Chapter One: reaper

When I was 21, I got into a fight over a girl, and I got three years.

The other family has money, the fight this thing is forced into intentional injury.

So three years in prison fell on me.

Who once said that money is also a part of strength, so I'm sorry about this.

The key is that I fight for the girl, see each other's family rich and powerful, actually ran out to testify that because I sexually harassed her, the two people fight, the other party is completely brave.

Because of this sentence, I was once disheartened.

Mom and dad are everywhere to ask for people, every day with tears.

At that time, I had resigned myself, thinking of revenge, three years is not too late, and then this account will be calculated after the men go out.

And the next morning, someone came to see me in detention.

The man was a few years older than me, about twenty-four or fifteen.

See me the first words is: He Yongheng, your grandfather asked me to take you away.

But I can't do this for nothing. I'll have to charge you $100,000 to run it. What your grandfather is saying is, you got yourself into this mess, and you're gonna have to earn it.

Of course, given your lack of money, I can arrange a job for you.

Five grand a month, just a little dirty, working night shifts every day.

If you agree, change your clothes and come with me.

I said yes without hesitation.

After all, no one wants to go out there with a criminal record.

At the time, I had no idea how powerful it would be to take a convicted prisoner out of jail.

His name is Zhang Sanfen. People call him Zhang SAN.

At the time, I was curious about what kind of work Zhang Sanfen had arranged for me, and it was only when he drove me straight to the funeral home that I realized what it meant to be a little dirty.

Working with dead bodies every day, isn't that bad luck?

Zhang Sanfen told me that this funeral home is a private contract, responsible for ordering coffins, burial items, as well as arranging bodies and cemetery sales and other funeral services.

At that time, my boss was not happy, five thousand dollars a month, where to play a job to earn? Have to be here every day dealing with dead bodies?

With this job, I can't even get a girlfriend.

But dad told me when I was a kid that I should know how to repay my kindness.

Zhang Sanfen fished me out of the detention center, which is great grace. He promised to come to work for him, and if he reneged on it, he would be breaking his promise.

This is a job you're gonna have to do.

According to Zhang Sanfen, my job is very simple, is to work the night shift.

At the time, I was thinking, what kind of night shift does a funeral home need, and what if someone steals a body?

Then I realized that there was a lot of talk around here.

Speaking of the funeral home, this place is really similar to the hospital, you can see life.

Some people fight for the inheritance, in the funeral home beating blood, deportment completely lost.

Some people are so cold, they face the dead with relief and disgust.

Sometimes, the police even bring in mangled bodies to be disposed of by funeral homes.

These are victims who are not claimed in some murder cases, and cannot stay with the police for a long time as the case is over.

...

But what I didn't expect is that the funeral home at night is much more wonderful than the day.

Without saying a word, there was a loud noise outside.

I went out to take a look, and inside the funeral hall, a middle-aged woman in her 40s was sitting on the ground and howling.

I listened for a while, and I figured out what was going on.

It probably means that his mother-in-law died, and his husband wants to buy an urn of 8,000 yuan for burial.

But the woman is not willing to, think that five hundred dollars is enough, the family money is already very tight, but also for the child's college.

Maybe it was a little harsh, a little embarrassing to a man.

Then the man backhanded and slapped her in the face, saying that she was not filial.

May be a variety of grievances to the top, the woman's inner anger suddenly broke out.

She said that when her mother-in-law was alive, her clothes were tied up, and she took care of her poop and urine, so she even quit her job.

Husband, every day idle, drinking.

I didn't take care of the house, I didn't make any money. When my mother was alive, she didn't care, and when she died, she wanted to buy expensive urns to keep her face.

I've been listening for a while, and I'm tired of hearing what a man like this wants.

The person in charge surnamed Gu, doing all kinds of things, see more and more people watching around, say good or bad to pull people up.

I am too lazy to pay attention to these things and want to go to my bachelor room to clean up.

As a result, someone next to me suddenly grabbed me and said, "Little brother, do you collect the body?" Five hundred dollars each!"

I gasped. Who the fuck is this?

It's illegal to trade dead bodies! How dare this guy ask me if I want a body?

With a price tag!

When the man saw my shocked face, he suddenly smiled and said, "Where did you think?"

"We don't dump bodies. We don't do that."

"Just north of the city, a black brick factory was busted, and there were many black laborers who had been abducted and sold, and these were all unowned bodies, and they were all mentally disabled, and there was no one who even claimed them."

"It is customary for the bodies to remain unclaimed for seven days before they are cremated en masse."

I immediately understood that the conscience of these black brick factories had been eaten by dogs, trafficking people with intellectual disabilities to their own extreme exploitation.

They have to work 15 or 16 hours a day, in addition to eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom, basically all the time.

And it's all hard labor.

This is just using people like cattle.

The point is that these workers are also mentally disabled, and they have no ability to resist.

Some people were so tired that they just dug a hole and buried them, and some people tried to run away, but they had their legs broken in public and killed chickens for monkeys to see.

Until the police cracked the case, these people also frantically buried all the workers alive and destroyed evidence.

After the case was solved, the suspect was naturally clear and typical, but the poor worker's body was still unclaimed.

It's a bunch of mentally handicapped people anyway, and I guess my family has given up.

The bodies are supposed to be kept for seven days until the claim period is over before they are cremated en masse.

But someone has to take care of seven or eight bodies in seven days.

So the man came to the funeral home and asked me if I would take the body.

At that time, I was puzzled and said, "I'm just a night supervisor, you have to go to the head of the department for this."

The man blinked and said, "Director Gu is in charge of the day, you are in charge of the night."

"Aren't you the night keeper?"

I was stunned. The night clerk has that right?