Folk customs begin with the entire funeral procession

Chapter 82 The Knight of the Funeral Home
"How did you come?"

Chen Miao looked at Xiang Shang, who was carrying a helmet, and asked in surprise.

"I miss you, so what, is that not allowed?"

"Do you think I'd tell you I came to you because I'm frustrated with not making any progress in pursuing my crush?"

After listening to Xiang Shang's inner thoughts, Chen Miao remained silent for a moment, ultimately giving the other party some face.

"Alright, tea or water?"

Chen Miao stood up and asked.

Do you have Coke?

"No, you can go buy it by bike."

Xiang Shang waved his hand.

"Forget it, I don't want to move today. I want tea, the best kind!"

"I can't even get a drink of soda when I want to drink some happiness. Life is full of gloom."

Chen Miao shook his head and went over to take Xiang Shang's car keys.

"I'll go buy it for you, wait a moment."

It's only natural for a father to love his son.

After saying that, Chen Miao walked outside.

Xiang Shang, who was half-reclining on the sofa, was stunned for a moment before showing a look of emotion.

Of course, it's only because he doesn't have Chen Miao's 'telepathic connection' that he would have jumped up long ago if he had heard what Chen Miao was thinking.

Five minutes later, Chen Miao returned on his bicycle.

After parking his motorcycle, Chen Miao examined the valuable-looking vehicle for a while.

"You know what, this thing is actually quite convenient to ride. Should we buy one?"

Just as Chen Miao was contemplating whether or not to become a knight, Kong Fang happened to emerge from the business hall.

Upon seeing Chen Miao, he jogged over.

"Director, a troublesome task has come up!"

Chen Miao was carrying a helmet in one hand and a bag of cans containing cola and beer in the other.

Although Xiang Shang didn't say it, Chen Miao felt that the other party needed this thing.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

Seeing Kong Fang's furrowed brows, Chen Miao spoke calmly.

Rushing things won't solve the problem; it will only make it worse.

"A family came and wants to hold a memorial service here, but they have one request."

"They want us to restore the deceased's appearance to what they looked like when they were alive."

Chen Miao was surprised.

"Your appearance is ruined? It's impossible to restore you to your former appearance. Didn't you tell them?"

"I told them, and they said that restoring 70% would be enough."

Chen Miao looked at Kong Fang, and was about to say that 70% shouldn't be difficult, when he remembered Kong Fang saying that it was a troublesome matter.

"Your appearance is severely damaged?"

Kong Fang nodded.

"The deceased was riding a motorcycle when the accident happened. I heard that his face was badly abraded and even seemed to be broken."

Hearing this, Chen Miao was stunned.

The idea of ​​buying a motorcycle that had just come to mind was immediately dismissed.

"The key point is, they came from a nearby town, something's up..."

Afterwards, Kong Fang told Chen Miao the information he had found out.

The family was supposed to be in town on business, but the town's mortician said that their son's body was difficult to restore after taking it.

The family knew about their son's condition and simply said they would do whatever it took to restore him to his original state.

The mortician then believed it.

After two days of hard work, piecing together and filling in the deceased's head, and preparing for the memorial service, the deceased's parents said they wanted to see their son one last time.

This caused a huge uproar. People said that if the funeral home wasn't capable, they shouldn't have taken the job, and that the mortician couldn't even make him look a tenth of his son.

Not only did they deny it, they also turned around and accused each other, trying to extort money from each other.

The funeral home owner had no choice but to give the family two thousand yuan to settle the matter.

Immediately, the family took their son's body and rushed to the county.

Upon arriving in the county, the first choice is undoubtedly Fushou Funeral Center, even after the Du Rui incident. Fushou Funeral Center remains the first choice for most people. Once there, the family, just like in town, insisted on restoring their son's appearance, saying they would restore as much as possible.

But the funeral industry circle is only so big. When their family's incident happened, the news had already spread to more than a dozen counties and towns around Tianmen County before the family even arrived.

So when this family said that, Du Xiang, the new owner of Fushou Funeral Center, stepped forward.

He directly presented the family with an agreement that stipulated the extent of facial restoration to be achieved, and that the family could not use this as a reason to cause trouble.

Once the agreement was brought out, the family was naturally dissatisfied.

They said Du Xiang was immoral and lacked benevolence, and that death is the greatest tragedy and one should not have done such a thing.

Du Xiang was adamant: if he didn't sign, he wouldn't do anything related to makeup.

The family made a scene, eventually attracting the attention of the police, before finally bringing their son's body to the Tianmen Funeral Home in a huff.

After listening, Chen Miao remained silent for a moment, then said to Kong Fang, "You go and keep things calm. I'll put the things down and then go over."

Upon hearing this, Kong Fang nodded and headed towards the hall.

As Chen Miao passed through the hall, he glanced at Kong Fang and saw him sitting next to a middle-aged couple, talking to each other.

Judging from his age, he seems to be only in his fifties.

Their son must be about the same age as Chen Miao.

Chen Miao saw sadness in their expressions, not the mercenary faces he had imagined.

Go upstairs and put the things on the table.

"I have something to take care of downstairs. I'll leave my things here."

Before leaving, Chen Miao said something.

"Don't touch anything in my desk drawers or filing cabinets."

After saying that, Chen Miao went downstairs.

Xiang Shang got up, walked to the table, opened the bag, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up the beer.

After that, he began to wander around Chen Miao's office at will.

During this period, he really didn't touch Chen Miao's desk or filing cabinet.

But apart from those two places, I would touch almost everything else, such as bookshelves, flowers, murals, etc.

"If I said not to touch those two, then you can touch the others."

This is the naive logic of Xiang Shang, who is now somewhat depressed.

……

downstairs.

After Chen Miao arrived, Kong Fang introduced him to the couple.

Chen Miao also learned the couple's names.

Luo Yang, Liao Fang, and the deceased was named Luo Yucheng.

"Director Chen, we believe that Tianmen Funeral Home wouldn't be as heartless as Boss Fushou. Our child, you must help him, let him leave this world with some dignity... Waaah!"

As Liao Fang spoke, she began to cry.

Chen Miao was not in a hurry, but said, "Ms. Liao, I haven't seen the deceased's condition yet. As for how well it can be restored, we'll have to wait for our mortician to see it before we can know."

"Should we go and see the deceased now?"

Seeing that the couple agreed, the four of them headed towards the cold storage.

Chen Miao sent Shi Manman a message, asking him to go to the cold storage.

Before long, the five people gathered at the cold storage.

Li Fu pulled out Luo Yucheng's body.

Unlike the bodies they had collected before, Luo Yucheng's body was wrapped in a body bag.

"Those who don't need it can choose not to read it."

Before opening the bag, Li Fu said something to the others, his gaze mainly fixed on Kong Fang.

Kong Fang immediately walked out of the freezer area.

He wouldn't listen to the elders; he'd suffer the consequences.

After Kong Fang left, Luo Yucheng's parents also went out.

In the end, only Chen Miao and Shi Manman remained.

Upon seeing this, Li Fu opened the body bag, and the first thing Chen Miao saw was the repaired head.

Well... after seeing that strangely repaired head, Chen Miao swore he would never touch a motorcycle again.

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(End of this chapter)