he saw more and more people watching the excitement around him, he managed to pull them up.
I am too lazy to pay attention to these things and want to go to my single dormitory to clean up.
As a result, someone next to me suddenly grabbed me and said, "Brother, do you want to collect the body? Five hundred yuan per body!"
I took a breath, who the hell is this?
Buying and selling corpses is illegal! How dare this guy blatantly ask me if I will collect the body?
The price is clearly marked!
The man saw the shock on my face and immediately smiled and said, "Where did you think you were?"
"We are not dumping corpses. We are not involved in this."
"It was a black brick factory that was uncovered in the north of the city. There were dead people inside. There are many illegal laborers who have been trafficked. These are ownerless corpses, and they are all mentally retarded. There is no one to claim them." "
According to the convention, these corpses must be kept for seven days, and they will be cremated collectively after no one claims them."
I It suddenly dawned on me that the consciences of these black brick factories had been eaten by dogs, and they were abducting and trafficking people with intellectual disabilities to exploit themselves to the extreme.
They work fifteen or six hours a day. Apart from eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, they are basically working all the time.
It's all heavy physical labor.
This is completely using people as livestock.
The key is that these workers are mentally handicapped and do not even have the ability to resist.
Some people were exhausted, so they just dug a hole and buried them. Some people tried to escape, but their legs were broken in public, and the chickens were killed to show the monkeys.
Until the police cracked the case, these people frantically buried all the workers alive and destroyed evidence.
After the case was solved, the criminal suspect was obviously a clear example, but the poor worker's body was still unclaimed.
Anyway, they are a group of mentally retarded people, and everyone in the family has probably given up.
Logically speaking, these corpses should be kept for seven days and will not be collectively cremated until the end of the claiming period.
But during these seven days, someone must take care of the seven or eight corpses.
So this person came to the funeral home and asked me if I would collect the body.
I was quite puzzled at the time and said, "I am just a night shift manager. You have to go to Director Gu for this matter."
The man blinked and said, "Director Gu is in charge of things during the day, and you are in charge of things at night."
"Could it be that Are you not the night shift manager?"
I was stunned. Does the night shift manager still have this right?
(End of chapter)