In that instant, I couldn't help but feel angry.
People said that the crematorium was rich and that they could earn money from the dead. I didn't have any problem with that. However, they were making money and deceiving people at the same time. That was too much!
They weren't just some random things. They were the remains of their parents!
They had received a lot of money, but they had to bring back the remains of a stranger. They had to worship them every year, every year. What was wrong with them?
Moreover, in Fengshui, the remains of one's parents symbolized the luck of one's ancestors. If they brought back the wrong remains, how could they still have the blessing of their ancestors?
The people at the crematorium might not have taken it seriously, thinking that it was just a small mistake in their work to handle so many corpses in a day. But to the people involved, they only had one father and mother. A small mistake at the crematorium had caused a tragedy for the family.
I left the two porcelain jars in the room and angrily went to find Director Liu.
Fortunately, Director Liu hadn't gone far. When I came out of the room, I saw him and hurried to stop him. "What's going on?"
After Director Liu was stunned for a while, he finally understood what I meant. He immediately put on a mocking smile, waved his hand, and asked disdainfully, "We have always kept a record of these ashes, how can you say that they aren't your parents' ashes?
Let me say something unpleasant. No matter who they are, after they're burned, they're all ashes. How can you tell the difference? "
I pulled a long face and told him about how I had used the Ancestral Seeking Talisman. I emphasized that I was a Fengshui master from the Shenzhen Metaphysics Branch. I wasn't joking.
Director Liu smiled even more disdainfully, and said to me earnestly: "Young man, I don't understand what you're talking about, but everyone knows that it's just superstition and can't be taken seriously. Even if you go to court, no one will believe you.
All right, all right. Don't scare yourself. Take the ashes and go home. "
With that, he waved his hand and impatiently prepared to leave. From the looks of it, he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
I was worried and hurried to pull him back. "Director Liu, since you have a record, I won't ask for more. Can you help me check again?
Money isn't a problem. I just want to make sure that these are my parents' remains. "
Although Director Liu was greedy, I could tell from his appearance that he didn't lack money. Perhaps he was angered by my action of pulling him, he glared at me and spoke rudely.
"Why are you pulling and tugging at me?
I've explained it to you for a long time, but you didn't listen to me, did you?
We have a record of all the ashes here. If we say it's your parents' remains, it's your parents'!
If you continue to pester us, I will ask the security guards to kick you out! "
Then, he took out his phone from his pocket and looked as though he was about to call the security guards.
My face darkened. I coldly glanced at him and let go of his hand.
In the past, if I met such a person, I would definitely make him suffer. But now, I don't have any Dao Qi on me, so I can't be as straightforward and direct as before.
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From the looks of it, he had probably done this many times in the past.
I stood there and thought for a while. In the end, I left alone. I left the two jars in the crematorium.
They were other people's ashes. Perhaps someone would come to claim them.
Although I wasn't confident in my work in the crematorium, staying here would give me hope. It was better than being taken away by me.
After leaving the crematorium, I didn't go far. I checked into a hotel across the street and stayed there.
For the next two days, I was thinking about how to go to the crematorium to find my parents' ashes.
It wasn't hard to find them. I just needed to ask Tong Tong to help me simulate the Ancestral Seeking Talisman. Then, I would sneak into the crematorium and follow the talisman to find the ashes.
If it were before, it wouldn't be a problem for me. I could have done it in a few minutes.
But now, I had lost all of my power, and my body was still in a weak state. Not to mention anything else, I couldn't even climb over the walls of the crematorium that were covered with electric fences.
Tong Tong could easily sneak into the crematorium, but he couldn't do it alone. The Ancestral Seeking Talisman only worked within a certain range. I had to go there myself.
With no other choice, I could only stay here and slowly nurse my body. I didn't dare to hope that I could recover my Dao Qi, but at least when my body was healthy, with the help of my eyes, I could sneak into the crematorium. That shouldn't be too difficult.
Of course, I wasn't idle these days. When I had nothing to do, I would wander around the crematorium's entrance. I didn't find many valuable clues, but I bought a pack of cigarettes every day. Soon, I became familiar with the security guard.
After getting to know him, I started to ask him for information.
The security guard's surname was Wu, and he looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was a good talker. When I asked about the crematorium's management of the crematorium's ashes, he pouted his lips and said, "What management? The water is deep here."
I didn't understand, but Old Wu seemed to be interested in chatting. He took a sip of tea and said mysteriously, "Do you know why the crematorium earns so much money?"
I cooperated and shook my head. Old Wu slammed his hand on the table and sighed. "Because it earns money from the dead!"
I was confused. If the crematorium doesn't earn money from the dead, does it earn money from the living?
When I asked him again, Old Wu shook his head in pain. "I'm not talking about the business of burning people and selling the urns. Although this business earns money, it's not the main business of the crematorium. You outsiders wouldn't be able to guess that the real business is …"
Halfway through his sentence, I still didn't understand. Old Wu felt that he had said too much. He abruptly shut his mouth and took another sip of tea. "Forget it. Why do I need to talk to a young man like you? Let's not talk about these things. When you have time, play a game of chess with your uncle."
I hurried to give him the cigarette in my hand and pulled him to tell me more about the crematorium.
Old Wu was a talkative person. After I pulled him, he told me some of the secrets of the crematorium.
After listening to his explanation, I understood that what he meant by 'earning money from the dead' was actually making money from corpses!
Nowadays, the country promoted cremation. People who died in their homes in the countryside could still be buried in the dark. However, people who were sent to the hospital were forcibly sent to the crematorium.
Moreover, the corpses of people who died in car accidents or in criminal cases were all sent to the crematorium.
It was said that when a person died, the light would go out. But in fact, after death, only the soul would disappear. The body they left behind was still very useful. Old Wu was just a security guard, but he could casually talk about the organ trade, teaching, and many other uses of corpses. Each of these uses involved a terrifying amount of money.
These were the places he had mentioned to make money from the crematorium!
Of course, the crematorium didn't have the right to deal with the corpses. However, the main problem was that he could deceive everyone.
According to the crematorium's rules, when a dead person was placed in the furnace, outsiders couldn't watch. This gave the crematorium staff a chance to take action.
Usually, the crematorium staff would secretly detain the corpses that were in good condition when they were alive. Then, they would pretend to burn them in the furnace. They would find some ashes from the deceased and put them in a jar. Then, they would send them to the crematorium.
It was just like what Director Liu had said. No matter who they were, after they were burned, they would turn into ashes. No one would be able to tell them apart.
Because of the entanglement of benefits, Old Wu scoffed at my idea of managing the ashes of the corpses. The worst thing about crematoria was management. The more orderly they were, the more troublesome it would be to track them down. And the more chaotic it was, the more they could profit from it without any scruples.