When it comes to "all beings are equal", this hearse of the Immelais family can be said to be the ultimate achievement:

No matter whether you are a living passenger or a dead passenger, riding in this car is very painful.

Ron had long been used to it, with his head propped up in the corner of the carriage and his feet outside sitting like a bird;

This posture seemed very inconsistent for a fat man, but it allowed him to maintain maximum stability and even snore to catch up on his sleep.

Karen, on the other hand, found it a bit painful to sit. He had to constantly use his hands to support the bottom to maintain his balance. The roads in the city were fine. After leaving the city and heading to the suburbs, the road conditions became much worse and bumpy.

It was very painful.

Jeff and Mr. Mosan were even more shameless and hugged each other during the continuous bumps. This posture was like lovers lying on the bed telling each other their sincere feelings.

Karen, who really couldn't stand it anymore, tried to pull the "two people" apart more than once, but the space in the car was only so large, and the two people who had just been separated would soon find each other along with the bumps, and then hug each other again.

If there are relatives following the car, this situation is unlikely to happen. At the very least, they will only have to endure limited vibrations in the coffin.

But Jeff himself is a loner and is on the welfare bill; while Mr. Mosan is not on the welfare bill, but it is better than the welfare bill.

Karen is not qualified to comment on the "work attitude" of his family members. Even if he made lunch today, he is actually still a "rice bug" in this family.

finally,

As Uncle Mason turned the steering wheel to the left, the hearse drove into a yard that resembled a small factory building, with a sign hanging at the door - Hughes Cremation Society.

"Hey, Ron, wake up!" Uncle Mason shouted as he knocked on the car window.

"Oh, oh, here we are." Ron wiped his saliva and stretched again.

Karen first helped put the stretcher down, and then together with Ron, they moved Jeff and Mr. Mosan down one after another. Uncle Mason was responsible for stabilizing the stretcher and preventing it from sliding.

At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing gray overalls came over, holding paper and pen in her hand.

"Hey, what a handsome young man."

The woman stared at Karen first.

"Hello, Mrs. Hughes." Ron greeted warmly.

Is this what Paul said, Mrs. Hughes who prefers Ron?

However, in the face of Ron's enthusiasm, Mrs. Hughes just made a sound from the corner of her mouth in response, and turned to focus more on Karen.

In fact, Mrs. Hughes is pretty. Although she is wearing work clothes, you can still see her plump figure. In addition, her skin is very fair.

However, when Mrs. Hughes pinched her face with her hand, Karen still reached out and took her hand off somewhat unnaturally;

After all, although he could adapt to the good-looking body, he couldn't adapt to being teased like a little boy.

But Mrs. Hughes directly grabbed Karen's hand with her backhand, and her fingertips swept back and forth in Karen's palm, the teasing meaning was very obvious.

From her eyes, Karen could read the greed of those middle-aged and older men looking at the little girl's figure.

"He is Karen, my brother's son." Uncle Mason handed over a cigarette.

"Oh?" Mrs. Hughes was a little surprised, "Your nephew?"

Mrs. Hughes took the cigarette, asked Mason to light it for herself, and continued: "I haven't seen it before."

"There was something going on at home with one of the guys, and I got hurt a little bit," Uncle Mason explained.

"Injuried?"

"I accidentally fell."

"Whose wife fell over the window sill?"

"Don't make such a joke. By the way, you're not busy today, are you?"

"There's another house ahead that's burning down. Just wait a while."

"Just turn on a stove?"

"I want to turn on more furnaces, but you have to send so many people to burn them for me. Does the hot furnace cost nothing?"

"Okay, okay, let's push the 'guests' in first."

"Okay, I'll go in and make arrangements first. See you later, little handsome guy." Mrs. Hughes winked at Karen, turned around and walked inside first.

Ron pushed Mr. Mosan by himself, while Mason helped Karen push Jeff's stretcher.

"Mrs. Hughes is a very enthusiastic person." Mason lowered his voice slightly and said to Karen.

"Well, yes." Karen nodded.

"Her husband passed away early. She is now managing the cremation society. Although she has never remarried, she has many lovers around her."

"Uncle, you don't need to tell me this."

"Hey, I have to remind you, I am also from your age." Mason reached out and knocked on the iron plate of the stretcher, making a "clang" sound, "A boy of this age can also penetrate the iron plate.

."

"..." Karen.

"You are getting older. Find a serious girlfriend from now on." Mason urged again.

"Okay, uncle, I understand."

Karen knew that Mason didn't mean to say bad things about Mrs. Hughes, but he didn't want his young nephew to be distracted by Mrs. Hughes.

After walking inside, Karen clearly smelled a greasy smell.

It's just greasy... not fragrant or sweet, a bit like a moldy bedroom in the rainy weather.

However, the furnishings inside can clearly be seen to be aging. This should be an old cremation agency.

"In the early years, this cremation company was almost unable to operate and was almost bought by another large cremation company."

"Then what?" Karen asked.

"Then it was discovered that the large cremation company opened the cremations at the same time in order to save costs, so the ashes of others from the day before yesterday were given to the families of the deceased today."

Hearing this, Karen opened her eyes wide: Can such an operation be possible?

"Isn't that..."

"Yes, they sent their relatives to be burned, and then returned with the ashes of strangers. The funniest thing is that they actually continued like this for several years."

"That's too tragic."

"After the incident broke out, the owner of the cremation company was stoned to death by someone unknown at night. The police were unable to find the murderer because there were too many suspects with motives."

Karen nodded and said, "That's really damn good."

Put yourself in their shoes, if you were grieving the loss of a loved one and sent your loved one here to be cremated, but you brought back the ashes of a stranger. You even kept that altar of ashes for several years, Karen.

I feel like I also have the urge to kill someone.

"After the big cremation company went bankrupt, Mrs. Hughes's cremation company was able to continue to survive and operate, but it is now difficult. Large-scale chain funeral companies have long appeared in other cities.

They can connect everything from the hospital, to our deceased care center, to the cremation center, as well as the transportation therein.

They also opened a branch in Luojia City, and Winnie received a call from them a while ago, saying they wanted to buy our home."

"Grandpa won't agree." Karen said.

"Of course my father would not agree, and neither would I! Do you know what they do? They centrally transport and manage the remains, mourn them, cremate them or bury them.

Like wholesale vegetables in the market.

These capitalists should really be hung up and hung on street lamps!

They only have money in their eyes, and they don’t know how to care for the deceased, nor do they know how to respect the remains!”

Hear this,

Karen couldn't help but think of Jeff and Mr. Mosan who were jolted so much in the hearse that they almost kissed.

uncle,

How do you have the nerve to say the word "respect"?

"Our family is doing okay. Although they plan to block our suppliers, because of your grandfather's relationship, our family's business has been doing okay." Uncle Mason's tone became much lower, "But Mrs. Hughes's place is starting again.

It’s getting a little tough.”

At this time, Ron, who was pushing Mr. Moissan in front, turned back and shouted:

"Aha, so I support the Accord Party. Only they are willing to punch those damn capitalists back!"

As he spoke, Ron waved his fist.

The Accord Party, which Karen saw in the newspaper a few days ago, is a left-wing party that has developed in Luojia City and has gained momentum in recent years.

but,

After hearing the words "Accord Party",

Uncle Mason immediately shouted:

"Go crazy, support those lunatics, they will only make our current life a mess!"

Ron shrugged, as if he was too lazy to argue with his boss, and continued pushing the stretcher.
To be continued...