13 Mink Street Chapter 153

Smiling, Karen suddenly realized that the corners of her eyes were a little wet.

"Oh, I really burst into tears."

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

When the two guys saw the boss came out, they continued to work pretending to be.

Karen felt that the operation of this funeral club was really too far from the Inmelis family. Although the Inmelis Funeral Club was not large in scale, every detail would be as refined as possible, but here, there are obviously some Rough.

It may be because Pavaro has gone everywhere to earn coupons for the blood spirit fans of his two daughters over the years and neglected the management of the funeral club. The funeral club that should have been cleaned up now gives people a greasy feeling. .

As for saying that because the two guys are servants of gods and not ordinary people, they can't do things well. Karen disagrees. To a certain extent, they can be more serious and serious than ordinary people. Man Alfred and Ms Molly, you need to make them really fear you.

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

"The mortuary makeup artist at home, is that you?"

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

"Annie, do you know him?"

"Street of dim sum... oh no, Anne of Hongye Street?"

It seemed that Mrs. Lake knew.

"Well, she's dead."

"Oh, this, I, I know, I know her, what a, sad news."

"She was investigating the case with that friend of mine, and in the end, knowing she was going to die, she showed up and tried to save that friend of mine.

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 you won't go to that kind of place for snacks. I know that you must have your own business to go to that kind of place. I asked you, but you wouldn't say it."

"Well, because in this way, the family will not be implicated."

"I know this woman Annie, 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 in anger."

"Annie won't be angry."

"Yes, but I am guilty, I am guilty."

"Her body was badly damaged."

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

"Don't be too complicated. Today, let's have a funeral for her."

"Will it be too hasty?"

"No, she shouldn't have any relatives."

"Okay, I will try to repair her in the shortest possible time, I will. In addition, there are two coffins in the warehouse at home. If the funeral is to be held today, it is too late to go to the coffin factory to place an order, so just use the home one. Very clean."

"Ok."

"I asked Pique to go to the cemetery to reserve a burial place and be buried tonight?"

"Well, you can call and book in person."

"Oh, okay, I'll follow up myself, I will."

"I want two graves."

"You... your friend... is to be buried... is he buried?"

"Ok."

"Okay...I see...I get it."

Karen turned around and was about to walk out of the kitchen, paused a little, and reminded:

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

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

"No, it's me who thinks Ms. Anne wants to stay away from my friend after she dies."

"Yes, I understand."

Karen stepped forward and said to Dingcombe, "Give me the hearse key."

"Okay, boss, is there any work?" Dinkom brought the hearse key, while he and Pique prepared the stretcher car.

"You stay at home and arrange this place. It's a simple list. I'll just pick up the guests."

"Okay, boss."

Karen got into the converted hearse of the Pavaro family and inserted the car keys;

He turned his head, glanced at the car behind him, sat up straight again, and put his hands on the steering wheel, which was covered with a layer of leather, the leather was a little torn, but when he closed his eyes, the familiar feeling reappeared.

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

He also lay in the coffin of the hearse and was discharged from the hospital comfortably;

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

The reason why people fall in love with the old is not the things they love, but the memories that can be evoked after seeing this thing.

After starting the car, Karen drove the hearse out. When he passed the car where Alfred was parked on the side of the road, Karen honked his horn and waved to Alfred.

"Come on, young master."

Alfred quickly started the car and followed.

When the hearse drove into the community, it was stopped by the security guard at the door. Cullen did not get out of the car. Alfred's car stopped and got out of the car to negotiate, and Cullen was soon released.

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

Maid Hillie was cutting fruit when she saw Karen walking in, her face stiffened:

"Hello, Mr. Pavaro."

"Well." Karen replied and walked into the bathroom. Alfred also walked into the house and followed into the bathroom. Then, Alfred came out with Ms. Anne on his back and went straight out and downstairs.

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

She widened her eyes, turned her eyes away, and continued to cut the fruit, not in pieces, but in fine pieces.

Alfred came back and immediately took Mr. Pavaro from Cullen and carried him off his back.

Ms Anne was put in 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 front of the Pavaro Funeral Society. Alfred stopped by the roadside, 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 doing this, Alfred sat back in the cab, took out his small notebook, and wrote on it:

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

The hearse parked in the funeral club, and Mrs. Lake, who had been waiting for a long time, got into the car first, covered Ms. Anne's body with a white cloth, and then called Peake and Dinkom 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 the mourning house."

"Okay, ma'am."

Peak and Dinkom were pulled away, Mrs. Lake lifted the white cloth, looked at the multiple perforations on Ms. Anne's forehead and body, and took a deep breath.

"How long will it take?" Karen asked.

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

"good."

"Where are you going now?"

"Should be waiting here."

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

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

"This is not in a hurry, I will go back to the study first."

"OK."

Karen walked out of the workshop, helped Mrs. Lake shut the door, 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 position, and the bed was pushed over and next to the wall, becoming a rest bed in the study. The position of the two furniture changed, which directly changed the properties of the room.

There were a lot of books and file bags piled on the desk. Karen sat down and started to read through them. Soon, he found several copies of Mr. Pavaro's work notes, which are very important to Karen now. , he needs work experience and a further understanding of the grassroots of the religion of order.

Mr. Pavaro is a very rigorous person, and his work notes are recorded in great detail. He has been recording them since he was a servant of God, and Karen read page by page;

Most of the accounts in it are recorded in the form of "self-reporting", so looking at it gives Cullen the feeling that Mr. Pavaro is standing in front of him and telling himself about his past experiences.

Unconsciously, Karen was immersed in this atmosphere. Mr. Pavaro was like an old master, leading him in the door. The difference was that the master passed his position to himself first.

From the servant of the gods, seeing the revelation, to the shepherd, and finally to the judge, the content is just over half, 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 judge sequence.

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

"Oh…"

Cullen understood that it was only because Mr. Pavaro wrote here, the cigarette ashes in his mouth fell on the paper, leaving a small mark, but he was suspicious here.

On the desk, there are cigarettes, lighters and ashtrays, which were not available before, because Mr. Pavaro was not allowed to smoke in the couple's bedroom before;

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

"I'll give you a cigarette and continue talking."

Karen continued to flip through the notes, silently taking down the names of some of the people who 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 piece of food similar to a sandwich in front of Karen. Unlike the sandwich, it was smeared with black sauce.

Karen picked up the cup, took a sip, looked at this sandwich from Pavaro's house, 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 and saw that she had read the book for so long.

"Sorry, I forgot the time."

"It should have been when we had done something to inform you."

"Ok."

Karen stretched.

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

"No."

"Sorry, me, I can't help myself all the time."

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

"Yes, yes, but don't worry, I'll get used to it right away."

"No, Madam, you have been doing very well. It's just that I can't fully assume my own role. After a while, I will recruit a new guy."

"Yeah, that's good."

"Well, 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 went to the front room, which is the mourning room.

On the mortuary table in the mourning hall, there was a dark red coffin, which looked very elegant. Karen used to like to flip 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 is very deserted, so the voices of Pique and Dinkum chatting with a bottle of soda are very clear.

Peak: "It's actually Miss Anne. I was really frightened when I just placed the coffin. The boss is so courageous."

Dingcombe: "Although Mrs. used to scold Annie when she scolded the boss at home, and that the boss could die in Annie's bed without coming back, Mrs. has never seen Annie."

Peak: "What's even more ridiculous is that Miss Anne's remains were made by Madam. I don't know how Madam would be angry if she knew that this is Miss Anne who she often scolds."

Dingcombe: "Why, you want to inform?"

Peake: "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 embarrassed expressions on their faces.

However, Karen did not intend to reprimand them, and it would not be too late to train them well after the real self came to the funeral club.

Going to the mortuary, Karen looked at Ms. Anne lying in the coffin. She looked like she was asleep, sleeping peacefully. The clothes on her body were not new, but this was not a snub, it should be Mrs. Lake who put herself The clothes were taken out for Ms. Anne to match.

After viewing the remains, Karen walked off the mortuary platform, raised a chair, and wanted to sit at the door.

There is a sign at the door. It was supposed to write the mourning meeting of who is who today, but now the sign is empty.

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

"Is it really going to be written, boss?" Peak looked inside, indicating that the boss really wanted to let his wife know who the "guest" was today?

"Write."

"Yes, boss."

Peak ran over and started writing on the sign.

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

"Because of this credit, I can get a promotion in a while, and then we will have one more establishment here, and I will recruit a **** servant to come in."

"Boss, is it arranged from above?"

"no."

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

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

"Don't worry boss, you can leave all of these to me, I will bring the new people and finish the usual work."

Karen looked at Dinkom and smiled.

Dinkom also smiled, he felt that the boss approved.

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

Two very conservatively dressed ladies came here, Dinkom stepped forward and asked in confusion, "Are you here?"

"To mourn Sister Anne."

"Yes, we are here to mourn my sister."

"Dinkom, go and prepare tea." Karen ordered.

"Okay, boss."

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

The two ladies walked up to Karen, and each of them laid a gold deposit and delivered it to Karen:

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

Karen squeezed the envelope containing the gold offering and nodded.

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

At this time, some other ladies came over, and Karen sat there, continuing to collect the laying gold.

People, more and more, are all women, of different ages, all wearing very conservative clothes.

There are many people who should know themselves, and when they delivered the gold to their hands, they called themselves: Mr. Pavaro. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Gradually, the mourning hall, which was not very large, was almost full.

At this time, Mrs. Lake appeared behind Karen.

Karen asked, "You told me?"

"You said she had no relatives, but I didn't want her to go too deserted, so I tried to contact her, but I didn't expect to come here so much, I'm sorry."

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

Karen handed Mrs. Lake a stack of gold-laying envelopes in her hand, then turned inward, looking at the ladies standing there mourning for Ms. Anne.

Everyone is mourning in their own customary way.

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

Unexpectedly, Ms. Annie's popularity in the street selling dim sum is so good. She is the eldest sister, and she shelters the woman who sells dim sum on this street for a living.

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

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

Funerals are actually the clearest and fairest place to summarize a person's life.

"She's a wonderful woman," said Mrs. Lake. "I'm honored for that friend of yours, and honored to have her as a friend."

Karen's mind pictured Ms. Anne with a cigarette in her hand in the cubicle;

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

"40 reais is my foundation."

Karen added:

"She's worth the price."

"OK."

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

Chapter end