Chapter 2: The Dead are on the Mountain

I opened the night shift management manual, and the first sentence on it was: family has family laws, and lines have rules.

Next, there is my scope of work, after 8 p.m., all affairs of the funeral home are handled by the night management, no one else can interfere.

That made me frown slightly.

I thought I came here as a clerk, but I didn't know I had so much power, did I?

At 8:00 p.m., the night manager calls the shots here, okay?

I was a little incredulous, quickly took out a mobile phone to Zhang Sanfen made a phone call.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Sanfen answered it very quickly, but the tone was a little impatient: "What's wrong?"

I said: "Boss, someone asked whether to collect the body, is inside the black brick kiln..."

Before the words were finished, the opposite side interrupted me: "That's all you're asking me?" Make up your own mind!"

Before I could speak, there was a busy signal on the other end of the line.

I'm a little pissed. What an attitude!

I just started working in the funeral home, and I'm not familiar with everything here. I don't know how to collect a body, how much it costs, and who to send it to.

Even if I work for you, I need to know my way around the business, or at least someone to take me with them?

I got angry and said to the man, "I'm sorry, buddy, but I can't take this job."

Didn't you let me make my own decision? Then I won't take it!

The man was suddenly anxious and smiled: "Don't tell me, little brother, you see, I will raise the price for you more, eight hundred yuan a set!"

"You see, little brother, those laborers are also poor people who were abducted and sold to work as hard labor while they were alive, and have no place to rest in when they die, have they?"

"Even if you don't take that percentage, you must think about it for your honest and kind heart!"

When I heard the word commission, I blinked and asked, "What, how much can I pay for a dead body?"

The man was stunned, then blinked: "Little brother, have you not read the night shift management manual?" According to the above regulations, you make half of the revenue from the body collection, and the funeral home makes half."

"Of course, you can raise the price if you find some work difficult..."

At that time, my heart was a series of God!

800 bucks for a dead body? I make 400?

My face did not stir. "How many bodies are there?" I asked.

The man answered quickly: "Eight!"

My mind began to do a quick calculation, eight bodies, six thousand four hundred dollars, half of which was mine, that was three thousand two hundred dollars!

My goodness! Before I also think that the basic salary of 5,000 yuan a month is too low, Zhang Sanfen is too stingy.

Now, what kind of stingy is this?

That's very generous, okay?!

No, I have to take this job tonight! Isn't that eight bodies? I got it!

I said righteously, "Brother, you are right. Those black laborers are a poor bunch of people who were abused when they were alive, and have no place to rest when they die."

'I'll take the job!

"But eight hundred dollars a piece, money can't be less!"

The man was overjoyed, took out a stack of money from the bag and stuffed it over: "Little brother, I said I was not wrong about people, young age full of justice, the future must be the leader in the circle, the industry's great!"

I said, "Oh, come on.

This job, as soon as I finish paying off Zhang Sanfen's debt.

I'm gonna be looking for a girlfriend!

But... If you make enough money here, staying for another year or two doesn't seem out of the question.

While I was thinking, the man was full of compliments and handed me his business card.

The card only has a name and a phone number,

I took a look at him at random, his name is Zhao Fei, the business card did not write the unit, did not write the position.

But I didn't care. He paid, I collected the body, I paid for it, honest money.

With a heavy pile of money in my hand, I had an unreal feeling.

But when you get paid, you get your job done.

I pocketed the money and returned to my bachelor room with the night shift management manual.

This handbook, I need to read it before I don't understand anything and mess things up.

This look, saw the evening.

And the more I looked, the colder my hands and feet got, and I said, "Oh, my God."

According to the night shift management manual, there are two kinds of body recovery.

One is brought in, and the night manager takes the body to the morgue.

The other is out in the field, where you drive yourself out to pick up a body.

Generally, the bodies that come in at night are more or less problematic.

For example, during the funeral, the body is disturbed by cats and dogs, and when the body changes signs, it will be sent to the funeral home for processing.

For example, if a victim dies unjustly, his eyes will not be closed after death, and the body will be brought here.

Even more sinister is the body of a suicide, which has a variety of oddities depending on the method of suicide.

After all, normal people don't bring their bodies here in the middle of the night.

The body Zhao Fei asked me to collect was definitely not as easy as I thought!

Thinking of this, I immediately took out my mobile phone and called Zhao Fei.

As soon as the call was connected, I asked with suppressed anger, "Brother, these eight bodies, is there something wrong?"

Zhao Fei recognized my voice and laughed with me. "Little brother, you ask. If it were normal, I wouldn't ask you to collect it, would I?"

I said impatiently: "No nonsense! Get to the point!"

Zhao Fei continued to laugh and said, "Little brother, we can't move those eight coffins."

According to Zhao Fei, the case of the black brick kiln was solved, and the criminal suspect should be shot dead and imprisoned.

Victims are sent home alive, dead, unable to verify the identity of the coffin for the time being, and then issued an announcement, waiting for the family of the deceased to collect.

The bodies were supposed to be taken to the funeral home during the day, but while they were being transported, something strange happened.

These coffins are so heavy that they look like solid iron bumps!

Four or five young and strong young men started together, but they could only move the coffin slightly a few centimeters!

It makes people think it's weird.

A dry body, the total weight is not more than 100 pounds, even with the coffin, it is not more than 140 or 50 pounds.

How can you not lift four or five people?

At that time, there were unbelieving people angry, took out a mobile phone ready to shout a crane, he did not believe that even the crane is helpless with these coffins!

But he was stopped before he could call.

He was stopped by the police medical examiner, who was in charge of the black labor autopsy.

This man is an old man over sixty years old, he told the person in charge, the coffin can not move naturally there are reasons for moving, insist on using the crane to take away, even if it is removed, it will be infinite after the meeting.

This needs to be handled by a professional body collector.

Who is a professional body collector? I'm the freshly minted night manager, of course.