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1.
I was becoming less and less pure.
Brother Biao, who is two and a half years older than me, often watched those "little movies" at night when he had nothing to do. He didn't shy away from me and even invited me, saying, "Come watch this with me; it's a new release..."
I felt like I was falling into depravity, constantly comparing Sister Hong to the female leads in those movies, her two white mounds always flashing before my eyes.
Compared to the "little movies," she seemed more three-dimensional and real.
These past few days, there hadn't been much business, and in the middle of the night, I heard a woman's crying—very clear—and it was coming from the third floor.
I was very worried about Sister Hong. Had she heard it? If she did, she would surely be scared!
Last time I called her in the middle of the night, I got scolded, so I didn't dare to disturb her again. My mind was racing, and I couldn't sleep soundly.
It was around four o'clock again when I heard the sound of the rolling shutter door downstairs.
The window was blocked by the shop's large sign, but I strained to look down through the gap.
A tall man stood there; his face was unclear, but I was sure he had just come out of our shop.
The former owner, Chen Linran, had left, and Sister Hong had officially become the owner of Wangji Funeral Company. Everyone was very happy about it.
Chen was stingy and meddlesome; no one enjoyed working under him.
Sister Hong had a good character; everyone knew and understood her well, so she would definitely be a good boss.
After completing all the formalities, "Wangji Funeral Company" changed its name from "Wangii" to " Wanhau."
Sister Hong even treated everyone to a meal at a partnering hotel, explaining the company's basic situation and expressing hope that everyone would continue to work hard. The company would pay social pension insurance for every old employee.
—It's quite rare in this industry to have social insurance paid.
Everyone was even happier.
2.
Sister Hong had put 5,000 yuan in the envelope for me, equivalent to one and a half months' salary.
It made me feel like "a soldier dies for his confidant."
When dawn broke, I seriously asked Sister Hong, "Sister Hong, did you hear a woman's crying last night?"
Sister Hong paused for a moment and asked me, "You heard it?"
I nodded and said, "Around four in the morning, I also saw a man leave our shop!"
Sister Hong burst into laughter: "You little brat, were you dreaming?"
Seeing my determined expression, she added, "Then you must have encountered something unclean; we've sent off so many dead here that it's normal for there to be some dirty things around."
She comforted me further: "Don't be afraid; you're just a kid with strong yang energy; those dirty things wouldn't dare come near you."
I didn't believe it, but Brother Biao was terrified. He suggested to Sister Hong that he wanted to rent a place, and she agreed, even promising to subsidize him with 150 yuan for rent each month. I looked down on him: a guy without any backbone, fine for watching adult films but not much else.
Brother Biao, filled with suspicion, moved out and insisted that I join him: "You're still young, those dirty things are really dangerous. I heard Sister Hong's husband was harmed by them! I'm doing this for your own good. Listen to me and come live with me; I won't even let you pay rent!"
I had to admit, Brother Biao wasn't a bad guy. But I couldn't leave; I wasn't afraid of ghosts, but I was wary of malicious and ruthless living people. I worried about Sister Hong.
That night, Sister Hong didn't return home either. Around ten o'clock, she sent me a message: "Xiao Hu, get some rest while you can. If there's business tomorrow, you won't sleep well for the next few days."
I replied, "Got it, sis. I'll go to sleep right away."
I felt warm inside; as long as there was a funeral below, the Funeral Parlor would be filled with cries and the faint smell of burning incense and paper offerings would waft up, definitely affecting my rest.
But I remained cautious. I listened as Sister Hong locked the door leading to the third floor. Once the sound of her high heels faded away, I quietly got out of bed, crept down the stairs to the first floor without turning on any lights. Like Yu Zecheng from the TV show Infiltration, I scooped up a handful of ash from the incense burner in the Funeral Parlor and scattered it on the ground at the entrance.
With that setup in place, I felt more relaxed and slept well through the night until my alarm woke me at five-thirty in the morning.
I shuffled downstairs in my slippers to check my "trap." No matter what happened, everything had to be cleaned up before Sister Hong came down. But when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze. As dawn broke, I clearly saw footprints in the ash on the ground!
I crouched down to examine them closely; there were two directions of prints—one with toes pointing inward, definitely left when someone entered, and another with toes pointing outward, left when they exited!
I stretched my foot next to them; they were at least two or three centimeters longer than mine—definitely a man's! Who was he? What was he doing in this building last night? Why was he here?
A cold sweat broke out on my skin. I dashed back up to the third floor; thankfully, Sister Hong's locked door was still secure. But as I breathed a sigh of relief, I felt a chill run down my spine—the ash on the floor beneath me also bore faint traces!
Had he gotten inside? How did he manage that?
I couldn't make sense of it all. Should I tell Sister Hong? I worried for her safety.
That night again found Brother Biao and me keeping vigil for someone who had passed away. It was just past two in the morning.
I felt a heaviness in my head as I turned to Brother Biao and said, "My stomach hurts a bit. I'm going to take care of it."
Brother Biao glanced nervously at the coffin in front of him and reluctantly replied, "Make it quick."
After a trip to the restroom and splashing my face with cold water, I felt much more awake. Worried that Brother Biao might be getting anxious, I prepared to head back down. However, as I reached the top of the stairs, I found myself stopping involuntarily. To my surprise, the door leading to the third floor was unlocked!
I knew Sister Hong wasn't staying here today, but usually, that door was locked when she was absent. Perhaps this was a chance for me to conduct a safety inspection for Sister Hong!
With that thought in mind, I pushed open the door and climbed the stairs.
Once on the third floor, I used my phone's flashlight to check each room one by one. The office contained a large desk, a big swivel chair, and a massive bookshelf against the wall, leaving little room for anyone to hide.
On the desk lay a set of keys that Sister Hong had forgotten. The gym was entirely made of glass, featuring treadmills, stationary bikes, dumbbells, rowing machines... everything one could need. Being transparent meant there was no need for a closer look.
The last room was Sister Hong's bedroom, and I felt a twinge of anxiety. If Sister Hong found out I had entered her bedroom, would she be angry? Would she suspect me of having some strange habits? Would she tell me to leave?
Yet, I couldn't help but push open that door.
A rich fragrance filled the air as I turned on my phone's flashlight and saw an enormous round bed in the room, adorned with pink sheets, pink pillows, and a pink duvet... it made my heart race.
Besides the bed, there was a long sofa and an iron-framed hanging basket. There was hardly any space under the sofa or bed for someone to hide.
I opened the wardrobe; it was filled with clothes, and several sheer women's undergarments made my pulse quicken. Oddly enough, there were also a few pairs of men's boxers and two sets of men's pajamas mixed in.
My heart raced even more.
I rushed to the bedside table and opened the drawer—damn it! It was filled with various women's "gadgets"!
Flipping over the pillow revealed an opened box of condoms; I peeked inside and saw only two left. My perception of Sister Hong crumbled before me.
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