I’m officially on duty today.
It’s a security guard in the “Long Mountain Down” neighborhood.
It also has a more widely known name, the Dragon Mountain Cemetery.
Work here free, 4,000 January.
It’s just that it’s always cool behind me when you’re at night.
1.
The Dragon Mountain cemetery is located north of a mountain known as the Dragon Ridge, south of the mountain, and north of the mountain.
There’s a dead lake under the mountain, and it’s so heavy, it’s just two words, it’s cold.
Buried here, too.
The Montagnard is already a desert hill where the villagers of dozens of miles are buried, with new graves covered with old graveyards, all kinds of paper money covered with squalid grasses and mudslides after the wind and rain. A slightly larger wind, a tanned wreath blowing away.
One of the bosses saw the wind water here, the mountains were like the ridge, facing the “sea”, and then he contracted the desert. The name of the graveyard of the mountain was definitely useless, and the “Long Mountain” of the high atmosphere came out.
Of course, the house is still in its early stages of development, and the wilderness is still a wilderness, except for the construction of a powerful gate at the foot of the hill, with three beautiful houses built next to it, the future “salehouse.”
Next to the “Sale House” is a ten-metre-and-a-half-metre slab, the security department of the Dragon Mountain.
There are two security guards in the security department, Chief Liu Shuigen, 50 years old, and Lieutenant Lin Tai Bai, 26 years old.
At the foot of the mountain, which is not flat, it is also necessary to cross the grassstone to get there.
We belong to the Runan Hills, with too many rocks, too big trees to grow, all of which are easy to survive.
By the time I walked through the bush of weeds and went to the security room to report, the handsome security uniform had become dirty.
Captain Liu Haegen was lying half in a chair, with his uniform wrinkled, dirty, like a bogus army, with his legs on the front table, where I had no idea he had a computer.
Liu Shuegan is half-swiped with short videos, and from time to time laughs, with a bottle of half a bottle of wine, three-dollar packs of cross-border cigarettes, big caps.
I knocked, and I went in, “Captain. I’m sorry.
Liu Shuegan raised his head and said to me, “Get a seat, I’ll finish the video.” Ha ha ha ha ha…”
I sat here for half an hour, and Liu Shuegan finally stood up, stretching a lazy waist, siping a bottle of wine, lighting a cigarette, showing a satisfied look, and then stretching a lazy waist, with a fat belly belly with a belly button.
He had a very common face, dark and wrinkled, and was about a metre tall.
When I was reading the Work Guide, he dragged him to the side and threw him, “Look what this thing is doing.” Show me you read. I’m sorry.
“Why are you so young and clean to do this?” Did you smoke?
I shake my head, work here is free and has $4,000 a month. This is definitely a high salary for us.
“It’s not good to see the grave. We’re on a 24-hour shift. I’ll take you one day today and you’ll do it yourself tomorrow. Drink?
I shake my head again.
“No smoking, no drinking, it’s hard for you. I’m sorry.
“I read novels. I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with all the beautiful people on the phone who don’t watch? And he pointed at the pot in the corner, and he continued, “There’s noodles in it, and then he goes hungry. Let’s go to the mountains at 7:00. Don’t call the captain. Call me Uncle Root. By the way, aren’t you afraid of that thing?”
“That thing? I’m sorry.
“We’re looking at a graveyard, aren’t you afraid of ghosts? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I don’t believe in ghosts. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t believe me, you don’t have to be fooled, let alone talk. He’s got a cigarette on his face in some serious places.
2.
I don’t believe in ghosts because I haven’t seen them.
The Dragon Hill cemetery is a large graveyard, but not the only one, where the dead are buried, because the land in the mountain is unable to grow crops and gives it the last value.
When I started primary school, I had to go up several hills, each with a grave bag, and for years without a ghost, so I didn’t believe in ghosts.
But not believing in ghosts doesn’t mean I’m not afraid.
At 7 a.m., he left on time to patrol the mountain, and Uncle Guen stabbed one of the contact points in the security room with a metal bar, which amounted to a hit.
I followed him with weeds deep in his knees, both wearing rubber shoes, mainly for snake protection.
At night, it’s the snake’s feeding time. It’s not funny when it bites.
Uncle Guang was throwing a long wooden stick in front of him, and he wanted to scare him.
The patrol was to take a turn around the whole mountain, four laps during the day and three laps at night.
In order to prevent the security guard from being lazy, the boss had placed dozens of metal contacts throughout the mountain, which were linked to the drawing of a “the” shape on the mountain, and the metal bar that I and Uncle Guen were holding would be stamped at each of the points and recorded on the computer, which was the purpose of the computer in the security room.
There were three high-pressure iron towers on the hill, which were not compatible with the mass graves of the mountains.
It’s getting dark, and my whole back is cold, and I can’t help but look back.
“Come on, you son of a bitch, you said you didn’t believe in ghosts. “Although he was in the front, he found me looking back.
“Uncle Guin, I can’t help it. I’m telling the truth.
“Remember, here we are the biggest. “I’m the biggest man, who doesn’t agree, stand up. I’m sorry.
I almost laughed, and fear was magically gone.
Every ten metres away will be a grave bag, a grey and black tablet will be set up by the rich, and a rock will be used in front of the tablet to build a small tent to burn paper.
There’s no money for that.
The graves were longer covered with weeds and wild-trees, and the summer season was filled with red thumbs.
The plant of the grave is burgeoning and probably rotting corpses provide some kind of nutrition.
It’s dark, “Uncle Root, I don’t get it. What’s the purpose of our mountain patrol? I’m sorry.
“Do you want to live in a neighborhood with no security patrols, no property? I’m sorry.
I swallowed a saliva: “I will live if I die.” I’m sorry.
“Haha…” he said, “I’d love to. We’re poor, poor thinkers. The rich people talk about it, and how can they come here to buy a house? I’m sorry.
We laugh at each other, Uncle Root is smarter than he looks.
By the way, this house is a lie to the people of the outside world, where the villagers of the neighborhood buried their ancestors. If they came to bury them, they would be fine. I’m sorry.
Saying that we had come to a new grave, with a high earth piled up with wreaths and stoned around it, that the tombstone was a high-altitude pie and that there were paper-coloured boys and girls on both sides, and that even though I did not believe in ghosts, it was cold in my heart.
The tombstone was followed by a metal contact point, which was marked with a metal bar.
I read the words on the tombstone with a faint light, saying, “The tomb of my beloved wife Zhang Xuan…”, age 29. And there’s a picture on it. It’s beautiful.
Uncle Guan took a tablet with his hand: “Doesn’t he love it?” I’m sorry.
I nodded my head: “Yes, otherwise it wouldn’t have been so cool.” It’s expensive. I’m sorry.
“What’s the point of all this? The woman’s husband is looking for her. She can’t drive. She drinks pesticides and dies. I’m sorry.
“Does the man regret it so he made it so beautiful? I’m sorry.
“She’s married. I’m sorry.
“So soon?” I was surprised.
He looked at me with the same eyes as he looked at disabled children: “How do I know one who looks at a grave?” If it wasn’t for the mother’s family, would it have been so nice to fix this grave? Right, here’s the focus. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“When she died, her husband was forced by her mother’s family to buy her a bunch of gold jewelry, which she didn’t wear when she was alive, but she was wearing gold and silver, and I was afraid someone would think about it. I’m sorry.
“Someone stole a grave?”
Uncle Guan took a shot of my shoulder: “The grave? It’s not that big, it’s a grave, it’s a light, it’s supposed to be hard to get out of here, and if you don’t leave, he won’t leave! Don’t touch hard, it’s worthless. I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize there was a risk to work that seemed so safe.
“The dead are good, the living are hard. “Uncle Guang says go ahead.
3
I went back to bed the next day and I was going on 24 hours alone.
The alarm clock was ringing at 6 o’clock, and Uncle Guen didn’t call me to take over and left quietly.
I was left alone in the security room and I ate two dry noodles, opened my backpack and started to pick up stuff from one place inside.
Sports cameras, this is the latest GO PRO, and the night view is shivering.
The Daeji drone, with an extra battery, can fly for 50 minutes.
Ipad, electricity is full.
A field multipurpose flashlight, full metal, with a sharp knife in its tail.
Seven o’clock. I tied my sports camera to my head. Let’s go.
In the early morning, a man walks in an empty graveyard, the wreaths of paper are blown by the wind, the vibes are shaking, and sometimes the “boys and girls” float like kites.
Occasionally through a new grave, the smell of rotting snorkels, the city was forced to cremate long ago, but the people who lay there enjoyed the privilege of the village — lying in the grave in its entirety.
I came to Zhumin’s grave, touched the picture on the tombstone and cried.
“I finally found you. * And I cried out loud * Those words are so hard-cut that you don’t deserve to say she loves her wife.
The stone on the tombstone is hard, but I’m still wiping it out.
“From this day on, I’ll always be with you. I’m here as a security guard and always watch over you. I’m sorry.
Until 9:00 I went back to the security room, the next mountain patrol was 10:00, and I had an hour.
I set up a shelf, and I turned my sports camera into my face and told my story.
My name is Lin Tai Bai, and I graduated from the University of Huaihai. I had a lover in college. Her name is Zhang Zhumin.
We used to teach in the remote Great South-West, which, despite its hardships, was the happiest day of my life.
Soon, the day of graduation came, and as intended, we were married as soon as we graduated, but we were not married, because I could not give a bride price of 300,000.
She cried, but her family was determined that without the money she would rather die than marry me.
When I went to see her at home, she had been on a hunger strike for three days.
I told her I had decided to break up with her because I fell in love with someone else and showed her pictures of me with another girl.
She looked at me with her red eyes, she wanted to cry without tears, she wanted to come and hit me, but she had no strength.
Fortunately, she started eating.
Out of her house, I tore up the picture, and the girl in the picture was invited for $200.
Then I asked her through a variety of channels and learned that she was very soon married and had two children, and then her husband approached her and she fought by suicide.
And now I’m coming.
4.
It was felt that late-night graveyards were the most frightening, not really, at noon.
Imagine, in the bright sun, there’s no one left, and a bulging grave bag tells you that there’s a dead man lying there, and that the metal-colored tin paper is made of “Golden Wonbao” , and it’s still shivers in the eyes.
The most abundant area of vegetation is the graves, and the leaves are so thick that they form the shades, and many of the graves are covered with snakes and scorpions, where they travel.
The snake here is a dark brown snake, the colour of the local soil, which the locals call “bold bars” and which is not long but rather strong, and which is very toxic.
I shot some snakes and scorpions with a sports camera on my head.
Back in the security room, I started editing on ipad.
I put my story in the front, and then I put on my security uniform, and I started to patrol the mountains, and the snakes and scorpions were inserted into it, and then I shed stones with my tears, and I confessed.
I cut a complete vlog, and I posted it on a video platform called “Travell Live,” and I wrote the following: “Small myself in fear and keep love forever.”
From today onwards, I will upload the graveyards that I filmed at night in order to make our stories more visible.
I put the ipad on the table with my hand, and all of a sudden, the clips were automatically played, and there was the sound, the sound, the ear, the meaning.
I don’t care where the bug is, the video stops when it’s unlocked, the fixed image is a face, the face on the tombstone, the whole face stretching over the screen, very vague and weird.
I almost threw ipad out, pressed the lock, and at the moment it was dark on the screen, I felt like I was looking black and leaning back.
Something’s wrong, I’m so sober, it’s definitely not low blood sugar or anything.
I reached out to see the phone or ipad, and I could see what was around.
But my arm touched something like a partition before reaching straight, and I immediately changed my hand, the same thing.
My back was sweaty. How could I get into a dark cage in the security room, and I pushed it so hard that I couldn’t move it?
I suddenly smelled a rotten smell, grass, and someone was lying on my face and smelled.
I had the fear of the past and heard the sound of broken bones.
“Ah-ha-ha-ha.” Scary laughter, but it sounds like a woman.
The voice pulled me out of the dark, and I found myself lying on the floor of the security room and the sun was bright outside the window.
Knock, knock, knock.
I sit up, I’m scared, and my right hand is red.
I went up and opened the door, and a skinny, hairy man stood outside the door in a yellow robe with a cigarette in his mouth and a compass.
He took me up and down, and he said, “Hey, little brother, let’s make a hole. I’m sorry.
I just noticed that there were four other people with iron and iron, one of whom immediately came and handed me a pack of cigarettes.
“No, no. “I waved out, but he put a cigarette in my pocket, and he was supposed to be the boss.
“Yes, yes. * This man’s mouth, yellow teeth, stench and smoke came to me and almost threw up *
And We looked at the Lord, when he was about 40 years old, and his eyes were blind, and his eyes were so narrow, and he was so light, and I knew his name was Chen Tam.
“Look at the cave, but I have to follow. It’s a company policy. I can’t bear the responsibility if some of them dig someone’s grave in broad daylight.
The yellow man looked at me, “Come on, little brother. Look at this. I’m sorry.
Locked the security door and I followed them up the hill.
On the way, the yellow man talked to me, and I knew he was a famous nearby Mr. Fung Shui, named Yu Dabao.
“Hey, little brother, you’ve got a good face, haven’t you recently been married? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, and it looked like Mr. Fung Shui wasn’t well. He laughed mysteriously.
“This is my card. He gave me a card at once, “Wedding, wedding, watching Fung Shui and the hostess, we can do it.” I’m sorry.
So Dabao saw me as a bit unhappy, and he added: “You shall find me, and I will give you a discount, if you have to deal with something difficult.” I’m sorry.
“What can I do? I rebut that.
“You’re looking at graveyards. I’m sorry.
Yu Dabao’s words make me murmur.
“Stop. This is it. @Dabao: #Dabao is crying to those in front.
A grave of honor.
5.
Chen Taek-de looked at the photograph on the tombstone and showed his yellow teeth.
“What are you looking at? I’m talking about here. Zhang Zhumin’s grave was pointed at Dabao and said, “Dig.” I’m sorry.
Four people started digging, and the weak Chen Zhen Zhen Zhen can’t go down with a yellow earth.
The mountain is no more rocky than the mountain in the south, and the four men then made a pit out of their waists with shovels.
As a result, Chen’s iron slab hit a rock under it and hit him with a slab.
The one who’s been smoking next to Daebao is here, and I’ve been looking at it.
Then Daebao shook his head: “This stone is called the gravestone. I’m sorry.
And Chen’s face was white, and he cried, and said, “Dabao, you broke it.” I’m sorry.
“The graveyard can’t be measured. “Show me the compass while you’re talking about it.” I’m sorry.
As soon as it came out, Chan had almost cried, and it was hard to roll around in the pits and insect reptiles.
Chan was lying on the floor, and the rock was groaning and finally stopped.
So he picks up the tungsten, and goes to Chen Zheng’s place where he stops, and he inserts it: “This is it, dig.” I’m sorry.
It’s just in front of Zhang Xuan’s grave.
The other three were face-to-face, and it was time for them to cry and let it go.
After the grave was dug, it was six o’clock and the whole grave was more than one metre wide and one metre deep.
I’m a little confused. It’s such a big hole that I’m about to have a double bed.
“What do you say, happy? @Dabao: @DaaBau says to Chan :
“I want to lie down and try.” I’m sorry.
“Go ahead. “When the voice of Dabao fell, Chen Zhue went down, lying there, closing his eyes, twisting his waist, and showing a colorful look.
I understood immediately that Chen had sex with him, pervert, and I scolded him.
“Come on, come on, come on. The blogger says:
“Who died?” I asked.
“You didn’t see it? It’s him. He’s late for lung cancer. I’m sorry.
6.
When Chan went down the mountain, I stuffed the smoke back to him, after all, I didn’t want anything dead, and this guy really disgusted me.
I sent them away, and I started a mountain patrol alone, with a feeling of fear and excitement.
The night before 12 o’clock is not a hard one, it is the late night, and it is distress and fear.
However, the scenery in the latter part of the night was beautiful, with stars in the sky, and the lake beneath the mountain also glowed.
But I didn’t really appreciate it, but I just wanted to blow the cold so I wouldn’t get so sleepy, and that’s when I heard the whizzing, and my head was awake.
I stopped, and only the sound of cracking came, and there was a plant on the hill, with a series of large leaves, and when the wind blows, the leaves collide, and the locals become “ghost hands.” I’m sorry.
Did I hear you wrong? Ooh, like a cat barking like a baby crying.
I turned off the flashlight, it was much darker than I thought.
In the darkness, I tried to identify the sound from the ears and reach out and balance my fingers across the tip of the grass.
The sound came closer: “Ooh…”
It’s the baby’s cry. I’ve got goose bumps.
How can a child cry in the middle of the night at the cemetery on the hillside?
In my heart, I scolded and went on walking and walked 50 and 60 metres, and I almost peed, and there was nothing in front of me, but the crying of my children was clear.
I couldn’t afford to go that far. I turned around and stopped two steps.
I remember where this is, where the tomb of Zhang Zhumin is, and where Chen Zhen’s pit is, the same, where the cries are coming from.
I walked forward with my hands and my voice became clearer, and it was confirmed that the crying of the child was dead.
When it was confirmed that I had turned on the flashlight, the hole was right in front of me, half of my body was taken down, and I saw the faces of two children whose tears and snots were mixed together, older than six years old and younger than two or three years old.
Don’t be afraid, I’ll pull you out. * Just the minute I got down, I thought, “Why are two kids here in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere? After all, it’s also a grave.
Is this a trap against me?
I looked around, the lights were dark, I couldn’t see anything.
Two kids staring at me with black eyes and the little one crying again.
“Mommy, Mama…”
“Don’t cry, brother will save us.” I’m sorry.
Milk and milk, but strong and mature.
What the fuck can a ghost do to me? I bit the power in my mouth and jumped.
I held the little boy up and pushed him out, and then I went to hold another kid, and my right hand touched a cold piece of meat.
It’s not the temperature human skin should have.
I dumped my right hand, stopped, and I watched the kid dead.
You should all have that experience, and at night, you take a flashlight and people don’t see you, and the boy just said, “Big brother will save us.”
How did he know I was my brother?
“Big brother…” And the kid said with the sound of tremors, “I’m scared, it hurts. I’m sorry.
One of my hands held his arm tight. That says to me, his arms are not cold.
I quickly removed the flashlight from my mouth and took the position from my right hand.
I took a breath of cool air, right under our feet, and four or five black snakes were entwined.
The thick and short body, the triangular snake head, is a big piece that bites and dies.
I pushed the kid up, and I went up on my ass.
The older children will be hugged and comforted.
I ran and pulled their clothes to see if there were any signs of snake bites.
Strange. Why didn’t the snake bite them?
And I returned to the underside with a flashlight, and the snakes came up like a big hairbrush, more like a cushion, and protected them when two children fell.
It’s too close.
“Big brother, Mom let us thank you. I’m sorry.
My goosebumps are back.
“Mom, where’s your mom?”
And by the big child’s finger, I looked at it, and his hand was a grave with a bonnet.
7.
At 6:50 a.m., Uncle Guen arrived and saw two children sleeping in the security room.
I took him outside to tell me what happened at night.
“I know these two little guys, the big one, the little one, the little one. Uncle Guan took a deep smoke and said, “They come all the time the kids miss their mother and come here to see them. It was just the first night of the day. Chan has dug a hole so big, it’s not good enough. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you bite the snakes? And the kids said that Mom was with them. I’m sorry.
“Yuck. “The snake thing, if you don’t mess with it, it won’t bite you. My granddaughter has been pointing at air conditioners since she was two years old, saying there’s someone on the air conditioner who scared the whole family. I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
“Hey, she means the Hal brothers on the air conditioner. I’m sorry.
I laughed, and I felt a little relieved.
“Ha ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I’m sorry.
I said, “What did you just say? I’m sorry.
“The joke, the video. What do you think, funny? You’re in class, I have to go. I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
“Buy some food for the kids. “Uncle Root hasn’t returned yet.
After Uncle Guang left, the two kids woke up, and I pulled the big one.
In the morning, he said he and his brother would be beaten up at home by their father and their new mother, who liked to stay here with their mother, who always slept during the day and came out at night.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but can a 5 or 6-year-old make up such lies?
After eating Uncle Root’s little cage, the two kids had fun.
“You’ll send them home later. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’ll send?”
“I’m out of work? Of course you sent it. I’m sorry.
8.
He’s almost six years old, but he’s not his age and he’s been showing me the way in my electric car. The more mature he is, the more afraid I am.
In the morning and in the morning, they were living in a small settlement, and they found their home in a sprain, with a mahjong table in front of the house, with one of the handsome men carrying a smoke and shattering cards while the clouds were sprayed and a woman with a heavy make-up around him.
I just stopped and two kids jumped off the electric car. They didn’t speak. They went straight inside.
“Shit, bad card. “Who lets you in? I’m sorry.
He’s the kid’s dad.
And the morning and the sky were set there in squalor.
“The child wants his mother, you don’t know what she wants. “Come, take the money and get some food in the shop.” I’m sorry.
She took five bucks out of the table, but the two kids were down.
“Fuck you, you son of a bitch! “And he stood up without saying anything, and kicked him two metres away in the morning, and his hands were not idle, and one of his hands threw him out of the sky, and he fell upon the ground, all over his face, and a bang was made.
The whole movement is grotesque.
I’m staring at you, but I’m sure I’m used to it.
I didn’t say a word in the morning, and I got up and hugged some of my stinging brother.
“Come on, let the outsiders see it and think it’s me. The woman looked at me and said, “Hey, little brother, you’re from the Dragon Mountain cemetery, thank you. She took another $20 to pass it to me, “Oh, you can’t run for nothing. I’m sorry.
I didn’t pick up, a screw-up, left.
“Dog, son of a bitch, do you know how much I spent for your mother’s sake?” I heard the water scolding behind my back.
9
My work is on track, and online fans are on the rise, and the first month’s reward has been $5,000, and I’m far from being a red anchor, but I’m already well enough.
I wonder what happened that day, but the feeling of earning money has made me forget these impatiences.
“Brothers look better and better. “It’s normal to wear a POLO shirt and jeans this time.
I noded, “Adaptated.” I’m sorry.
“What do you think this graveyard has to see? We’re all so quiet here. I’m sorry.
I noded again. I didn’t answer him.
“O man, die and die. Not even yellow soil. If I die, my eyes, my heart, my liver, all of it, for the good of others. I’m sorry.
“Everyone like you, nobody’s looking for you. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha ha right. It’s a man of understanding, yes. It’s only been two days. I’m sorry.
So Dabao came up with an envelope and put it in front of me: “This kid can’t be buried in the day, he can’t be buried in the night, he can find you at night, and on the day he comes, you send me a text, tell me when you’re on duty, two hours, and then he goes up to the mountain and burys people. I’m sorry.
I touched the envelope, $1,000.
“Why do I have to be on duty? I’m sorry.
“Lao Shuigen has no idea. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “A thousand dollars is not enough. I’m sorry.
“Is the little brother too greedy? That’s it. I’m sorry.
“It’s not too small to be buried at night, and you’ll dig out a man from someone else’s grave.” I’m sorry.
Yu was surprised and recovered soon: “How can you see that?” I’m sorry.
Who can’t tell when Chen has a German tan. They’re getting married with a face. But didn’t you get married? Besides, can her mother’s family agree?
“I thought you knew, $5,000, okay? I’m sorry.
I took out my cell phone, “Pay the treasure or Weiss.” I’m sorry.
“We believe, I think we can work together for a long time.” I’m sorry.
I sent him away. I added a meal to myself.
I just took two bites and knocked on the door, and I opened the door, and I saw him in the morning, and his face was gray, his nose was on his eyebrow, and his clothes were so dirty.
Brother! “Can you bury my brother with Mom?” I’m sorry.
10,
Liang is dead, eating peanut cards, but of course he can’t be buried with his mother. As far as I’m concerned, this three-year-old boy is dead, and he’s thrown into a gutter, and he’s not very good.
I comforted him in the morning and told him that the adults would take care of everything.
“But, brother, brother wants his mother, I want him to be with his mother, I have brought him. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
“Dad threw his brother in a ditch, I carried his brother back, but I left him there. ‘His fingers are tens of metres away, and the grass is going to be taller.’
I’ll have him show me.
He didn’t lie. He really carried his brother.
He was lying in the grass wearing white T-shirts with cartoons, fancy shorts, sandals on his feet, little heads, all gray skin, dead for days, skin falling off when he touched, skin falling off his wrists, just because he was dragged in the morning.
I threw up all the food.
“Big brother, his brother hasn’t bathed in days. It stinks. “The morning comforts me.
I buried him next to him, not knowing whether it was out of sympathy for the brothers or out of guilt.
After all this, I left in the morning with a bit of joy, but I couldn’t.
11,
A week later, Chen died as promised, on the day he was supposed to be buried at the beginning of September, on the day I was on duty, but I had a shift with Uncle Guen.
He was buried only eight nights in early September, when there was rain and heavy rain.
It was not 12 o’clock, and a minivan came and stopped at the gate and a dozen people in raincoats jumped.
There’s a coffin in the car.
Dabao and two men went into the security room and they took off their raincoats, and it was only then that I found out that one of them was the lookout water and the third had yellow hair, which was my age.
I looked at the water and looked at Dabao, and I couldn’t hide my amazing look.
So Dabao looked at me and said, “Someone sent a message to Liang about what happened tonight. Obviously trying to destroy it. I’m sorry.
“I’ve known this before.” You don’t have to tell him. I’m sorry.
“That’s right, this is Zhang Zhusheng, Zhang Zheng Zheng. Mother’s family, husband’s family, no one’s lying about it. “It’s not like it’s like it’s like laughing at you before.”
“No interest. What good can I do? “I was wearing a raincoat and I said,
The men carried the coffin up the mountain, and they carried it to their destination, and the rest was made by Daebao, Liang and Zhang Tiger.
The road to the mountains was muddy, and I finally figured out what was in it.
Both Zhang Ho-sheng and Liang Su Shui received money from Chen Zheng, while Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zheng spent money on the dissolution of the relationship with Zhang Zhuhan and sold his daughter’s body to Chen Zhu Zheng Zheng.
Why did Liang look at the water come after him because he was taking away a gold and silver jewelry that he wore?
The rain was growing, the coffin was carried by eight people, and there were two others who needed to rest and replace it immediately.
It is easy to go up a mountain, but it is not easy to go up a mountain with coffins in it.
“You’re killing us, little brother. How do you choose this day? #Dabao says in my ear #
I pointed to the coffin and didn’t speak, which means clearly that Chen died in bad times.
When the destination arrived, the troupe lay down its coffin and went down without a stop.
Zhang Hu Sung and Liang looked at the water with shovels and shovels and dug up a esteemed grave.
His husband and brother sold her after she died for money.
12,
In the rain, the snakes and scorpions were not out, the earth was soft, and soon they dug up the coffin.
I didn’t want to get involved too deep, standing a dozen metres away.
The water yelling made me realize something was wrong and ran over.
The coffin had been ripped open, and Daebao had an umbrella on it so that the rain would not flow directly into the coffin.
The flashlight was on the face of a man with bones, rotting flesh and sticky hair, but her half face was dented and punched.
“Earrings, gold earrings missing one. “What do you security think?” I’m sorry.
“How can someone steal a tomb with an earring and a bracelet and a necklace? I’m sorry.
“There’s only one less. Finish it. I have to go home and play games. Zhang Tiger became impatient and said:
Three men bending over to the coffin, and I went further.
About three minutes later, something happened, and a shining lightning almost lights up the whole mountain, and I cannot help but look up at the dark sky.
The white lightning came out of the air and was connected to the ground and boomed.
The lightning struck a coffin of honor, as well as three living people who were carrying their bodies out, but I am sure they will not live long.
13,
The three men excavated the women during the night, couldn’t see the sky, struck them with thunder, their bodies were charred with high temperatures, died instantly and justice prevailed over evil. There was both hate and karma, and what happened at the Dragon Mountain cemetery spread over the Internet.
And me, I filmed the whole process, the biggest traffic was mine.
A few days later, at 3 p.m., I was in the security room and I cut the film. I heard someone unlocking the door.
Liu Shuegan came in with half a bottle of white wine, and his face was so red that he pulled a chair in front of me.
Kobayashi, I saw you online. Since when did Zhang Gohan become your lover? I’m sorry.
I picked up his bottle and took a sip.
“You don’t really think I like to watch graves here, do you? I’m sorry.
Before I came here, I never heard the name Zhang Zhang Zhumin, who was just a perfect person.
I did teach in the Great Southwest, but I didn’t have a lover.
Later, there was a woman teacher, who put her medicine on a child with a cold acne, wiped her nose and played with the children… …smoke so sweet, so kind, it’s all filmed down by a camera, and without it, she’s gonna look like she’s sick and breathing with these kids.
She told me that she hated the children, that they were disgusting and poor, and that the children were just part of her set.
She’s hot online, called the most beautiful teacher, making a lot of money.
I saw through her another way of working in the world. Why must I be me? I can become another person under the lens.
Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhuhan helped me finish my set. I’m in love with you.
Uncle Guan Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Why didn’t I think of that? I’m sorry.
Uncle Guan looked around and said, “What about your own plane that can fly?” I’m sorry.
He’s talking about my UAV.
“Damn. I’m sorry.
“Did you fly out in the rain and get hit by lightning? He looked at me with a cold smile.
I didn’t look into his eyes and looked through the window to the high-pressure tower on the hill.
The wires above the tower are so thick as to have a wrist, a voltage of 800,000 volts, and in the rainy weather, a kite is used to guide the power down.
The iron tower of the steel frame is about 40 metres high, and my drone can fly 300 metres, even in extreme weather.
A drone with a kite line pulls 800,000 volts of electricity down to humans.
“The sky is thunder and lightning, ha ha, you don’t see it. You’re the sky, these three beasts. I’m sorry.
“You know why I’m teaching? I asked him, and I didn’t wait for him to answer, and I went on to say, “I love children. Liang didn’t die of peanuts. He was killed. I’m sorry.
Liu Shuigen groaned, and I wonder if he believed it: “But it’s also a good story that they died, can they give you more powder?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer.
Liu Shuigen exclaimed: “The dead are the dead, the living are the dead.” You’re the only one who said that. I’m sorry.
And when he left, it was as if he had thought of something, and said, “You should not pair the dead.” I’m sorry.
Liu Shuagan is about me and Zhang Zhumin, and I told him again that it was just a man.
I’m an ordinary security guard at the graveyard. Who’s gonna visit my vlog?
Remembering Zhang Quan, I remember that day, the smell of rotting and the low groaning a gushing of fear, my hair numbed, when my hands touched the wall, it was wood, it was clearly a coffin.
I punched, and Zhang Zhumin’s face collapsed, and her earring disappeared…
I was on the ground, looking everywhere, nothing.
It’s nothing but a hiccup after my night shift. It’s a coincidence that the lost earring, the fallen face.
My eyes fell under the computer table, and then I fell down again, and I looked around the corner with a flashlight, and a golden earring was lying there…
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
