"What's wrong, my little Karen?"

"Grandpa, it's dark. I need to pee in the bathroom. I don't dare to go there alone."

"Then grandpa is standing here in the corridor waiting for you. Can you go inside for your convenience?"

"Grandpa, let's go with me, let's go together."

…

The taxi drove all the way from Mink Street to the Hughes Cremation Society in the suburbs. The distance was a bit far, and it took more than twice as long as it took Karen to take a taxi home from the Crown Ballroom.

Arriving at the door of Hughes Cremation Society,

The taxi driver turned around, looked at Dis sitting in the back seat, and said with a smile:

"Hello, 45 rupees."

Dis handed over a 50 banknote, the driver gave back 5 rupees, and Dis took it back.

Subsequently,

The grandfather and grandson got out of the car.

Looking at the direction in which the taxi was leaving, Karen silently recited in her heart:

"grass."

The door of the cremation house was closed. There was a dilapidated motorcycle parked at the door. There was a quilt tied up on the motorcycle's seat. There was a man and a woman standing next to them, looking very anxious.

What was bundled in the quilt should be the remains that were brought over for cremation.

But there was a "Closed" sign hanging at the door of the cremation house;

"Excuse me, are you from the cremation society?" the woman stepped forward and asked.

Karen shook his head and replied: "No."

When the man heard this answer, he was so angry that he kicked a stone away from the door and cursed:

"I made a reservation yesterday, so why is it closed today? It's shameless, shameless!"

"How about we find another restaurant?" the woman suggested.

"It's too late. It's almost dark. If we rush to other cremation houses now, they will definitely be closed."

"Isn't this place open today?" Karen asked.

"We have been waiting since one o'clock." The man said angrily.

Karen noticed the quilt on the other party's motorcycle. Some white hair was faintly exposed at the corner of the quilt. It must be an old man who passed away in the family.

Those who can handle funerals at the Immelais family are actually not ordinary people, and they are mostly middle-class people; even Mr. Moissan’s children, who have been criticized many times by Aunt Mary, even if they cut off a lot of services, they can still spend less in the end.

The money is several thousand rupees.

A few thousand rupees is not a small amount of money for the lower class families.

The recipients of the welfare bill must be people with no relatives or relatives. Even if your family is too poor to afford funeral expenses, as long as you still have relatives around you, you will not be able to enjoy the "welfare bill" like Jeff, because you are not pitiful enough.

.

Therefore, when a real low-level person in Luojia City passes away, his family will directly send him to the cremation center for cremation.

Uncle Mason once said that customers who the Immelais considered "poor" were already considered high-quality customers in the eyes of the cremation society.

At this time, an old "Caimen" red car drove over and stopped at the door.

After the car door is opened,

What surprised Karen was that the person who came down was Mrs. Hughes, who was wearing a blue dress and a brown down jacket.

When Mrs. Hughes, who was still "alive", saw Karen, a smile immediately appeared on her face, but when she saw Dis standing next to Karen, she immediately returned to her dignity.

"Hey, why is the door closed?"

Mrs. Hughes stepped forward and took out a spare key from her bag while wondering, and opened the lock.

"Why are you here just now!" The man on the side couldn't help but stepped forward to ask.

Mrs. Hughes glanced at him, then glanced at the motorcycle, and replied:

"I don't know. Although there are only two orders booked today, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Well, it should be you in the afternoon, so I gave myself and another employee a day off, leaving an old employee on duty.

With.

If the owner of the cement factory in front hadn't driven by and saw customers waiting at my door and called me, I wouldn't have come over.

Hey, that's strange, is old Darcy absent from work today?"

"I don't know what the reason is for your cremation society, but I brought my mother here today to wait..."

"You can go to the government to complain about me, or simply go to the police station to report the case. I have already explained to you that the right to complain is given to you, but please keep your distance from me now. This is where I burn corpses. Believe me or not

Throw you into the furnace and burn them together!"

Facing Mrs. Hughes's sudden strength, the man was frightened and did not dare to speak anymore.

A woman who has been running a cremation company alone for so many years must have a fierce side, otherwise she would not be able to support her until now.

"By the way, Mr. Dis, today you..."

"My grandson wants to come and see you." Dis replied.

Mrs. Hughes blinked. She wanted to say some naughty words to tease the handsome young man from the Immelais family, but there was no way. Dis's aura was too strong. No wonder Mary always showed up at girlfriends' parties.

Revealing her awe for her father-in-law.

After the door was opened, Mrs. Hughes walked in. The man also picked up the quilt wrapped in the bed, and his wife helped cover it up beside him. The two followed Mrs. Hughes and walked in.

"Do I need to go in?" Dis asked.

"Yes," Karen replied, "if the work of art is not Mrs. Hughes, then it should be someone else."

Karen was still struggling with her judgment, and the previously locked door of the cremation society was one of the evidences that things were unusual.

three groups of people,

Mrs. Hughes called "Old Darcy" as she walked inside.

The couple holding the old man's body followed behind.

Behind them are Karen and Dis.

at last,

Everyone came to the glass wall of the incineration room together.

The door of the incineration room was open, and there was no one inside.

"Please cremate my mother first," the man said.

"I must find my workmen!" shouted Mrs. Hughes, who was very angry because she found that the stove was hot, which meant a great waste. "Old Darcy, old Darcy!"

Karen noticed the countertop in front of him, or to be precise, the urn on it.

The last time I came here, the urns were neatly placed with the price tags, but now, the urns were neatly stacked like stacks of logs, not a triangle, but an upright rectangle.

In addition, these urns are placed on their sides, that is, the lids of the urns are facing outwards rather than upwards.

Karen stepped forward,

His eyes fell on the edge of the left side below, stretched out his hand, grabbed the lid of the urn, and opened it.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

The woman screamed.

"ah!"

The quilt in the man's hand also fell, and his mother rolled out of the quilt.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Hughes covered her mouth.

Dis moved closer silently.

In the urn that Karen had just opened, there was…a foot, a bloody foot.

Moreover, there was a price tag between his toes, with the price listed on it being 1,500 rupees.

Karen opened the upper urn again, revealing her knees.

This feels like opening a blind box,

But there are fewer unknowns than opening a blind box.

Karen reached out, reached the lid of the urn on top, and pulled it open.

In the top urn,

It's a head,

old Darcy's head,

And old Darcy had a price tag in his mouth, which was 10,000 rupees.
To be continued...