My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"It was because you were fine when you came out that I was the one to ask questions."

Lin Xiang put on a cowardly look:

"I, I don't know anything. After working for so long, I don't even get a tael of silver."

"It's really long-winded. I just want to ask you a question. What did you find when you fumbled the corpse in Gaofu?"

"A letter."

"Have you read the content?"

"Didn't dare to look."

Bai Butou doesn't doubt

"They all went to Yizhuang to work, and they all slept like pigs."

Lin Xiang got up and called up all the corpse hunters in the Town God's Temple. They ran out of the Town God's Temple in a hurry after seeing Bai Tutou.

Outside, Xiao Fengxian rubbed her head:

"What happened yesterday? I felt like I slept very hard, and my head hurts when I wake up."

severed finger says:

"Same. Could it be that the Temple of the City God is not clean!"

"I'm going to ask my husband to take a look after work today, don't tell me that Master Chenghuang is dissatisfied!"

After a few of them discussed it, they began to raise funds.

Lin Xiang searched and found out a tael of silver.

I didn't expect to count him out in the end.

He suspected that these people were targeting him.

For the sake of money, less than a dozen corpse morgues came to Yizhuang together, and then went back to their respective morgues.

Lin Xiang pushed open the door of the morgue, strode in, and sat down on the straw mat.

Deng Yamen took a jug of wine and handed it to Lin Xiang through the back door:

"My mother brewed it herself, try it."

Lin Xiang pointed to the notice at the door:

"You don't need to drink it, but you can smell it."

Open the wine cover, the aroma of wine is overflowing.

"Good wine, good wine! Lianghua."

"It's good to be satisfied."

Deng Yamen servant sat outside and told Lin Xiang:

"I'm going to get married in a few days, and I want to invite you corpse-touchers to have a wedding wine, but my old father-in-law won't allow it."

"It's right not to allow it. Anyone who touches a corpse carries the smell of corpses. If ordinary people stay with us for a long time, their bodies will be damaged at least, and their families will be destroyed at worst."

Officer Deng was about to speak, when the corpse-carrying brothers came in with a corpse:

"Grade A corpse toucher Lin Xiang."

After the two brothers put down the body, they lifted the white cloth, and it turned out to be Mrs. Gao.

Lin Xiang's heart is very exciting at the moment.

It's a wonderful feeling to touch someone who kills himself.

Bai Baotou brought a middle-aged man to the outside of Lin Xiang's morgue:

"Lin Xiang. You must be careful with Mrs. Gao, and you must not offend him."

"Don't worry. I'm very polite."

The middle-aged man took out an ingot of twelve taels of gold and put it on the threshold:

"Can I watch it?"

"Sorry. The rules of the corpse toucher must be closed, the purpose is to protect the final dignity of the deceased. There will be no problems, and I will not hide anything privately."

Lin Xiang then closed the door of the morgue.

Light two sticks of incense.

Take off Mrs. Gao's shoes.

Rub the two sticks of incense on the two feet of the dead body respectively.

"I don't know how you would feel if you knew that the person who killed you touched your body."

Lin Xiang squatted down and began to touch inch by inch.

Mrs. Gao likes to wear ornaments, jade pendants, and Buddha beads very much, and Lin Xiang's iron plates take up most of them.

The final key is the chest.

Lin Xiang reached in, took out a piece of yellow paper, and put it on the iron plate.

Then he put his right hand into the chest of Mrs. Gao, and what he touched was a small book.

Carefully take it out.

It turned out to be a sword technique.

"The Sword of Life and Death"

【Records】

[Records of Gao Houqing's Causes]

(Surname Gao Ming Houqing, 89 years old, the head of the Gao family in Pingyang Prefecture.

Young and promising, young and mature; this is the evaluation of Gao Houqing by all the people who know the young.

He never does anything unrelated to reading, and his occasional entertainment is sitting under the tree at the door in autumn, playing chess with the wind and leaves.