Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

In order for Gangzi and the others to rest in peace, our trip to the crematorium is scheduled for 9:[-] tomorrow night, and there are four people going there.

Me, Liu Zhiyuan, Lao Wen, and my bodyguard Yu Wenbin.

Afraid of attracting attention, and in order not to show up, Liu Zhiyuan and I both wore masks and covered them tightly.

Xiaoxuan and Chang Xiaoxia were the only ones left in the air-raid shelter. I told Bean Sprouts to take good care of them and stop going out to watch TV with their arms around them.

The time came quickly for the second night.

Spider Lane is too far away from the West Third Ring Road, so we had no choice but to take a taxi there. It was Lao Wen who found the yellow noodles.

The four got into the car and closed the door, and Lao Wen directly said where to go.

"West Third Ring Crematorium?"

"I've been driving for so long, why didn't I know there is a crematorium in the West Third Ring Road? Wen Lao Er, are you mistaken? Aren't the crematoriums located in the South Campus of Ningda University? Pass."

Lao Wen said: "Okay, old Wang, you have been driving for nothing for two years. Listen to me, get on the West Third Ring Road and go down from the fourth fork. I tell you to walk as you please."

"Row."

"You are an uncle if you give the money." After that, the driver Lao Wang started the car and took us off.

After an hour and a half, Huang Nian's bumpy ups and downs.

"Second Wen, what the hell kind of place is this? You'll enter the village as soon as your mother drives."

"That's right, I just want to enter the village. Go forward and turn left when you see the electric pole. The village is called Xiaochi Village."

Lao Wen helped to guide the way, and it was all dirt roads. The bumps and ups and downs on which we sat entered Xiaochi Village.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and most of the people had gone home. I saw through the car window two old men sitting in front of their house with bowls in their hands to eat. They probably came back late from work.

Walked in the village and drove for about ten minutes.

"Did you see that store? There is a store selling mutton soup and mutton oil at the door. Turn left from there."

The driver Lao Wang said he knew.

Turn left and drive past the dry cleaning shop and there is a small road, which is too narrow for cars to enter. Lao Wen told us to get off.

"Old Wang, you are waiting for us here, and you still run back."

"Okay, wait for you, shall I use the watch?"

Old Wen scolded: "Fucking bastard, don't worry, you'll have to pay for the money once in a while."

The path in front of me is more than 100 meters long, and Lao Wen led the way with a flashlight.

Passing through here, a red brick courtyard appeared in front of us, the courtyard door was closed, I saw the lights were on in the courtyard, and four words were written crookedly with quicklime on the red brick wall.

"Selling beds in the courtyard."

I frowned and asked Lao Wen, what does it mean to sell beds in the courtyard?

Shouldn't it be written that the courtyard is a crematorium?

"You don't understand that, do you?" Lao Wen took a flashlight to shine on the writing on the wall, and said, "It's all done secretly, and the people who come here are all acquaintances, people like Jin Laoer, and others. , According to my research, there are other shady businesses in this place, ordinary people don’t know the rules and can’t enter at all, you will see me later.”

I didn't understand the meaning of the old text for the time being.

This place is so remote, and this crematorium hidden in Xiaochi Village doesn't even have a name, no wonder the driver Lao Wang who drove the yellow noodles for two or three years said he didn't know.

Lao Wen waved his hand and led us to the gate.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang!" Lao Wen slapped the door vigorously several times.

Five or six minutes later, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat woman showed half of her face, and asked Lao Wen suspiciously what he was doing.

Lao Wen pretended to look around, and then said: "Sister Sun, I was introduced by Lao Zhou, and today I brought some bosses from other places to see the business."

"Old Zhou?"

"I don't know you, you've found the wrong place." The fat woman said as she planned to close the door.

"Don't panic, Sister Sun." Lao Wen stood against the door.

"Sister Sun, don't worry, they were all introduced by the family, and Lao Zhou told me, isn't your place a crematorium?"

"What crematorium!" The fat woman said in a rough voice: "Look, my place doesn't look like a crematorium. I sell beds here!"

"That's right!" Lao Wen said with a smile: "The few of us just came to look at the bed and buy some wig samples by the way."

Hearing Lao Wen's words, the tense expression on the fat woman's face immediately relaxed.

She opened the door to welcome us in, and at the same time said with a smile: "Don't blame me for being suspicious. I heard that a reporter is going to come to make an unannounced visit these two days. Let's go in and talk." She closed the door again while talking.

At this time, two young boys ran out of the house.

"Cooperate and search the body."

Lao Wen took the lead in raising his arms, "It should be, we are not reporters who are afraid of anything, just search."

After searching the body, the fat woman boss completely let go of her guard. She didn't hide her words, and said that they were in stock, and asked what we wanted to see.

Lao Wen said: "Do you have steel balls, yellow willows, and pine hair curls? How many are there?"

The fat woman smiled, and said that no one wanted steel wool balls, there were twenty or thirty left, and many people wanted yellow willow and pine hair rolls, but there were not many left. If you want them, I will show you. "

I couldn't understand what he said at the time, and I only understood it afterwards.

The fat woman spoke black words. His illegal crematorium was not only in the business of burning dead people, but also in the business of selling hair.

What hair do you sell?

Of course it's dead man's hair....

"Yellow Liu" refers to the hair of young girls under the age of 30, which means natural light yellow semi-long hair. "Loose curly" is also the hair of young girls, referring to the kind of natural curly hair.

"Steel brushes" refers to men's hair, which means men's hard and black burrs. This kind is the cheapest and the lowest price. Steel brushes have accumulated several sacks in her crematorium.

In addition to black pine, ears of corn.

In the eyes of a fat woman, a person is about to burn after death, so what do you want hair for?It's better to cut it off and sell it for money. Anyway, no one will see it when it is cremated. This business is a huge profit without capital.

Think about it.

How many bald people in China need to wear wigs?

Too much.But how many people are willing to buy their own hair for a few hundred dollars?Too little too little.What's more, the hair cut by barbershops in major cities is all broken hair, which is incomplete and cannot make high-quality real-life wigs.

Thus, this illegal industry was born. In the next few years, Taobao hair online shopping has developed vigorously, and many hairs on the Internet come from this source.

Are you afraid?Maybe that's how the wig you wore came about too.

Closer to home, the fat woman led us in that night. At that time, to my right was a privately modified cold storage mortuary. Behind the morgue were six or seven air-conditioning external units.

Next to the mortuary is the cremation room. At first it was fired with coal and then with diesel. Later, because it smoked too much at night to fear being detected, it was changed to a closed gas burner.

look in.

The hut next to the mortuary is the exhibition hall, where the burnt ashes are usually placed. In addition, the exhibition hall also sells urns, and there are four types of urns: wood, stone, iron, and jade.

The fat woman took Lao Wen to see her hair, while brother Zhiyuan and I went straight to the showroom.

"What are you doing? You don't come to buy goods?" Two young guys who worked part-time at the crematorium stopped us.

I walked over and patted one of them on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "I will definitely buy the goods, but there is one more thing, can you help me?" While talking, I secretly stuffed 300 yuan into his trouser pocket.

"What can I do for you?" The young man accepted the money calmly.

I said that three people came over for cremation some time ago. About a month ago, the male, aged 30 to 40, should have been sent together. Do you have any impression? "

The young man raised his head and thought for a while, then said in a low voice: "Remember, there are indeed three of them. They burned early. What's the matter, do you know them?"

Hearing early fever, Brother Zhiyuan clenched his fist subconsciously, he gritted his teeth and let go.

Brother Zhi Yuan took a deep breath and asked, "Ash, where are the ashes? Let's get the ashes of those three people."

"Want the ashes?"

The young man couldn't help shaking his head: "This kind of unclaimed and unidentified ones are usually only stored for seven days. You should know that you have found it. Our place is not a formal place. Once the storage period expires, there is no need to keep it. .”

"In order to make room, we usually flush it down the sewer."

Hearing this sentence, Brother Zhiyuan shook his body.

I hurriedly supported him.

My brother just...