13 Mink Street

Chapter 40: It's my turn

　　 Aunt Winnie was on the phone and saw Aunt Mary passing by the living room with a coffee pot in her hand.

　　 "I'll deliver it to you later." Aunt Winnie said to Aunt Mary with the microphone.

　　 "It's okay, I took it down by myself. The death of the mother and daughter who jumped off the building is a bit miserable. I am afraid that Molly will be afraid if she stays alone for a long time."

"OK."

　　 Aunt Winnie smiled.

　　 continued to dial the next call while making notes on the next roster.

　　 She doesn't know what souvenir her nephew is going to give, but what everyone in the Immeles family dislikes most is that they stop and do nothing. After all, the depressive atmosphere can be extremely tormenting.

　　 Aunt Mary took the coffee pot back to the basement,

　　 Standing at the door of the workshop,

　　 She watched with some surprise as Ms. Molly was sewing the skin of the corpse with a needle and thread.

　　The needle was put down quickly, without any hesitation, everything seemed natural and calm.

　　 "You really surprised me."

　　 Ms. Molly smiled when she heard Aunt Mary’s words and said:

　　 "Just thinking that they died so pitifully, I don't feel scared at all. Am I normal like this, madam?"

　　 "As I said, just call me Mary. It's normal for you. In fact, most people will not be afraid of the remains of their loved ones."

　　 "But they are not my relatives."

　　 "Poorness is also an emotional fetter."

　　 Aunt Mary sighed and sat down on another round stool next to her.

　　 Hisuo and his mother are easier to deal with. If Hiso is poisoned to death, he only needs to put on makeup;

Hiso’s mother was hanged. The makeup needs to be thicker. The fracture in the neck can be covered with clothes. Then the leather is tightened with stapler nails on the back of the neck, so that it can look normal when lying in the coffin. .

　　 Tomorrow will be the mourning service, so there is not much time reserved, plus the four bodies are coming together, even if Molly is an assistant, we still have to hurry up.

　　 In addition, the mother and daughter who died by jumping off the building had severe facial damage and needed to be refilled and sutured.

　　 Aunt Mary also picked up the needle and thread, and said to Ms. Molly:

　　 "Molly, do you have any pigskin left over there?"

　　 "Here." Ms. Molly handed the plate over.

　　 "How useless of you?" Aunt Mary glanced at the plate, then stood up curiously and looked at Molly's face, which had been repaired for most of her face.

　　 "I just need to keep her face normal. I took the skin from other parts of her body and used it."

　　 "This is not appropriate."

　　 "Isn't it appropriate?" Ms. Molly wondered, "I think, if I were them, I would rather choose to use skin from other parts of my body to stitch on my face instead of pigskin."

　　 Aunt Mary suddenly felt that Ms. Molly’s words made sense, because she would make such a choice because of empathy.

but,

　　 After a while,

　　 Aunt Mary still speaks:

　　 "The relatives would not like it if they knew it."

　　 "Okay, I see."

　　 Aunt Mary looked at the girl in front of her who was being repaired by herself, sighed, and said:

　　 "Sometimes, I really feel helpless."

　　 Ms. Molly picked up the coffee cup and drank it in one go;

　　 Then he said while pulling the needle and thread:

　　 "Madam..."

　　 "Call me Mary."

　　 "Mary, life is like durian cake sometimes, maybe it just smells bad."

　　 Aunt Mary thought Molly was just comforting herself,

　　 therefore joked correspondingly:

　　 "But I am allergic to durian."

　　...

　　 "The coffins can be placed side by side, here is the husband's, the wife's here, the mother's here, the little girl's... just put it in the middle." Mason made the arrangement, and Ron stood aside and nodded.

　　 "The tables and chairs are all laid out a bit, so that guests don’t need to sit inside, but put them all in the yard, so that the internal space can appear larger."

　　 "As for the drinks, they will be delivered later. They are all good drinks."

　　 "For the food, my nephew Karen will do it."

　　 "You arranged well, sir." Ron said.

　　 Mason took a few steps back,

　　 bowed to the location of the morgue in the living room on the first floor;

　　 Ron curiously said, "Sir, the coffin hasn't been put up yet."

　　 "I will feel sick when I bow before the coffin is placed."

　　 "It won't be possible, sir, although the death is a bit miserable, but we are not dead..."

　　 "Ron, I am disgusting myself."

　　 Ron stopped speaking.

　　 Mason opened the gauze curtains of the windows on the first floor and saw the crowd still gathering outside the courtyard.

　　 "They are very neat, since I came back at noon until now, they have been very neat, look now, what are they doing, are they practicing chanting slogans?"

　　 "Yes, sir." Ron nodded, "They are indeed practicing shouting slogans, I think they should be prepared for tomorrow."

　　 "But it should be evacuated. The reporters' cars have already left."

　　 Mason took out a cigarette and handed it to Ron;

　　 Ron took out the lighter and helped Mason and himself set it on.

　　 "In fact, I really hope to arrange a double-barreled shotgun at the mourning meeting tomorrow. When the mourning begins, I will walk out with the gun."

　　 "Oh, sir, you are not authentic like this."

"Is it…"

　　 "I need two double-barreled shotguns, otherwise what do I use."

　　 "Yes, two."

　　 Mason pointed in a direction: "You will come out from there tomorrow with the gun, and I will come in from the door with the gun, and we will be like this bang bang!"

　　 "Yes, yes, it's better to make a barbed wire fence at the door in advance to stop them."

"Yes, exactly."

　　 Mason with a cigarette in his hands suddenly fell into a depression, and Ron was the same.

　　 Two big men stood face to face in the empty mourning hall;

　　 "Ron, go outside to see if the drink cart has arrived."

　　 "Okay, sir."

　　 In the courtyard,

　　 Alfred sitting on the chair with his legs up;

　　 A few female reporters outside even took a few photos towards him.

　　 Ron walked out, looked at the shadow of the drink trolley outside, stopped, looked at Alfred, and asked:

　　 "Hey, man, I always think you look good in work clothes. Which store did you buy it?"

　　 "The boutique clothing store on Rhine Street." Alfred replied.

　　 That is the neighborhood where Piaget and Mrs. Seymour live. It can't be called the rich area anymore, it must be called the "noble person area."

　　 Ron smiled immediately when he heard this;

　　 "Yes, I often buy clothes there. The clothes in other clothing stores don't have that smell."

　　 "Indeed." Alfred tugged at his collar, "I am the same outfit designed by His Royal Highness the Prince of the Royal Family of Ruilan last year in the Mining District of Belwyn for the people."

　　 Ruilan has a royal family, but in many cases it is just a mascot. From time to time, it will provide various lace news for the Ruilan people to enrich the national amateur life.

　　 "Man, you shouldn't be a corpse mover, you can be a salesman, and the commission will be higher." Ron suggested.

　　Alfred smiled.

　　 lowered his hat a bit to block the moonlight that had come out,

road;

　　 "But I prefer to be in contact with corpses. Different corpses can give me different touches. I like this job."

　　 "hiss..."

　　 Hearing this, Ron, the old corpse mover, couldn't help but get some goose bumps.

　　 "Miss Mina and they came back from school. I will meet them so that they won't be frightened by the hyenas returning outside."

"OK."

　　 Alfred stretched slightly,

　　 looked up at the third floor window sill obliquely behind,

　　 There was a young figure sitting there.

　　...

　　 "The people outside finally left." Karen said while peeling the orange.

　　 Pu'er drank lipstick tea, and then began to taste the bowl of carp roasted noodles in front of it.

　　 "It tastes good, but I think this dish should be better."

　　 "Because not all of our family are cats, I have to prepare dinner for the whole family after I have done it for you."

　　 "I will forgive you this time, because of the face of the new dishes."

"Ha ha."

　　 Karen threw the orange peels into the trash can beside the dining table, then walked to the second floor, shook the rope at the corner of the stairs, and the crisp bells rang.

　　 Originally there was no such thing in the house, it was Karen's own arrangement.

　　 Every time I prepare a dinner and shake the bells waiting for the family to gather to prepare to eat, I can always give myself a sense of ritual satisfaction.

dinner's ready.

Mina, Lent, and Chris, who came back from school, didn’t know what was happening at home today, but they could feel that the adults’ moods were generally not high today, so they originally liked to share school fun facts at the dinner table. Today is also very quiet wittily.

　　 Diss was still sitting in the main seat, his eyes swept across the faces of the family, and he said:

　　 "When enjoying food, you need to be as enthusiastic and cheerful as possible. This is the most basic respect for the person who prepares the food."

　　 Everyone picked up their forks and started eating.

　　 Diss was the first to finish eating again and left the table.

　　 After Diss left, Uncle Mason said to everyone:

　　 "Mina, Chrissy, and Lunt, please leave at home tomorrow to help. Except for Mary and Molly, everyone else will rest early tonight and will start work at four tomorrow."

　　After dinner,

　　 Except for Aunt Mary who wants to stay up late with Ms. Molly to rush to work, the others rested early.

　　 Karen took a shower and walked back to the bedroom.

　　 "Brother, did something happen at home?"

　　 "It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much, go to bed early."

　　 "Well, brother, you go to bed earlier."

　　 Karen sat down at the desk, took out the "Order of Light" again, and re-read.

　　 This time, he didn't skip the page, but seriously looked back from the beginning of the mythological narrative.

　　 After twelve o'clock in the clock, Karen quietly put away the book, quite unfinished.

　　 The atmosphere and sense of substitution in this reading are simply incomparable to yesterday.

　　 go to bed,

　　 lights out,

　　 Karen looked out the window silently,

　　 You look forward to tomorrow,

　　 I expected,

　　 is tomorrow night.

　　...

　　 three thirty,

　　 The lights in Inmelais's house are already on.

　　 Ron and Alfred put the remains of a family of four into the coffin, pushed them out of the basement, and placed them in the mourning hall.

　　 And at this time,

　　 There was a knock on the door outside.

　　 Uncle Mason with a cigarette in his mouth cursed: "Heh, so early."

　　 Mina went and opened the door: "Uncle Lott."

　　 Standing at the door is the Roth family, and even Sarah’s grandmother was supported here by his daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

　　At this point, it's very cold outside;

　　Rot carefully asked Mason inside while rubbing his hands:

　　 "Excuse me, can I have a look now and see Hisoso?"

　　 "Okay, please come in."

　　 Uncle Mason immediately raised his hand and motioned to put the music on there.

　　 Then,

　　 He, Alfred and Ron stood on both sides, signaling that the Roth family can come in and mourn.

　　 The time of mourning was not long, but after looking at each coffin, the family gathered at the door again.

　　 Uncle Mason took the initiative to ask, "Shall I drive you home?"

　　 "No, no, no, if you are busy today, there will be no trouble."

　　 Lott looks a lot older, and there is no luster in his eyes.

　　 At this time, Rot's old mother took out an envelope from her arms, covered it with black gauze, and handed it to Mason.

　　 This is a deposit.

　　 Mason shook his head and said: "The funeral expenses have been paid, and there is no one to collect the money."

　　 The whole family is dead, who will collect the money?

　　 The old grandmother insisted: "Not much, just a little bit of heart, for funerals."

　　 Uncle Mason smiled politely: "Old lady, the funeral expenses have already been paid."

　　 But the old grandma stubbornly stuffed the envelope into Mason’s pocket.

　　 Lips trembled,

　　 bit out a few words:

　　 "Their money...dirty."

　　 Uncle Mason's face turned red immediately, he raised his neck and took a deep breath.

　　Rot pulled his old mother back and motioned to his wife to take his mother out first. He took the initiative to apologize to Mason:

　　 "I'm sorry, my mother didn't mean that, but...just..."

　　 "It's okay, I know, I understand." Uncle Mason's eyes were a little red, but he asked again: "I should send you a car to take you home. By the way, how did you get here?"

　　 At this point, there is no tram.

　　 "No, let's not go home yet. Today I plan to take my family to a nearby park, sit for a day, and then catch the latest tram back.

　　 A reporter came to me last night and gave me money, a lot, five thousand rupee. They said that I would come here for an interview today. After the interview is completed, they will give me another 5,000 rupee.

　　 I refused and told them to find someone else, but I was afraid that they would come to my house to find me again today, so I wanted to take my family to hide first.

　　Together, it is ten thousand rupee. Even if the whole year is summer, I can't make so much from selling slippers. "

　　 Lott took out his cigarette from his pocket,

　　 smiled,

　　 "I won't give you cheap cigarettes."

　　 He bit one in his mouth, took out a match, and lit it,

　　 turned around,

　　 said while walking outside;

　　 "When I came out to hide, I was afraid that I would really not be able to withstand the temptation of 10,000 Lu coins by then. Alas, a lot of money."

　　...

　　 Karen woke up at half past seven.

　　His work and rest have always been very stable. Even if there is something in the morning at home, he doesn't have to get up early. For example, today, his duty is meals, breakfast is not in it, only lunch and afternoon snacks.

　　 Standing on the windowsill on the third floor and looking out, it was already very lively outside.

　　 The group of "white roses" that appeared yesterday, gathered again today, still sitting still and shouting slogans.

　　 At the same time, a group of “workers” with obvious stains on their faces in work uniforms came here holding slogan signs and joined the demonstration.

　　 didn't know this morning, where did they get off the night shift and made them so dirty that they didn't want to take a break and rushed over.

　　 The reporters have also arrived and started taking pictures.

　　 Of course, this is still morning, and it will definitely be more lively when it's noon.

Karen ate breakfast first, and habitually flipped through the newspapers during breakfast. "Luo Jia Daily" was crazy today. The first edition, the second edition, and the third edition are almost half of the newspapers, which are completely tracking the protest workers. Represents the suicide incident of the whole family.

　　 And, in the process of describing the incident, a lot of attacks on the old mayor were added.

　　 doesn't seem to be reading news reports anymore, it is more like reading suspense novels, because many details here seem to imply that because the parade made the old mayor lose face, the old mayor sent someone to assassinate them.

　　 Are you not satisfied with normal suicide?

　　 Karen noticed the editor-in-chief's name... Humill.

　　 After eating breakfast, Karen began to prepare food for noon.

　　 The grandfather in the priest’s clothes just went downstairs;

　　 "Grandpa, did you have breakfast?"

"Ate."

　　 "Yeah." Karen nodded and continued to wrap his own spring rolls.

　　 There’s definitely no need to make delicacies for the meals. Karen also doesn’t bother to do something meticulously. Fried spring rolls, fried egg pie with egg fried rice, these three tubes are enough.

　　 Next, in the busy process of the kitchen, Karen clearly heard the rising noise downstairs;

　　 some crying,

　　 There are lectures,

　　 even chanted neatly:

　　 "Sixson, get out and apologize!"

　　 at half past ten,

　　 Karen went downstairs with spring rolls. Mina, Lunt and Chris saw it, and they all went upstairs to help fetch food and arrange plates. It was a buffet style. If you want to eat, you can take your own plate. The same goes for drinks.

　　 put down the plate,

　　 Karen wiped her hands on her apron;

　　 At this time, Grandpa was standing beside the coffin and praying, and the crowd below were performing to their heart's content;

　　 There are a few local celebrities who performed particularly ostentatiously, crying with the coffin of the Hisoso family, as if it was his parents who died.

　　The reporters struggled to capture these moments;

There was also a female celebrity who was wearing a black dress and looked very cold. She first walked to the corner of the bathroom with her assistant. When she came out, she should have wiped something in her eyes. She stood straight under the coffin, tears in her eyes. Slowly dripping from the eye socket.

　　 The assistant next to him immediately ordered the reporters to take pictures.

　　 After shooting,

　　 While she took the handkerchief from the assistant and wiped her eyes, she complained quietly:

　　 "It's too noisy here, and it affects my rest."

　　The assistant whispered comfortingly: "This is over, this is over, the appearance fee is 100,000 RUB."

　　 The female star's expression immediately eased a lot.

　　 It’s just that when they talked, they almost ignored the waiter who was standing next to them wearing an apron... Karen.

　　 Next, some celebrities from Luojia City came to offer flowers and condolences, and then stood in the middle of the platform one by one to speak, and the targets of criticism were the old mayor of Sickson.

　　 The Mr. Morff caught Karen’s attention.

　　 "Mr. Morf is here, take a quick shot."

　　 "Take a quick shot, the one in the front is blocking the camera."

　　 Morph?

　　 A very tall middle-aged man who wakes up very well and moves very gracefully.

　　It was not his appearance that he attracted Karen, but because Karen happened to have a pack of Molf gold frame cigarettes in his pocket, which was produced by his cigarette factory.

　　 "Karen."

　　 A familiar voice came from Piaget.

　　 "Mr. Piaget, you have to line up there if you are in mourning," Karen reminded.

　　 Piaget shook his head and said, "I don't know them, so I won't mourn."

　　 "Oh, yes, do you have spring rolls?"

　　 "Huh? I'll try it."

　　 Piaget took a bite of the spring rolls, pointed to the dipping sauce next to him, and asked, "Is this fruit vinegar and why is it black?"

　　 "It's vinegar." Karen replied.

　　There are several kinds of dipping sauces beside spring rolls and eggplants, including sweet sauce, hot sauce and sesame sauce, as well as local sauces from Roja.

　　 Piaget dipped the spring rolls in vinegar and put them in the mouth, nodding:

　　 "I think this food should be the most suitable with it."

　　 "Yes, your taste is the same as mine."

　　 However, a lot of spring rolls have been eaten on the table, and other dipping ingredients have been supplemented two or three times, but this vinegar has not been passive.

　　 "Daris is here, Daris!"

　　 Environmental protection girl Dai Lisi appeared here, and there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

　　 Dai Lisi also gave a speech, and the reporters quickly recorded her speech with notebooks.

　　 is not to protect the environment, but to criticize the four coffins lying here today. It is a trampling on freedom and democracy, and a trampling on human rights.

　　 Especially the last few shouts:

　　"Who is it that gave him the courage to do this!

　　 Who is it that gave him the qualification to do this!

　　He, how dare to do this! "

　　Dailysi used "he" instead of "men", and used very clear specifics.

　　 "What a terrible speech." Piaget was still eating spring rolls dipped in vinegar.

　　 Karen said: "I thought she was here to criticize that the four coffins should not be buried together. This is not environmentally friendly."

　　 "Hehe." Piaget smiled, "Is it busy today?"

　　 "Yeah." Karen nodded.

But looking at it, except for the three children of Mina, Lunt, and Chrissy, who shuttled in the crowd, delivering food or pouring water, like Uncle Mason, Aunt Mary, and Aunt Winnie, they all just stood there with their expressions frozen. , Like a pair of puppets.

　　 "I don't like this feeling." Karen said.

　　 This is like in the Crown Ballroom, where a crowd of people stepped on the "corpse" and danced.

　　 With so many people present, how many of them are really here for the Hisoso family?

　　 Piaget nodded, as if he understood something, so he didn't say that he recommended this business to the Karen family.

　　 After the environmental girl Deris went down, the old congressman Haggett took the stage and led a group of congressmen to shout slogans:

　　 "For the Eastern District, for the Eastern District, for the Eastern District!"

　　 "Let the traitor go to hell! Let the traitor go to hell!"

They shouted slogans and left the mourning hall all the way. Next, they will go all the way to the Eastern District, which has already been warmed up almost. They only waited for them to pass, together with Mr. Ford, to fully arouse the public grievances in the Eastern District. The old mayor’s iron ticket warehouse became a vanguard against him.

　　 "Oh." Piaget sighed. He seemed to be full and put down his plate, "I don't like politics."

　　 "Yes, I don't like it either."

　　 Piaget said: "I have a headache when I think about voting against a group of fools; but sometimes, I will realize that I am actually a fool."

　　 "You sum it up very accurately, would you like some egg fried rice?"

"good."

　　 Noon has passed, and the afternoon has also passed. When dusk came, a fat man with his belly sticking out a long way came here.

　　 He is like a designer, carrying his hands on his back, admiring the layout here, and also walking with his hands behind his four coffins.

　　 "Yes, I am satisfied."

　　 Mr. Oka motioned to his assistant to finish the payment.

　　 The demonstrations in the Eastern District had been fully organized in the afternoon, and the demonstrators in other directions had also kept up.

　　 Aunt Winnie was a little scared;

　　Karen of course knew what she was afraid of,

finally,

　　 Still Karen stepped forward and settled the balance with the fat man's assistant. Same, they still pay in cash.

　　 At the checkout, Mr. Oka ate spring rolls and egg pie next to him:

　　 "Well, what kind of food is this? Although it is cold, it still tastes good."

　　 "It's spring rolls and eggplants."

　　 "I can understand the egg cracker, what is the strange name for the spring roll, is it hot?"

　　 "No, but I can prepare it for you and send it to you. It is guaranteed to be hot, but you have to leave an address."

　　 "Okay." Mr. Oka nodded and motioned to his assistant to leave the address.

　　 Then,

　　Mr. Oka walked out of the mourning room;

　　 "Boss, I thought you would not come to the final payment, but I know how profitable the funeral club is. Just the deposit, they can't lose money."

　　 Mr. Oka smiled and said:

　　 "I am looking at Adams's face."

　　 The mourning meeting is over,

　　 Uncle Mason called Ron and Alfred to prepare to load the coffin on the hearse and go to the cemetery for burial.

　　 Karen stepped forward: "Uncle, grandpa said to put it at home today, and then bury it tomorrow."

　　 "Leave it at home?" Mason didn't understand, but since it was his father's intention, he obeyed, and he didn't go to his father to confirm, how could his nephew lie to him, didn't he?

　　 In this way, the four coffins were transported back to the basement;

　　 Dinner is noodles.

Karen simply fries a scumbag, even if everyone feels a little depressed, but after a busy day, everyone is really hungry. At this time, a large amount of carbon water is definitely a real delicacy. .

　　 After eating, Aunt Winnie handed a list to Karen:

"Karen, according to what you said, I recorded it here according to the status list, followed by their addresses. In addition, Mr. Ford himself did not come today, but his assistant came, and the assistant helped him leave a gift for him. address."

　　 "Okay, thank you aunt."

　　 Karen put the paper in his pocket first, and then went to take a shower.

　　 The spring rolls and egg pie he fried for a long time today, the smell of oily smoke on his body is very strong.

　　 And for a real "banquet", before tasting the delicacies, it is best to be clean, not only the mouth, but the whole person should also be clean.

　　 Even though it was so busy today, Aunt Mary still put her clean clothes on her bed early.

　　 When changing clothes, he took out the list given by Aunt Winnie and held it in his hand.

　　 "Brother, are you going out?" Lent asked curiously, who was lying on the bed after a day of tiredness.

　　 "Well, go out and take a bend."

　　 "I want to go, too." Lunt sat up, "Today is so boring."

　　 "I take a walk with Grandpa."

　　 "I'm tired, but I still slept, brother, please be with grandpa."

　　 Karen walked out of the bedroom, closed the door, and walked to Diss’ study.