In order to make Gangzi and the others feel safe, our crematorium trip was planned at 9:30 tomorrow night, and there were four people going there.

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

Fearing to attract attention, Liu Zhiyuan and I both wore masks and covered them tightly in order not to show up.

Only Xiaoxuan and Chang Xiaoxia were left in the air-raid shelter. I told Douya to take good care of them and not always carry the TV out to watch TV.

It was soon the next night.

Spider Lane is too far from the West Third Ring Road, so we can only choose to take a taxi. It was the yellow noodles found by Lao Wen. The taxi driver was named Wang, and he and Lao Wen were friends with wine and meat.

The four of them got into the car and closed the door, and Lao Wen said directly wherever he went.

"West Third Ring Crematorium?"

"I have been running for so long, why don't I know there is a crematorium on the West Third Ring Road? Wen Lao Er, are you mistaken? Haven't the crematoriums been matched at Ningdanan Campus? Is there still a home in the Radio University?"

Lao Wen said: "Okay, Lao Wang, you have been out for two years. Listen to me, go down from the fourth fork in the West Third Ring Road, and I will let you go whatever you want."

"OK."

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

An hour and a half later, the yellow face was bumpy and undulating.

"Wen Lao Er, what the hell is this place? You can enter the village after you are a mother."

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

Lao Wen helped to guide the road, and it was all dirt roads. The bumpy and undulations of the face we were sitting in Xiaochi Village.

It was around 10 o'clock in the evening, and most of the people were going home. I saw two old men holding bowls and sitting at the door of their house for dinner. I guess they were late when they were working.

I drove in the village for about ten minutes.

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

The driver Lao Wang said he got it.

Turn left and drive a dry cleaner, and a small road appeared. The road was narrower and the car couldn't drive in. Lao Wen called us to get off.

"Lao Wang, you are waiting for us here and you are still running back."

"Okay, wait for you, right? Do I need to use a watch?"

Lao Wen scolded: "Don't worry, this money will be yours once you go back and forth."

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

After passing here, a red brick courtyard appeared in front of us. The gate of the courtyard was closed. I saw that the lights were on in the yard and used quicklime to paint four words on the red brick wall.

“Selling beds in the yard.”

I frowned and asked Lao Wen, what does selling beds in the yard mean?

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

"You don't understand this, right?" Lao Wen took the flashlight and slapped the words on the wall and said, "It's all done secretly. Those who come here are all acquaintances, like Jin Laoer. According to my investigation, this place is doing other shameful businesses. Most people can't get in without understanding the rules. You will see me later."

I haven't understood the meaning of the old saying yet.

This place is so remote, and there is no name for this crematorium hidden in Xiaochi Village. No wonder Lao Wang, the driver who has been running a yellow face for two or three years, said he didn't know.

Lao Wen waved his hand and took us to the front door.

"Bang bang! Bang bang bang!" Lao Wen slapped the door a few times.

After five or six minutes, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat woman showed her face and asked Lao Wen suspiciously what she was doing.

Lao Wen pretended to look around and then said, "Sister Sun, I, Lao Zhou, introduced me. Today I will bring a few bosses from other places to check the business."

"Old Zhou?"

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

"Don't panic Sister Sun." Lao Wen held the door.

"Sister Sun, don't worry, it was introduced by the family. Lao Zhou told me, isn't your crematorium?"

"What kind of crematorium!" said the fat woman in a thick voice: "Look at me, I don't look like a crematorium, I just sell beds here!"

"That's right!" Lao Wen smiled and said, "We just came over to see the bed and bought some wig samples."

Hearing Lao Wen's words, the tight expression on the fat woman's face suddenly relaxed.

She opened the door and greeted us in, and said with a smile: "Don't blame me for being suspicious. I heard that some reporters plan to come over to visit the secretly in the past two days, let's talk in the house." As she said that, she closed the door again.

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

"With cooperation, search and search."

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

After searching, the fat woman boss completely let go of her vigilance. She didn't hide her words, and said it was in stock and asked us which one we wanted to see.

Lao Wen said: "Does there be steel wool balls, yellow willows, and pine hair curls? How many are there?"

The fat woman smiled and said that no one wanted the steel wicker ball, and there were twenty or thirty left. There were many people who wanted Huang Liu and Song Hair Curl, and there were not many left. If you want it, take you to see it."

I couldn't understand what he was saying at that time, and it was only afterwards that I understood.

The fat woman said all slander. His illegal crematorium not only does burning people, but also does a business of selling hair.

What hair do you sell?

Dead hair, of course

"Huangliu" refers to the hair of young girls under the age of 30, which means natural light yellow semi-long hair. "Pineapple curl" is also the hair of young girls, which refers to the kind that is naturally curled.

"Steel brush" refers to men's hair, which means men's hard and black burrs. This one is the cheapest and the lowest price. She has saved several sacks of steel brush in her crematorium.

In addition, there are black pine and ears of corn.

In the eyes of fat women, people will burn when they die. What should they do if they have to do with their hair? It’s better to cut it off and sell it for money. Anyway, no one can see it when cremated. This business is a huge profit that costs money.

Think about it.

How many people in China are bald people who need wigs?

Too many. But how many people are willing to buy their own hair for a few hundred yuan? Too few and too few. Moreover, the hair cuts from barber shops in major cities are all broken, incomplete, and high-quality real-life wigs cannot be made.

This was the result of this illegal industry. In the following years, Taobao online shopping developed vigorously, and many hairs on the Internet were of this source.

Are you afraid? Maybe the wig you brought is like this.

Back to the point, the fat woman led us in that night. At that time, I was a privately modified cold storage morgue on my right, and there were six or seven air-conditioning units installed at the back of the morgue.

Next to the morgue was the crematorium. He first burned it with coal and diesel. Later, because the smoke was too severe at night, he was afraid of being found, so he changed to a closed gas burn.

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The cottage next to the morgue is a display room. Generally, burned ashes are placed here. In addition, the exhibition room also sells urns, which include four types: wood, stone, iron, and jade.

The fat woman took Lao Wen to see her hair, while Brother Zhiyuan and I walked straight to the exhibition hall.

"What are you doing? You are not here to buy goods?" Two young men working in the crematorium stopped us.

I walked over and patted one of them on the shoulder, and whispered, "I will definitely buy the goods, but there is one more thing, can you help me?" As I said that, I secretly stuffed three hundred yuan into his pocket.

"What are you going to do?" The young man accepted the money calmly.

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

The young man looked up and thought for a while and whispered, "I remember that there are indeed three of them like this. They have already burned. What's wrong? Do you know each other?"

Hearing that it was already burning, Brother Zhiyuan subconsciously clenched his fists, and he gritted his teeth and let go again.

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

"Want ashes?"

The young man kept shook his head: "This kind of person who has no identity and has no claim, usually only keeps it for seven days. You should know that you have found it. We are not a regular place here, and once the shelf life is over, there is no need to keep it."

"In order to make room, we usually rush into the sewer."

Hearing this sentence, Brother Zhiyuan shook his body.

I hurriedly helped him.
Chapter completed!