Here Lies The Wicked

In ancient times, there were several professions that were regarded as evil.

The paper man, the executioner, the corpse collector, the undertaker, Operator...

Today, I am talking about Operator.

Speaking of Operator, many modern people may feel strange and have never heard of this profession, but there is a profession in modern times that believes that everyone is not unfamiliar.

Mortuary!

Make up and fix the deceased so that the deceased can have a proper funeral.

In ancient times, all kinds of torture and private torture were rampant, so many corpses were separated and died miserably.

There were also many incomplete bodies that died due to various accidents.

Operator was born to reconnect the bodies of the dead, keeping their appearance intact.

It was also said that Operator not only connected the body, but also helped the dead connect the broken souls, transcend the dead, and help the dead reincarnate.

Operator, or rather, mortician, specialized in dealing with the dead and eating the meals of the dead.

It is also the most easily seen profession.

Adults always warn their children to stay away from the mortuary master and avoid him when they see him. Everyone around them thinks that this is an unlucky job.

It was like people eating pork peacefully while looking down on the butcher profession and calling the butcher a cold-blooded executioner, but people were eating pork all their lives.

I'm an abandoned baby. Grandma picked it up from the mountains.

My grandmother's name was Operator.

You can imagine how much I was ostracized in the village when I was a child. People my age didn't play with me. I spent more time quietly following my grandmother and watching her grooming a corpse, so I was used to seeing all kinds of corpses since I was a child. He died of a serious illness, hanging, car accident, drowning, and falling down the mountain to collect medicine... I've seen all kinds of deaths.

There may be many people who think that these people's deaths are miserable enough, because you have never seen what a truly miserable person looks like. At the very least, these people could have a whole body after they died.

Even if they were crushed into pieces by a car accident, and after Operator's facelift, they could be reconnected into a complete body, the worst ones were those who died without a whole body, couldn't find their heads after death, or lost half of their bodies.

When I was a child, I followed my grandmother and saw two corpses that were completely dead.

When he was eleven years old, there was a hunter in the village who went hunting in the mountains but did not return home for a day and a night. So the whole village went into the mountains to look for people, and only the headless body of the hunter was found in a rocky canyon.

The blood was drained and black, and the head was taken by some wild animal.

The people in the village are most particular about returning to the roots of a fallen leaf. How can this corpse be buried without a head? If they were forced to bury them, they might cause trouble for their descendants, so the hunter's family went to my grandmother.

That day, my grandmother stayed at the hunter's house for a whole day. She locked herself in a room with the headless corpse and did not allow any disturbance until the next day when the rooster was crowing, grandma finally sewed up the corpse.

I finally saw the hunter's body, but the corpse was complete. A paper man's head was sewn into the hunter's neck. It was the same size and facial features as the hunter before he died. The paper man's head was replaced by the hunter's head.

In the blink of an eye, when I was 13 or 14 years old, because I was studying in the town's junior high school, I only returned to the village in about a month. That was the second time I saw a corpse without a whole body.

It was a man who went out to work at a construction site in a neighboring village. Due to an accident at the construction site, the cable of the crane broke and half of his body was broken by the cable. Next to him was a fast-moving river. The other half of his body fell directly into the river and was washed away.

The owner of the construction site had a conscience. He had been fishing for more than ten days, but he couldn't. So the family went to my grandmother.

The next day, when the rooster was crowing, grandma stitched up the body on time again. This time, half of her body was replaced by a paper man, which was still lifelike.

Although my grandmother was Operator, she never let me touch this industry. She always looked at me kindly and said that she just wanted to see me finish college safely, marry a wife and have a child safely, not ask for wealth, but just want to see me live a safe life.

It was grandma. With her increasingly old body, she raised me up by herself and earned me all the money I needed to go to school early and dark. I would never forget her kindness for the rest of my life. But just as I was working for the summer vacation in my freshman year, the village head suddenly called me and told me a bad news. My grandmother passed away.

On the day of my grandmother's death, a big boss in the city pulled an ice coffin in a large truck and came to my grandmother overnight, begging her to tidy up a corpse. Not long after, after leaving the ice coffin behind, the big boss of the city followed the big truck and left the village overnight. It turned out to be the body in the ice coffin. My grandmother died the night she was grooming the body.

When I heard the news of my grandmother's death, I nearly broke down. A big man was crying on the roadside and went home overnight to see her for the last time.

When I took the high-speed rail and bus for two days and two nights in a row, the first time I saw my grandmother's body when I returned to the village, I was used to seeing all kinds of corpses since I was a child. I could tell at a glance that my grandmother was killed by someone.

I thought of the big boss in the city and the ice coffin. I was so angry that I rushed straight to the ice coffin. The ice coffin was always in my house, and no one in the village dared to touch it.

When I opened the lid of the ice coffin, a cold and gloomy air immediately rushed towards me, freezing my hands and feet a little stiff. However, when I looked at the body in the ice coffin, at that moment, boom, a buzzing sound in my head, and a boundless chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

The body had black stitches on both hands and feet.

Of course, I could tell what these were. There was a suturer who stitched the body up again, but it was definitely not grandma's technique. If it was grandma's way of threading, I would never mistake her.

That's not the point. The reason why I feel chilly is that the size and skin color of these limbs are obviously different from the body proportions of the deceased!

This is the second son of a bitch, Operator, who actually committed Operator's biggest taboo and stitched the two bodies together!

This is a fucking seal of two grievances on one person...

Yuxiu district, no. 3 old library.

Still at night,

Wei Youran was still the only person on the third floor.

Time jumped to 20: 50, and Wei Youran quit the electronic novel.

April 8,

On the ninth day of release,

Location: old library, yuxiu district, no. 3.

Reading "Yin and yang entering the mortuary,"

18: 57-20: 50, Everything is right...

Patter!

Suddenly, the quiet library, like an ancient clock, broke through the dark night fog.

A man's footsteps sounded.

Wei Youran held his breath.

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