Karen put away the two shovels on the ground and put them back in the hearse. After sitting in the cab, he pulled the rearview mirror down and faced himself:

"Decent?"

I wiped a finger on the rearview mirror, and then looked at myself in the mirror:

"Is this appropriate?"

Karen looked out the car window and had to say that the cemetery at night is indeed a place that can make people feel peaceful, because the people lying here are peaceful.

After sitting for a while and checking the time, Karen started the hearse and drove towards the cemetery gate.

When I arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, I saw the old caretaker sitting there cooking macaroni on a small stove.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Karen greeted.

The old man glared at Karen angrily: "Who closed the door when I'm sleeping?"

"It's almost dawn."

The cemetery is open during the day and closed at night.

"Oh, dead people are more punctual than living people."

"You are really responsible."

"You come here a few times in the middle of the night, and I'm probably going to lie down inside. For an old man, do you know how difficult it is to finally get a good night's sleep?"

"I'm sorry, there won't be a next time."

"No, I have to pay more next time!"

"OK."

The old man smiled, and while stirring the macaroni in the pot with a spoon, he asked perfunctorily: "What a pity, you have to go back in a hurry, otherwise I will treat you to breakfast, oh no, it should be considered a midnight snack now."

Karen opened the car door, got out of the car, came to the small stove, and said, "I'm really hungry."

"..." The old man.

The first pot of macaroni came out, half for the old man and half for Karen;

"Ketchup, here."

"Is there any chili sauce?"

"Only ketchup, anything else is heresy."

"OK."

Each person has a plate and a fork and starts eating.

Soon, the plates in both people's hands were all empty.

The old man smiled and asked: "Are you full?"

Karen shook his head: "No."

The old man went in and took out another bag and poured it into the pot. As he poured it, he said, "I can see that you plan to eat back the opening fee you just gave me."

"Do you have a refrigerator in this house?"

"have."

"Then I'll have someone bring some meatballs and meat slices another day to prepare for hot pot next time."

"Are you asking someone?" The old man touched his chin, "Aren't you a member of the Pavaro family?"

Karen shook his head: "Not really."

"Are you his son-in-law?"

"Forehead……"

The old man patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Pavaro's son-in-law, wow, he looks really decent."

Karen reluctantly picked up the spoon and stirred the decent powder in the pot.

"May I have your name?"

"Karen, what about you?"

"They all call me Saman the Pied Piper."

"Oh, it's cooked."

"Don't you want to ask me why they call me 'The Piper'?"

"No, because I don't want to listen to the performance now."

"That's your loss, your ears and your heart, I promise!"

"Yes, I believe it."

Karen began to scoop out the powder.

"Save some for me, are you going to eat it all, damn it!"

After eating the two pots of macaroni, the feeling of satisfaction suddenly appeared.

"I want to call the funeral director."

"Go ahead and take out my flute."

Karen got up, walked into the caretaker's cabin, picked up the phone and dialed the number of the funeral service.

"Hello, Master?"

"It's me."

"Master, where are you now?"

"Ivy Cemetery."

"Master, should I come to pick you up now? I'll take Dinkom with me and let him drive the hearse back. I'll take you home directly."

"Well, okay."

Karen thinks Alfred's arrangement is very good.

After hanging up the phone, Karen scanned the room and found a recorder on a desk. He picked it up and walked to the steps outside the house, handing it to Saman.

Old Saman picked up the flute and put it to his mouth. When he was about to play, he put it down again and said to Karen:

"Young man, I think you should learn to respect your elders more."

"for example?"

"For example, when an elder wants to play the flute, you should first say that you are looking forward to it."

"But I just don't want to hear it."

"Hey, aren't you bored?"

"I'm not bored. I just want to sit here for a while."

"You're not bored, but they will be."

"who?"

"There are not so many people here, all gathered here, waiting to hear me play. This is everyone's homework every morning, and it is our custom here. No one will be late!"

As he said this, Old Saman observed Karen, but saw that Karen was not "scared" at all. He frowned and said angrily: "I forgot you were in this business, how could you be afraid of ghost stories.

"

At this time,

Karen's eyes suddenly became deep and he said in a very calm tone:

"Shh, listen, they are talking."

For some reason, old Saman shuddered violently;

Then Karen smiled.

Old Saman knew that he had been tricked, and he was so angry that he immediately stood up and held up his recorder to hit Karen. Karen then got into the hearse and closed the door.

"Get down here!"

Karen shook her head.

"Come down!"

Karen smiled, took out half a pack of cigarettes from his bag, and threw it directly to old Saman.

Old Saman took the cigarette and muttered a few words to Karen, but was still too embarrassed to continue the attack, so he sat back on the steps and smoked a cigarette alone.

While smoking, I was still wondering, why was I so scared just now?

Karen sat in the car and closed her eyes to relax.

I don’t know how long I lay there when I heard the sound of a car in front of me. When I opened my eyes, Alfred was coming. Karen got out of the car and waved to old Saman who was still sitting on the steps:

"Gone."
To be continued...