Here Lies The Wicked

Old Library, No. 3, Yuxiu District.

Still at night,

Still, Wei Yulan is the only one on the third floor.

8 April,

Bait discharge day 9,

Location: Old Library, No. 3, Yuxiu District,

Read "The Creepy Mortist":

In ancient times, there were several professions that were often regarded as evil.

Paper cutters, executioners, trappers, backpackers, connectors...

My name is Lin Xiao, and today I'm going to say, exactly what an operator is.

Speaking of connectionists, many modern people may feel strange and have not heard of this profession, but there is a profession in modern times that believes that you are not stranger.

Joiner!

Makeup the deceased with a full instrument to allow the deceased a decent funeral.

In ancient times, torture and lynching were endemic, so many bodies were separated and died tragically.

There are also many incomplete bodies that have died as a result of various accidents.

Consequently, there is an operator who specializes in re-stitching the body of the deceased to preserve the complete appearance during life.

It is also argued that the connector not only connects the body, but also helps the deceased connect the disintegrating dead soul, exceeds the dead soul, and helps the dead reincarnate.

Connectors, or innkeepers, specialize in dealing with dead people, eating dead people's meals.

It is also the most viewable profession with colored glasses.

Adults always warn their children, stay away from the jockeys, and stay away from them. People around them always think this is an obnoxious profession.

It's kind of like people eating pork in peace and despising the butcher's profession, cursing the butcher as a cold-blooded butcher, but people eat pork all their lives.

I'm an abandoned baby. Grandma picked it up from the mountains.

My grandmother is an operator.

Imagine how crowded I was in the village when I was a kid, and my peers didn't play with me. I spent more time, quietly following Grandma, watching Grandma clean up a corpse, so I used to see all kinds of corpses since I was a kid.

But the worst part is the ones who die without a corpse, who can't find their heads after death, or less than half their bodies.

I followed my grandmother when I was a kid, and I've seen two dead bodies in total.

At the age of 11, there was a hunter in the village who went into the mountains to hunt, but did not return one day and one night, so the villagers went into the mountains to find someone, and only the headless body of the hunter was found in a messy stone canyon.

Blood had dried up and black, and his head was taken away by some beast.

The people in the village are most concerned with the rooting of the fallen leaves, the soil for peace, but without a head, how can this corpse be put into the soil for peace? Forced burial may upset future generations, so the hunter's family found my grandmother.

That day, my grandmother spent an entire day at the hunter's house, and she locked herself in a room with a headless body, not allowing any peeking until the next day the cock sounded, and Grandma finally sewed the body together.

I also finally saw the hunter's body, and the body was intact, a paper man's head, sewn around the hunter's neck, the size, the five officials, just like the hunter's life, replaced the hunter's head with a paper man's head.

By the time I was thirteen or four years old, because I was in town high school, I'd barely come back to the village in a month, and that was the second time I'd seen a body without a corpse.

It was a man who went out to work at the construction site in a neighboring village. As a result of the accident at the construction site, the hanging tower wire broke, and the whole body was cut off by the wire, right and left. Next to it was a steep river, and that half of the body fell directly into the river and was washed away by water.

The owner of the construction site had a conscience, which allowed people to salvage for more than a dozen consecutive days, but the salvage was unsuccessful, the heartbroken, the family found my grandmother.

When the rooster sounded again the next day, Grandma stitched up the body again on time. This time, half of her body was replaced by a paper man. She was still alive, and her body, hands and feet looked exactly the same as the real person.

Although my grandmother was a connector, she never let me touch the industry. Grandma always looked at me with kindness and said she just wanted to see me safely finish college, safely marry my wife and son, do not ask for great wealth and greatness, just to see me safely live my life.

It's Grandma, with her growing old body, one person raised me to adulthood with hard work, getting up early and greedy to earn me all the school expenses, I will never forget Grandma's grace. But just as I was in my freshman year of summer work, the village chief suddenly called me and told me about a terrible death, and my grandmother died.

On the day my grandmother died, there was a big boss in the city who came to my grandmother with a bite of ice coffin at night and begged my grandmother to clean her face for a corpse, so I knew that my grandmother's identity didn't seem easy. It turned out to be the body in the ice coffin, and the night my grandmother died cleaning up the body, even the big boss of the city and the people he brought, all mysteriously disappeared overnight.

When I learned of Grandma's death, I almost had a nervous breakdown. A grown man cried sadly on the side of the road and went home to see Grandma for the last time.

When I went back to the village on the highway bus for two days and two nights, when I first saw my grandmother's body, I used to see all kinds of corpses from a young age, and I could tell from a glance that my grandmother was killed.

I thought of the big boss in town, and the ice coffin, angry with me, rushing straight into the ice coffin. The ice coffin was always in my house, and no one in the village dared touch the coffin.

When I opened the cover of the ice coffin, there was an instant frozen chill, which made my hands and feet a little stiff. However, when I looked at the body in the ice coffin, at that moment, my head buzzed, and I felt infinite chills in my heart.

The body had two hands and two feet, each with a loop of stitching.

I naturally recognize what these are, and there's an operator who's been re-stitched for this body, but it's definitely not Grandma's method. If it was Grandma's way of walking, I would never be wrong.

This is not the key, it makes me chill because of the size and color of the limbs, although I have tried to achieve the most harmony, it can still be seen through the details that are different from the body ratio of the deceased!

Which two-hanger operator is this? The operator's biggest taboo was committed and the two bodies were stitched together!

This is to seal two fucking grievances on one person...

In the old library, when the time jumped to 20: 50, Wei suddenly withdrew from the e-novel.

Then there's the sand writing of the tip on the paper industry, 19: 11-20: 50, all right...

Tap!

Suddenly, silent libraries, such as ancient clocks, break through the dark fog.

Sound the footsteps of a man...

Wei Yanlan, hold your breath!

At this moment, Wei's eyes were calm and detailed information about the archives appeared in his mind.

[Serial disappearances].

Number of missing persons: 34.

Date of first incident: 5 March.