13 Mink Street

Smiling and laughing, Karen suddenly noticed that the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Oh, I really burst into tears from laughter."

Karen subconsciously wanted to draw a tissue, but found that there was no tissue box on the table, so she could only wipe the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and went outside.

Seeing the boss coming out, the two guys pretended to continue working.

Karen feels that the operation of this funeral service is really far from that of the Inmeles family. Although the scale of the Inmeles funeral service is small, every detail will be as delicate as possible, but here, there are obviously some rough.

It may be because Pavaro went around to pick up missions to earn coupons for the blood powder of his two daughters and neglected the management of the funeral club. The funeral club, which was supposed to be cleaned up, now feels greasy .

As for saying that because the two guys are servants of gods and not ordinary people, they can't do things well, Karen doesn't accept this point of view. To a certain extent, they can be more serious and serious than ordinary people, just like when they were working at home. Man Alfred and Ms. Molly, the premise is, you need to make them really fear you.

Karen went to the kitchen first, found Mrs. Lake who was washing the dishes inside, and closed the kitchen door.

"The mortician at home, is that you?"

"Well, yes," replied Mrs. Lake, turning around.

"Annie, do you know her?"

"Dim Sum Shop Street... Oh no, Annie from Hongye Street?"

It seems that Mrs. Lake knows.

"Well, she's dead."

"Oh, this, I, I know, I know her, is really, really sad news."

"She was investigating the case with my friend, and finally, knowing that she was going to die, she appeared and tried to save my friend.

Then, without any accident, she and my friend died together. "

When Mrs. Lake heard this, her expression was a little complicated:

"I know him, no, I know that you don't go to that kind of place to eat snacks, I know, you must have your own business to go to that kind of place, I asked you, but you refused to say."

"Well, because this can ensure that the family will not be implicated."

"I know this woman, Anne, this woman from Hongye Street. I know that she and my husband... have nothing to do with you, but sometimes when I scold you, I also scold her when I get very angry."

"Anne won't be angry."

"Yes, but I'm guilty, I'm guilty."

"Her remains are somewhat damaged."

"I will fix her, I will, I can do it." Mrs. Lake patted her chest affirmatively, "I will say sorry to her and apologize to her."

"It doesn't need to be too complicated. Let's hold her funeral today."

"Is it too hasty?"

"No, she should have no relatives."

"Okay, I will try my best to restore her in the shortest time, I will. In addition, there are two coffins in the warehouse at home. If the funeral is held today, it is too late to go to the coffin factory to place an order. Just use the coffins at home. Very clean."

"Um."

"I asked Peake to go to the cemetery to book a tomb, and he will be buried tonight, right?"

"Well, you can call and order yourself."

"Oh ok, I'll follow up in person, I will."

"Two tomb spaces are required."

"Are you... your friend... going to be buried...to be buried?"

"Um."

"Okay...I see...understand."

Karen turned around to walk out of the kitchen, paused for a moment, and reminded:

"The two tombs should not be too close together."

"I... I don't mind..."

"No, I think Ms. Anne wants to stay away from my friend after she dies."

"Yes, I understand."

…

Karen walked to the front and said to Dingcombe, "Give me the key to the hearse."

"Okay, boss, is there any work?" Dingcomb brought the key to the hearse, while he and Peake prepared the stretcher.

"You stay at home and decorate this place. It's a simple list. I'll just go and bring the guests back."

"Okay, boss."

Karen got into the modified hearse of the Pavaro family and inserted the car key;

Turning around, I glanced at the carriage behind, sat upright again, and put my hands on the steering wheel. There was a layer of leather wrapped on it, and the leather was a little torn, but after I closed my eyes, the familiar feeling emerged again.

He once sat in a hearse and followed Uncle Mason Ron to "rescue" guests;

He also lay in the coffin of the hearse and was taken out of the hospital comfortably;

He also drove Eunice to a picnic in the countryside in a hearse;

The reason why people are nostalgic is not the thing they love, but the memories that can be evoked after seeing this thing.

After starting the car, Karen drove the hearse out. When passing the car that Alfred was parked on the side of the road, Karen honked the horn and waved to Alfred.

"Here we come, master."

Alfred quickly started the car and followed.

When the hearse drove into the community, it was stopped by the security guard at the gate. Karen didn't get out of the car, but Alfred's car stopped and got out of the car to negotiate, and Karen was soon let go.

After the car was parked, Karen walked upstairs and into the house.

The maid Shili was cutting fruit, when she saw Karen walking in, her face froze:

"Hello, Mr. Pavaro."

"Yeah." Karen responded and walked into the bathroom. Alfred also walked into the house and followed into the bathroom. Afterwards, Alfred walked out with Ms. Anne on his back, and went straight downstairs.

Hilly was still cutting fruit, and then she saw Mr. "Pavaro" walking out of the bathroom with Mr. Pavaro on his back;

Her eyes widened, she looked back, and continued to cut the fruit, not into pieces, but finely chopped.

Alfred came back, immediately took Mr. Pavaro from Karen, and carried him on his back.

Ms. Anne was put into the hearse, and Mr. Pavaro was placed in the back seat of Alfred's car.

The two cars drove out of the community back and forth, and returned to the Pavaro funeral home. Alfred stopped on the side of the road, took a blanket, and covered Mr. Pavaro who was lying on the back seat. Cover it up to prevent passers-by from seeing the clues inside.

After finishing all this, Alfred sat back in the cab, took out his small notebook, and wrote on it:

"I don't know why, but when I saw the young master driving the hearse again, I was inexplicably moved."

…

The hearse stopped at the funeral home, and Mrs. Lake, who had been waiting for a long time, got into the car first. After covering Ms. Anne's body with a white cloth, she called Peake and Dincombe to come and pick up the "guests".

Ms. Anne, who was covered with a white cloth, was pushed into Mrs. Lake's workshop in the backyard.

"Go ahead and set up a mourning place."

"Yes, ma'am."

Pick and Dingcomb were dismissed, and Mrs. Lake lifted the white cloth, looked at the multiple piercings on Ms. Anne's forehead and body, and took a deep breath.

"How long will it take?" Karen asked.

"The body is well preserved. You only need to fill up the hole on the forehead to put on makeup. The rest of the body can be covered with clothes. When she is in mourning, she will look normal from the outside while lying in the coffin."

"good."

"Where are you going now?"

"It should be waiting here."

"I've organized all the books and other things you read before, and put them on the bedroom desk. I don't sleep in that room now, I sleep in the guest room, which will be your study in the future.

Of course, if you want to redecorate it, I will arrange it. "

"It's not urgent, I'll go back to the study first."

"OK."

Karen walked out of the work room, closed the door for Mrs. Lake, and then walked into the study, which was the original bedroom.

The desk that was originally placed in the corner was placed in the middle, and the bed was pushed over to be next to the wall, becoming a rest bed in the study room. The changes in the positions of the two furniture directly changed the attributes of the room.

There were a lot of books and paper bags piled up on the desk. Karen sat down and began to read one by one. Soon, he found several work notes of Mr. Pavaro, which are very important to Karen now. , he needs work experience and a further understanding of the basic level of the Cult of Order.

Mr. Pavaro is a very rigorous person, and his work notes are recorded in detail. He has been recording since he was a servant of God. Karen flipped through the pages;

Most of the narratives in it are recorded in the form of "self-narration", so watching it gives Karen the feeling that Mr. Pavaro is standing in front of him and telling himself about his past experiences.

Unknowingly, Karen was immersed in this atmosphere. Mr. Pavaro was like a master who led him in. The difference was that the master passed on his position to himself first.

From the servant of the gods, to the enlightenment of the gods, to the shepherds, and finally to the judge, the content is only halfway through, which means that after becoming a judge, the things that need to be faced and dealt with suddenly become more complicated;

At the same time, it also means that Mr. Pavaro has been a judge for a long time, but he is still a seventh-class judge, enjoying the lowest treatment in the rank of judges.

When I turned to the next page, I found a black circle on the paper. Karen originally thought it was the point of the drawing, but after reading it carefully, I found that there was nothing special about the content and the context.

"oh……"

Karen understood that it was only because when Mr. Pavaro wrote this, the cigarette ash in his mouth fell on the paper, scalding a small mark, and he was suspicious here.

On the desk, there are cigarettes, lighters and ashtrays, which were not there before, because Mr. Pavaro did not have the treatment of smoking in the couple's bedroom;

Karen took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and put the lit cigarette upside down on the ashtray;

"Light you a cigarette and continue talking."

Karen continued to flip through the notes, and silently wrote down the names of some people that appeared in the notes.

The hour hand, unknowingly came to four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Duo duo……"

"Enter."

Mrs. Lake came in with a plate, and put a glass of ice water and a sandwich-like food in front of Karen. Unlike the sandwich, it was covered with black sauce.

Karen picked up the cup, took a big sip, looked at the Pavaro's sandwich, and said with a smile:

"I'm not hungry."

"Outside, everything is ready, do you need to go out and have a look?"

"Oh, yes."

Karen looked up at the clock, realizing that he had read the book for so long.

"Sorry, I forgot the time while reading."

"It should have been us who had done something and then let you know."

"Um."

Karen stretched.

"Need, shall I massage your shoulders? I used to give you a massage, but usually after my daughters soaked the blood spirit powder."

"No."

"I'm sorry, I, I can't help it all the time."

"It's me who should be sorry, maybe, we all need a little time to get used to this way of getting along."

"Yes, yes, but please rest assured that I will get used to it right away."

"No, ma'am, you've been doing very well. It's just that I can't fully fill in my role. After a while, I will recruit a new guy."

"Yeah, that's great."

"Well, by then, you and him should be able to communicate more calmly."

"Yes, I understand." Mrs. Lake understood the meaning of this sentence.

Karen got up, walked out of the bedroom, and came to the front hall, which is the mourning hall.

On the mortuary table in the mourning hall, there was a dark red coffin, which looked very elegant. Karen used to like to look through the coffin brochures at home when he was at home, so he knew that the coffin in front of him was definitely not cheap.

The hall was very deserted, so the voices of Peake and Dingcomb chatting with each other with a bottle of soda seemed very clear.

Pick: "It's actually Miss Anne. I was really scared when I placed the coffin just now. The boss is really brave."

Dingcombe: "Although Madam used to scold Annie casually when she scolded the boss at home, she can die on Annie's bed and never come back, but Madam has never seen Annie before."

Pick: "What's even more ridiculous is that Miss Anne's remains were made by the madam. I don't know how mad the madam will be if she knows that this is the Miss Anne whom she often scolds."

Dincombe: "Why, you want to inform?"

Pique: "Bah, I wouldn't do such a thing."

The sound of Karen's footsteps alarmed the two guys, and the two guys immediately turned to look at Karen with embarrassing expressions.

But Karen didn't intend to reprimand them, and it wouldn't be too late to train them after the real self came to the funeral club.

Walking up to the mortuary table, Karen looked at Ms. Anne lying in the coffin. She seemed to be asleep, and she was sleeping soundly. The clothes on her body were not new, but this was not negligence. It should be Mrs. Lake putting herself The dress was brought out for Ms. Anne.

After paying homage to the remains, Karen stepped down from the mortuary table, picked up a chair, and wanted to sit at the door.

There is a sign at the door, which was supposed to write today's mourning meeting for so-and-so, but now the sign is empty.

Karen pointed to the sign: "Write it on."

"Do you really want to write, boss?" Pique looked inside, indicating that the boss really wants to let his wife know who the "guest" is today?

"Write."

"Yes, boss."

Peake ran over and started writing on the sign.

Dingcomb came over with a cigarette and was about to pass it to the boss. Karen shook his head and said:

"Because of this contribution, I will be promoted after a while, and then we will have an extra establishment here, and I will recruit a servant of God."

"Boss, is it arranged by the above?"

"no."

"That's the boss, you already have someone selected?"

"Well, I will continue to accept tasks to earn some coupons. I may often be away from home for ten days and a half months, so things at home and work on weekdays..."

"Don't worry, boss, you can leave these to me. I will bring in the newcomers and finish the usual work."

Karen looked at Dincomb and smiled.

Dingcombe also laughed, and he felt that the boss approved it.

"Yes, yes, didn't I write it, yes, please inside, please inside." Pique pointed to the inside to the two ladies who came up to ask.

Two conservatively dressed ladies came here, and Dingcombe stepped forward and asked doubtfully, "Are you here?"

"Come to mourn Sister Anne."

"Yes, we're here to mourn my sister."

"Dingcombe, go prepare tea." Karen ordered.

"Okay, boss."

In the mourning hall of the funeral club, light meals may not be prepared, but tea must be prepared.

The two ladies walked in front of Karen, and each of them delivered a payment to Karen:

"We don't know who helped Sister Anne prepare the funeral, so please pass it on to me."

Karen squeezed the envelope containing the payment and nodded.

The two ladies walked to the mortuary table and began to pay their respects to Anne's remains.

At this time, some ladies came over from outside, and Karen sat there, continuing to collect the money.

There are more and more people, all of them are women, of different ages, and they all wear conservative clothes.

Many people should know themselves, and when they delivered the money to themselves, they even called out to themselves: Mr. Pavaro.

Gradually, the not-so-large mourning hall was almost full. After paying homage to the remains in order, everyone stood below one after another, as if to be their last companion.

At this time, Mrs. Lake appeared behind Karen.

Karen asked, "You informed me?"

"You said she has no relatives, but I don't want her to leave too deserted, so I tried to contact her, but I didn't expect so many people to come, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, don't be sorry."

Karen handed a stack of envelopes containing the offering money to Madam Lake, and then faced inward, looking at the ladies standing there mourning for Ms. Anne.

Everyone is mourning in their own customary way.

The difference is the posture, but the same is the devotion and the clear tears in the corners of the eyes.

I didn't expect that Ms. Annie's popularity in Dim Sum Street was so good. She was the eldest sister, and she protected the women who made a living selling dim sum on this street.

She was not preaching, because Karen didn't see anyone praying with religious etiquette;

But she is indeed a true follower of the goddess Mills, and she has been practicing the teachings left by the goddess, taking the goddess as an example.

A funeral is actually the clearest and fairest place to summarize a person's life.

"She is a very remarkable woman." Mrs. Lake said, "I am honored for that friend of yours, and honored that he can be friends with her."

The image of Ms. Anne with a cigarette in her hand appeared in Karen's mind;

Then, he silently took out the money from his pocket and put it in Mrs. Lake's hand holding the payment envelope.

"Forty real is my deposit."

Karen added:

"She's worth the price."

"OK."

Tonight, all dim sum shops on Hongye Street are closed.