Karen stood up and looked at Lot, who was holding a cane with both hands and pressing his chest against himself to help him maintain his balance.

Take a deep breath,

Feeling dizzy,

For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was suffering from lack of oxygen or being drunk.

But my heart finally felt relieved, and the huge boulder that was originally suppressed in my heart seemed to have been moved away at this moment.

However, this emotion cannot be expressed in words, not because of its complexity, but because the tragedy of another family is right in front of you, and moral standards prevent you from saying anything inappropriate.

If you are not at the scene but are on the phone, that is absolutely fine:

"Hey, Lot, I heard that a family died on your street. I was scared. I thought something happened to your family."

in the face of death,

Most emotions will be dyed gray;

Many times it is not to respect a deceased person, but to respect life;

After all, when most people look at the deceased lying there at the memorial service, they have imagined in their minds what it would be like to be lying there.

Of course, the inner relief is understandable, and there is no need to feel guilty because of it. It is difficult to achieve true communion with human suffering and sadness, especially with strangers.

"Karen, Karen?" Uncle Mason called again, "Are you okay? Hold the car in place."

Karen turned around, walked over, and held the stretcher cart in place.

Uncle Mason then ordered: "Afu, you and I will carry the one inside. Karen, if you can't move it, wait for us here."

Karen tried to push the stretcher alone. It wouldn't be a big problem if it was on a smooth road, but there were so many potholes here that the wheels could easily get stuck.

At this time, Sarah's mother came over, grabbed the other side, and helped Karen push the stretcher.

Lott marched beside him: "Mr. Cullen, did you know that on this street I am called Cripple Lott, and the person lying above is called Broken Hand Hisoka."

"Speaking of which, his father and my father used to be co-workers. When we were children, our fathers often drank together and we played together."

"Later, we entered the same factory together. On the day of the accident, we were both crushed under the equipment. I lost a leg and he lost an arm."

"He once comforted me like this, Hey, Lot, I really envy you. At least you still have a pair of intact hands that can make slippers out of car tire leather, but I can't use these feet to knit gloves."

"His family is actually more difficult than mine. I can earn several hundred rupees a month in the summer by making slippers to support my family, and my wife can still get a salary from working in a textile factory.

He often had to go to the garbage dump to pick up leftover meat and sell it to the fried meat shop. However, he often brought home the freshest and most complete meat and shared it with us.

Every time he gave me meat, he would say:

Hey, even if the meat is leftover, it still tastes delicious. It’s just like the two of us, missing arms and legs, but aren’t we still human beings?”

"His wife has been having heart problems and can't do hard work, so she and her mother make origami boxes at home. One hundred paper boxes can be exchanged for 2 rupees in wages, and they often fold for a whole day."

"After we came back from the parade that day, we were all very excited. He said to me, Lot, did you see that Mr. Hickson is still standing with us, and he is still the pride of our East District."

"He was already allocating how to spend the 200 rupees he could receive every month. He said he wanted to save it and let his wife go to the hospital to check her heart. He said his wife's heart problem seemed to be getting worse, but he

But my wife said that money should be saved for the children to go to school, and when the children go to junior high school, the tuition and book fees will be more expensive.”

"Just last night, after Mr. Cullen left, I went to visit him at his house. I even showed him the beautiful business card you gave me."

"He was very surprised and said that he saw the hearse parked on the street. When he passed by, he even sighed, how on earth can a family member lie in such a luxurious and comfortable car to attend his own mourning meeting after death?

?”

"I told him about your dinner at my house. He said that in the future, when his baby goes to junior high school, he should also get to know classmates from better families. When he brings his classmates home as guests, he will have to prepare something to entertain them.

Only then can you be polite."

The stretcher truck had been pushed behind the hearse. Karen opened the rear compartment of the hearse and pulled down a pad from above so that the stretcher truck could be pulled directly up. This was a configuration that old hearses did not have.

Karen went up first and pulled it up, while Sarah's mother and Lott reached out and pushed down together.

Finally, the stretcher carrying "Xiso" was pushed onto the hearse.

Karen got out of the car and looked into the distance, looking for his uncle and Afu.

At this moment, Mr. Lott, who had been talking, suddenly moved his face to Karen, his expression became a little distorted, his eyes were completely red, and he roared almost hysterically:

"Mr. Cullen, last night a father who was still thinking about how to entertain his daughter's classmates who came from a good family, committed suicide by taking poison. Do you think it is possible?"

"I……"

"He died, Hisoka died, his mother hanged herself, and his wife jumped off a building with her daughter. I went to see that scene, but I couldn't watch it, I couldn't watch it at all, and I couldn't bear to watch it.

Mr. Cullen, their little Mila is the family's darling.

No matter what happens, they will definitely protect Xiao Mila, especially his wife. His wife has heart problems since giving birth to Xiao Mila.

His wife regarded her daughter as more precious than her own life.

Even if she wants to seek death,

How could he take his daughter to death with him!"

Karen didn't know how to answer Lot's words.

Lot grabbed Karen's clothes with his hands, and Sarah's mother pulled her husband from behind, but Lot wouldn't let go.

"And... why is it you, Mr. Cullen, who came to pick up Hisoka?

God,

Can he afford the funeral expenses?

His family even needs to raise the cremation expenses.

How can you have money to hold a condolence meeting!

Take a look,

Now he was lying down in this big and comfortable car,

This is something he couldn’t even imagine yesterday when he was still alive!!!”

"Plop!"

Lot's two crutches fell to the ground, and then he fell completely into the puddle, splashing a piece of sewage, but even though he was disabled, he always loved to be clean, but he kept patting the puddle with both hands.

:

"Who can tell me what is going on! Who can tell me what is going on!

Why did those reporters come so quickly!

Why did Hisoka curse Mr. Xixon in his suicide note?

God,

He is a cut-off Hisoka who can’t even understand his daughter’s elementary school questions, and still needs to bring his daughter to ask Sarah for homework!”

At this time, a group of reporters who had finished taking photos walked out;

Holding umbrellas and protecting their cameras, they carefully stepped over the bricks in the puddles. When they passed by Lot, who was frantically slapping the puddles, they all showed frightened and contemptuous expressions and walked away from a distance.

Let Lot continue to sit there and shout crazily.

At this time, with the help of a policeman, the uncle also pushed out the body of Hisoka's mother.

Further away, Ah Fu pushed another stretcher cart over alone, with two people lying on it under a white cloth.

All the corpses were transported to the hearse, and the wheels of the stretcher were put away. In the pit in the middle, there were Hisoka and his mother, and on both sides, where the people in the car were originally sitting, there were his wife and daughter.

After Mason signed the bill with the police, he got into the cab.

"Master, get in the car." Afu reminded Karen.

Karen got into the car, and the body was lying on the seat where the person was sitting. Karen could only sit underneath with Ah Fu, and at the same time stretched out an arm to prevent the body from sliding down due to the bumps of the car.

finally,

The hustle and bustle outside began to fade away, and the hearse drove out of Mining Street.

"Afu, help me get a cigarette." Uncle Mason, who was driving, shouted.

Ah Fu walked over, took out Uncle Mason's cigarettes, handed one to Mason's mouth, and helped Mason light it.

When Ah Fu was about to put the cigarette back, Mason pouted behind his head.

Ah Fu understood, and at the same time, he also remembered the scene that day when he and Ms. Molly smoked together with the great being at the window sill of the second floor of No. 128 Mink Street, and then laughed loudly.

Alfred put the cigarette to Karen's mouth,

Karen took the cigarette but refused to help light it.

"uncle……"

Before Karen could finish speaking, Uncle Mason who was driving immediately shouted:

"Suicide, suicide, suicide, fucking suicide!"

Prepare the deposit for the funeral service in advance, make an appointment, and then commit suicide as a whole family, waiting for the body to be collected. This is not impossible. In fact, it is not that we have never encountered similar business before. There are really old couples who want to die together, so help in advance

Arrange your own funeral arrangements.
To be continued...