"No, no need." Ron twisted his neck. He was tall and a little fat. Although he was not very old, his beer belly was already obvious. "We can just deal with it."

Karen smiled and asked: "So why didn't the nurse clean that person's body properly?"

This is supposed to be the job of a nursing home nurse, to initially clean up the body of a deceased client. Otherwise, it would not look good when the family comes over and sees that the body of their loved one is still dirty.

"Master, you are laughing." Ron scratched his head in embarrassment, "I made an appointment with the nurse in charge of Mr. Moissan to watch a movie in the next two days."

I see……

Ron's face turned slightly red and he continued:

"She said that she likes to watch movies and eat popcorn, and she can feed it to me with her own hands when watching movies, so... So I don't want to feed my popcorn hand to the hand that just wiped the body.

Master, do you know that it is really sweet for a couple to feed each other popcorn while watching a movie. Under dim light, when she puts the popcorn into your mouth, you can lick her fingers with your tongue.

;

Oh my God, this is so wonderful!”

"Dream on you."

Paul's voice came. He had already carried Mr. Moissan into the basement and was now coming up to get plastic gloves and washing powder.

"Paul, I know, you are just jealous of me!"

"Jealous of you? Come on, Ron, apart from Mrs. Hughes, the proprietress of Hughes Cremation Society, there is probably no other woman in the world who would like you."

"You're talking nonsense!"

Ron was so angry that he pointed at Paul.

"Mrs. Hughes?" Karen asked curiously.

It sounds like the proprietress of the cremation company must be a rich woman. Why is Ron so excited?

"Haha." Paul laughed first, and then explained, "Master Karen, you probably don't know that before the body is pushed into the furnace for incineration, gasoline needs to be sprayed on the body to assist combustion, and thin people often need more

Gasoline, otherwise the bones will not be able to burn. But for fat people, the oil on their own bodies can help fuel the burning.

Therefore, Mrs. Hughes from the crematorium likes people with Ron’s build best because he saves fuel.”

"So that's it."

"Damn it, Paul, how dare you arrange me like this in front of Master Karen!"

"Come on, let's go down and do some work first, otherwise Mrs. Mary will lose her temper again later."

Ron and Paul walked to the basement carrying their things while bickering.

In the hall, Aunt Mary lit a cigarette and she felt less bad.

Because Paul told her good news, that is, this old man named Mo Sang has children, and the children will come over later.

If it is not a welfare package, it means there is profit, even the lowest level package is profitable.

And Aunt Mary's "salary" has to be supported by the family's "performance". The remaining profits after deducting expenses and leaving the company will be given to the family as allowances;

Aunt Winnie is in charge of the accounts.

This is why everyone in the family is afraid of grandpa, but no one speaks ill of him behind his back. He is very serious, but he is by no means a stingy and greedy old man.

Karen returned to the second floor and helped her cousin Mina wipe the furniture.

When they were about to finish wiping, they heard Ron and Paul coming up from the basement. They had already cleaned up the remains, and Aunt Mary had to take action next.

Because family members may come over in the afternoon to arrange a condolence meeting, it is necessary to treat the elderly person well at this time.

However, there seemed to be guests at home, and Karen heard Aunt Mary calling to herself downstairs:

"Karen, come down and entertain Mr. Hoffen."

After putting down the rag, Karen first searched for "Mr. Hoven" in his mind:

This is an old man, a retired teacher from the philosophy department of the university. He has a good pension and a decent life. He is a good friend of his grandfather and often comes to meet his grandfather for tea and chat.

In addition, he is also very interested in divination, and once gave Karen a pair of exquisite playing cards, not Tarot cards...the kind that can be used to play Landlords.

Karen first went to the kitchen on the second floor and made a cup of tea, then mixed some simple refreshments and carried it to the living room on the first floor.

Mr. Hoffen is very tall but very thin;

Thin people tend to have more three-dimensional facial features and more intuitive emotional expressions.

When Karen saw him,

He noticed that Mr. Huofen's eyes were locked directly on him.

Even the pet dog lying next to Mr. Hofen, the golden retriever, seemed to sense the owner's mood swings and slowly stood up, but it was a little confused and didn't know what was wrong.

Until it saw the prostrate Pu'er at the entrance of the stairs, it seemed to instinctively find the point of interest and wanted to get up.

But Pu'er just glanced at it with cat eyes, and the golden retriever immediately wilted and lay back down again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hofen, my grandfather is out, but I think he will be back soon. My uncle has already gone to find him."

Karen put the tea down and said something polite.

Who knows,

Just then,

Mr. Hofen suddenly reached out and grabbed Karen's wrist. His whole face was pressed against him in an instant, and his breathing became extremely rapid at this time.

He used a suppressed but uncontrollable excited tone,

asked:

"You're not Karen... who... are you?"

In an instant, a sense of crisis suddenly hit Karen's mind. This crisis came from the fact that the other party had directly revealed his identity in a single encounter, leaving Karen, who had been mentally building up for half a month, at a loss.

Karen subconsciously took two steps back, trying to distance herself from Mr. Hofen.

Coincidentally, Mr. Hoven, who was holding Karen's wrist, was led out of balance and stumbled unexpectedly. He tried to hold up the table with his hands, but unfortunately he couldn't hold it up again, and his body followed.

He fell forward and hit his forehead directly on the edge of the table.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound,

Immediately afterwards,

Mr. Hoffen fell backward, and the back of his head hit the tiles hard and without any hindrance;

"Crack!"

Karen looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

This old man who just directly pointed out his "identity problem" is now venting more anger than taking in;

and,

A large amount of blood began to spill out on the tiles in the living room under his head.

At this time, Mina, who was still busy on the second floor, seemed to hear the sound and stood at the top of the stairs and shouted:

"Brother, what happened downstairs?"

Karen licked her lips,

Slowly stood up straight,

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