I was slightly surprised, did not expect Zhao Fei this guy is not simple, even have an official background?
But according to the boss, this guy is a bit greedy.
When officials ask him to do business, the money has always been very sufficient, but when he offers external prices, he is often in the dead pit, and how much can be saved.
The money saved, all into their own pocket.
The thought of a $160,000 job, and how he managed to solve it with over $6,000, makes me hate it.
If we ever get a chance, we need to get this back.
As we speak, I've driven to the Black Brick Kiln.
The area of this place is not large, and the whole brick kiln is only more than 30 meters long.
Other than that, all that remains is a place to dry adobe, a row of red brick dormitories, and a jumble of construction vehicles.
The kiln has been shut down because it was involved in a homicide.
Never mind the staff. There's not even a night shift.
The eight bodies we were to collect lay in the open space in front of the red brick house.
Eight coffins, neatly laid out, surrounded by a tangle of footprints and ruts.
That's what they left when they tried to take the body away.
It was dark around, with only the Wrangler's headlights shining on the eight coffins, a bit spooky.
I opened the car door and felt uncomfortable, as if someone was staring at me in the dark with malicious intent.
Seriously, if the boss doesn't show up, I'm gonna have to pick up this body today.
I feel a little guilty about facing this situation alone.
Zhang Sanfen carrying his handbag also walked down from the back row, he now completely lost the feeling of lethargy in the car, calm eyes, competent actions, the whole body revealed a spirit and sharp.
I don't know what's going on, but I think as soon as the boss comes out, the feeling of being uncomfortable all over disappears in an instant.
Zhang Sanfen carried a handbag in one hand and said to me: "Xiao He, you come here."
I quickly followed the past, said: "Boss, how to collect the body?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "The body is heavy in the mountain, because the deceased has resentment and refuses to bury." So lie down on the coffin board and don't let anyone lift the coffin."
"In this case, you can't do it hard, otherwise, even if you can force the coffin to be buried, but the resentment will not go away, and it will lead to something messy over time."
I unconsciously looked over the coffin, but found that the coffin was empty, nothing.
However, if you think about it carefully, eight coffins, lying on the stomach of eight dead mentally disabled workers, maybe still looking at you, this feeling is really a little wet.
Zhang Sanfen said as he opened his handbag and pulled out an arm-long metal stick.
He twisted, the metal stick made a clear click, and then the metal rod quickly extended upward, a full seven or eight meters long.
Then I heard a thud and a white spiritualist flag popped up from the metal stick.
Zhang Sanfen inserted the metal stick into the ground, and the hard metal stick instantly turned into a flag.
I was amazed that the boss's handbag was not a tool such as pliers and wrenches, which looked quite advanced.
While thinking about it, Zhang Sanfen suddenly said, "Xiao He, do you know why there are people with intellectual disabilities in this world?"
I said, "Born?"
Zhang Sanfen shook his head and said softly: "People have three souls and seven souls, each soul, each soul, in fact, is very important to people."
"Some people are born sickly and easily invaded by evil spirits. Some people are born with mental retardation, and they are stupid all the time. There are also people who have low energy, slow reactions and sleep."
"Such a person is a sign of lack of soul."
"These workers with intellectual disabilities actually had various problems when they were born, or in the womb, which led to a lack of soul, so that they were stupid after birth."
"They're actually pretty pathetic."
No one wants to be born stupid, and this group of black workers live in a muddle and suffer from human suffering. After death is still a ghost, is a poor ghost.
They don't want to live that life all over again.
That's why they won't leave.
So the coffin couldn't be lifted.
When I heard Zhang Sanfen say this, my heart of compassion gradually rose.
Yeah, all their lives, they're stupid, they've never done anything harmful.
If the stupidity of this life is to pay off the evil made in the last life, then this life they have suffered, should not have such a life.
I said, "Boss, what are we going to do?"
Zhang Sanfen said softly, "To pull out all karma is to create a pure land god mantra."
I looked puzzled and said, "Huh?"
Zhang Sanfen turned back to the carriage, not long after holding a incense burner walked quickly.
He lit four incense sticks under the flag, and threw a pamphlet to me, saying, "The dead are all miserable people; they will not do anything harmful to nature." The seeker just wants to cross over and perfect the soul."
"As long as you are bold and careful, you can actually do this job yourself, without much technical content."
"The pamphlet is the Mantra of Death, and it is all called the Mantra of the God of Removing All Karma and giving birth to the Pure Land. Chant in a low voice until the incense is burned, the soul of the dead is at rest, the mind is clear, and naturally goes to its rightful place."
I was dumbfounded and said, "Boss, is it that simple?"
Zhang Sanfen said impatiently, "How hard do you think it is?" Finish reading, pack up and go home."
"I'm going to sleep in the car for a while and then drive back!"
After that, he had taken his handbag into the back of the car, leaving me alone, a incense burner, a flying flag, and eight coffins that did not know whether it was good or bad.
Well, you're the boss. You have the right to lie down.
I'm a salaryman. I'm supposed to do the dirty work.
I mumbled as I opened my book and whispered the mantra to the afterlife.
The cool wind in the middle of the night blew me cold all over the body, and the smoke of incense candles became ethereal and misty.
I don't know if chanting the mantra is of any use, but thinking that these black laborers who were killed were poor people, my heart began to pity them.
In any case, hopefully they will be normal people in the next life, not mentally disabled people who were born to suffer.
The incense gradually burned out, and the flying sound of the spirit flag did not know when it stopped.
Suddenly, the car lights flashed, illuminated the incense burner in front of me, and the spirit flag was shining brightly.
I turned and saw three light trucks brought by Zhao Fei.
Zhao Fei jumped out of the car and said loudly: "Little brother, my old Zhao is not wrong!"
"Is it done?"
I looked at the wrangler and found that Zhang Sanfen had no intention of coming out, so I said to Zhao Fei impatiently, "It is finished!"
"Get the coffin in the car and find a cemetery for a proper burial. They are poor homeless people, if you dare to throw them away, I will make trouble for you!"
Zhao Fei grinned: "How can I do this?"
As he said, he handed over a cigarette and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry about what happened before, but I'm not a greedy man."
"Why did I quote you eight hundred? Don't you think that you have just taken over the job of night custodian, and want to let you know through actual circumstances that people are sinister?"
"You can't buy this experience for hundreds of thousands of dollars."
I skim my mouth and directly back: "Old brother, that experience I also have, let's make up the rest of the money back?" Twenty-one thousand, honest to you."
Zhao Fei suddenly smiled: "The little brother laughed, the transaction has been completed, which can be priced afterwards?"
"But little brother, old brother, there is a job here, only a dead body. I'll quote you fifty thousand! If you agree, fifty thousand dollars will be paid immediately!"
He screwed me once. How can he screw me again?
Then I asked, "What corpse is this?"
Zhao Fei said with a smile: "It is a gambler, because gambling money lost all the money, but also want to sell his daughter to exchange money."
"As a result, the wife could not bear it, and cut him up in pieces that night, I Lao Zhao said that it was really fragmented, and I estimated that it was chopped into a dozen pieces."
"Because of some special reasons, these ten pieces of parts are left in the house and no one dares to touch them, so this matter is left to you, certainly not a problem!"
I am keenly aware of the point of these words: because there is a special reason.
Is there any particular reason why scattered bodies can't be collected?