Chapter 010 Funeral Home

Thinking of this, I dared not breathe, my eyes fixed on the screen, fearing I might miss something. However, in the next moment, another thought crossed my mind: this is not right. When Old Liu was transported here, his body was already in a terrible state, even refrigerated in a bag. Now, suddenly, a pair of hands emerged; how could these possibly belong to Old Liu? Unless Old Liu had regrown flesh and skin, but how could that be possible? When Old Liu was transported here, his body was already in a terrible state, even refrigerated in a bag. Now, suddenly, a pair of hands emerged; how could these possibly belong to Old Liu? Unless Old Liu had regrown flesh and skin, but how could that be possible?

After watching for a while, I began to feel somewhat uneasy, as this scene was clearly reminiscent of watching a horror film. To be honest, even some horror films do not achieve such a chilling and eerie atmosphere. Moreover, having filmed videos myself, it seems that the images captured by a camera and those produced by this type of surveillance camera are indeed quite different. If the videos taken by my home camera had such an effect, I would probably never dare to film again after just one attempt

The video is clearly edited, having cut out some unnecessary footage, so the opening lasts only a few seconds. I saw one of the doors being opened, and then I saw a pair of hands reaching out from behind the door, as if walking was somewhat difficult, needing to lean on the door frame to come out.

I said this is a very good idea, but it is absolutely impossible to implement in our place, because the mindset of the older generation is problematic; they insist on being buried in the ground. If they were to know that they would be cremated after death, it would definitely lead to a huge conflict. I naturally did not say these words, I only thought about them in my heart

After he sat down, I poured him some water. He then said that he felt very sorry for disturbing me so late on a weekend, but there was something he had to come to me about, and he asked me not to take it amiss. I smiled and asked what the matter was that required him to come in person. However, he did not answer immediately; instead, he asked if I lived alone, glancing at my father and mother as he spoke.

This person cleverly avoided my mother's questioning with his words. I took a coat and went downstairs with him. It was not until we reached the elevator that he apologized to me again. I told him it was nothing. It was only at that moment that I asked why even the director had come in person. He then reminded me to try to refrain from asking too many questions about these matters later. It was not just the director, but also other people. When he mentioned the others, his tone suddenly became mysterious and full of implication. Although I could not understand who he was referring to, I was certain that they must be quite important.

Then someone opened the projector, and I saw him click on a video file on the computer. The video file had no title, just a number, which I couldn't clearly see. He then started playing the video, and as it opened, a chilling scene immediately appeared. It is often said that funeral homes are eerie, and this is no exaggeration. Watching the video felt like watching a horror film, as it focused on a corridor with several doors, all at night. Due to the camera's imaging, it added an extra layer of terror to the scene.

I thought about his remark about not drawing attention, and I always felt that the atmosphere at that moment was strange. However, I ultimately did not ask anything further until we arrived at the funeral home. To be honest, this was my first time coming to this place. When we got here, it was not completely dark yet. There were many trees planted around the funeral home, which made it seem even more eerie, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a dense forest.

Indeed, the funeral home was as eerie as my companion described, and upon entering, I felt a chill wash over me. I couldn't tell if it was just my imagination, but I suddenly shivered all over. Then a thought crossed my mind: so many people had come to see me, I must have quite a reputation. Yet, upon further reflection, something felt off. I couldn't shake the feeling that I resembled a serious offender, as if I were in a situation where fewer people would make it easier to apprehend me.

At this moment, I found it difficult to sit still, and the video had stopped here without continuing. I noticed that everyone's gaze was fixed on me, as if they were all waiting for my answer. I swallowed hard, feeling my mind go blank, completely unaware of what was happening and how I should respond. Then I heard a loud voice asking me if I remembered when I had been here before

I had just explained to him that these are my parents, and he then greeted them again. I could tell that he wanted to speak to me privately. Before I could think of a way to ask my dad and mom to step aside, he spoke first, saying that he was not alone; the director and several colleagues were still downstairs. I asked why they didn't come up, and he replied that having so many people would be too disruptive for us, and that he had a matter he wanted me to attend to at the funeral home.

Upon seeing this scene, I was naturally taken aback, as I could roughly discern the words written above the door. It was clearly the body refrigeration room. How could anyone possibly come out from there in the middle of the night? Therefore, by the time I reached this point, I had generally understood that this should be the surveillance video my colleague mentioned, showing the old man Liu rising from the dead in the middle of the night.

Later, Director Gao whispered in my ear that he only wanted to confirm something with me. We would watch a segment of the surveillance footage shortly, and he advised me to pay close attention, as he would have some questions for me afterward. He reassured me not to be too nervous, as it was merely to understand the situation. However, after Director Gao's words, I felt even more anxious; the secrecy of it all was already unsettling, not to mention that he wanted to gather information from me.

Then I asked him whether I should drive there myself or go with them. He said I would go with them, and after everything was done, he would send me back. I didn't say anything further. When I got downstairs, I saw a black Audi parked below. He said we would take this one, and it was only after getting in that I realized there was a driver inside.

This is the first time I have heard of the term "tree burial," which piqued my interest. He told me that tree burial is not much different from a cemetery; the only difference is that a cemetery has tombstones, while tree burial replaces the tombstone with a tree, making it more environmentally friendly and green

After he saw me, he said he was from the funeral home and had come to see me about something. He spoke very politely, so I invited him to sit down. My parents were momentarily puzzled about what was happening, wondering why someone from the funeral home had come to our house. As for me, when he mentioned he was from the funeral home, I immediately thought of Old Liu, which made me feel somewhat uneasy, though I did not show it on my face.

It was probably in the evening when someone came to our house, a person we did not know. My mother opened the door, and I was sitting on the sofa when I heard him say my name, asking if this was my home. My mother thought he was an acquaintance of mine, so she called for me while welcoming him in. However, when I saw this person, I was also taken aback; I did not recognize him at all.

He showed an embarrassed expression, as he knew it was quite late and also a weekend, which was somewhat inappropriate and abrupt. However, since he came despite knowing this, he said there was something important to discuss. I thought it was fine to mention it here, so I would go with them for a while and tell my parents to stay at home and not worry, as I would be back soon. Upon hearing the words 'funeral home,' my parents naturally felt worried and uneasy. My mother asked what the matter was, and this person reassured her that it was not a big deal, just something I needed to confirm. I went with them for a while and told my parents to stay at home and not worry, as I would be back soon. Upon hearing the words 'funeral home,' my parents naturally felt worried and uneasy. My mother asked what the matter was, and this person reassured her that it was not a big deal, just something I needed to confirm.

Upon arriving at the parking lot in front of the funeral home, he and I got out of the car. For the sake of convenience in description, let us refer to this person as Director Gao. After getting out of the car with Director Gao, the two individuals from the other vehicles had already been waiting for us. Director Gao then led me over and introduced me to the director of the funeral home and several individuals beside him. He also introduced two other people, whom I felt did not seem to belong to the funeral home. They were likely the individuals Director Gao had advised me not to speak or inquire about indiscriminately. Their demeanor was somewhat cold, and after exchanging greetings, Director Gao took us inside. Director Gao then led me over again, introduced me to the director of the funeral home and several individuals beside him, and then introduced the two other people. I felt that these two did not seem to belong to the funeral home, likely the individuals Director Gao had advised me not to speak or inquire about indiscriminately. Their demeanor was somewhat cold, and after exchanging greetings, Director Gao took us inside.

In short, before knowing the truth, I was lost in wild thoughts, to put it plainly, I began to feel particularly anxious. Finally, Director Gao led us into a conference room, inviting us to sit in a circle. I had no idea what this was all about, and when I looked at the others, they all had tense expressions, appearing very serious.

This atmosphere already gives a chilling feeling even before entering, let alone at night. I involuntarily shivered, and the person next to me noticed and asked if it was my first time in such a place. I nodded, then felt that my reaction was somewhat impolite, so I apologized. He waved his hand and said I didn't need to be so courteous; in such places, apart from those who work here all day, basically no one isn't afraid.

In the scene that followed, I indeed saw a person emerge from the cold storage room, but his steps were unsteady, as if he could hardly stand. At first, I remained motionless, watching him, but soon I heard Director Gao whispering in my ear, urging me to take a good look at this person and see if I recognized who he was.

After he finished speaking, he chuckled to himself, and I did not respond further. Instead, I asked him why so many trees were planted next to the funeral home, as it was not located in the mountains. Did the funeral home intend to create a forest-like atmosphere? He smiled and replied that it was not the case. He said that I must not have experienced the death of a loved one; otherwise, I would understand. He then explained to me that these were part of the currently popular practice of tree burials, where the ashes of a person are buried beneath each tree.

I truly did not pay attention to what Director Gao was saying, and as this person kept approaching the camera, suddenly the video was paused. Then, a magnified image appeared. Although the image became increasingly blurry as it was enlarged, I was genuinely startled when I saw this enlarged image. Looking at the person in the image, an ominous feeling gradually filled my mind, and the collision of thoughts became more intense, because the person in the image looked so much like me!

Except for Director Gao, everyone else had little expression and spoke very little. Moreover, a few people looked at me in a way that I found somewhat strange, an indescribable oddness that made me feel quite uncomfortable. Perhaps this is what others refer to as unusual gazes. Furthermore, I later understood why they chose this moment to summon me; it turned out that even on weekends, this group of people had no time to rest, fully utilizing their time for necessary tasks. By the time they came to find me, it was naturally already this late. Additionally, I later realized why they chose this moment to summon me; it turned out that even on weekends, this group of people had no time to rest, fully utilizing their time for necessary tasks. By the time they came to find me, it was naturally already this late.

Moreover, I also saw two vehicles parked a short distance ahead, and after we got in, these two vehicles started to move, and then ours followed suit. He told me that in order to avoid drawing attention, we would not introduce ourselves one by one here, and we would meet again at the funeral home

At this point, I suddenly felt that the situation was quite wrong. I secretly glanced at the expressions of others; they seemed to have seen this many times before, appearing very composed. When I looked over, I even locked eyes with another person, which made me feel a bit awkward. I then averted my gaze and looked back at the screen, feeling as if my breathing had become somewhat difficult.