13 Mink Street

Chapter 5 Care for the dead（3）

For the general welfare funeral, it is fine to take care of the face only, without the family members caring about other things. However, for the big funeral, family members are willing to spend money to have a more exquisite funeral, including a full body cleanup, nail trimming, coffin and clothes, and even the priest's prayer and the decoration of the mourning ceremony site, etc. All of these can be divided into different grades.

Karen helped Mrs. Mary pushed the stretcher into the workshop.

Mrs. Mary pulled over a chair, sat down, and placed an ashtray on the stretcher, almost directly in front of Jeff's face.

"Pfft..."

Mrs. Mary lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then slowly exhaled.

Despite her sharp and critical nature, Mrs. Mary was actually quite attractive. Although she had aged somewhat, she still possessed a unique charm. Of course, any woman pitted against her uncle's demands would find it difficult to maintain their dignity.

Karen stared at the cigarette in Mrs. Mary's hand. The latter noticed this and smiled, pushing the pack towards Karen.

Karen reached out, took one, and grabbed a lighter. She lit up and inhaled.

"Cough... cough... cough... ...……"

A strong sensation of nausea overwhelmed Karen, who covered her chest and began coughing violently.

"Haha... hehe..."

Mrs. Mary laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. This wasn't something Karen had intentionally done for effect. In her previous life, she was a heavy smoker, but this body hadn't been exposed to nicotine before. Both her physical body and mind sent out warnings of "rejecting toxins".

Mrs. Mary extinguished her cigarette and checked Jeff's body for any external injuries. After confirming that there were none, she attempted to adjust his facial expression.

She simply needed to apply some makeup to complete this order. Once the assistants returned, they would put clothes on Jeff and take him upstairs. Given the current weather conditions, even the preservation process could be skipped.

"Hmm?"

Mrs. Mary released her hold and turned to Karen.

"Come here and try to move his face. I can't do it."

"Okay."

Karen extinguished her cigarette and reached out. With one hand, she pressed Jeff's neck, while with the other, she supported his right cheek.

She applied force... and applied force... and applied force...

To Karen's surprise, Jeff's body seemed to be exerting resistance, as if he were trying to move back to his original position himself. It felt like she was wrestling with a live person instead of a corpse.

This discovery made her heart sink slightly. However, just as she was about to let go, she suddenly felt the resistance disappear. No... it was that Jeff's head moved by itself.

Jeff's eyes widened and started staring at Karen. His mouth began to twitch, emitting a sound akin to rats gnawing on wood.

Karen instinctively retreated two steps and leaned against the wall.

"CLANG!"

Something hit the back of her head hard, sounding like a shovel striking a surface.

Karen's body curled up, and her vision became blurry. Yet, she resisted the urge to lose consciousness in this situation. She struggled to lift her head and saw a sea of red.

Karen stumbled backwards, and as she did so, her perspective lifted higher. She realized that the red color she saw belonged to a pair of enormous high heels and the long white leg above them. There was another similar heel and leg across from her.

She looked up and saw a woman's face between her massive heels, staring down at her with curiosity and a smile. Saliva droplets fell from her half-open lips.

"Ssss... sss... sss…"

Static-like noise filled the air, and a deep, magnetic male voice echoed:

“Fear not, this beautiful and charming lady just has a thing for you.”

Here is the translation of the text into English:

This isn't real...

Half a month ago, after awakening, Karen spent almost a week accepting and confirming that he had crossed into another "reality," not just a dream or imagination of her own.

But now,

What he faced,

It is definitely not reality!

He should... no, he was definitely still in the underground basement of the Inmolese family,

All the anomalies started when he tried to break Geoff's head.

In addition to the enormous red high heels and the woman's face in front of him, this product completely defies rational thought and the environment can only indicate one thing: he has been "hypnotized."

The word "hypnosis" has many explanations, but in this case, it means that he has been separated from his physical existence and imprisoned in a mental state.

Abstract interpretation: he is currently... dreaming.

The static noise from the radio continued,

And above,

The woman's mouth began to slowly open,

After reaching the maximum arc a normal human face could achieve, it continued to split open, with a clear sound similar to the friction of a zipper.

Until the entire face was completely horizontally divided by the mouth, the originally compact teeth, after being stretched in width, began to have a great distance between them. And that agile giant tongue, in a more eerie and nimble posture, quickly descended!

Like a lizard, about to swallow a small mosquito.

"Buzz!"

Karen felt his whole body enveloped in a damp and warm sensation, then he was lifted.

When a person is rapidly lifted or moved, similar to riding a pirate ship or swinging a large hammer, they may feel an "itchy" sensation;

And once this feeling intensifies to a certain extent, it easily leads to confusion and even fainting.

This is a dream, this is a dream...

Karen silently repeated in his mind, what he needed to do now was to "wake up" at that moment.

He is actually not sure of the cause of the current situation, but that does not prevent him from dragging unknown things into his familiar and proficient field to solve them;

Just like solving a problem, rather than sitting there scratching his head, it's better to try a bit of fitting using known formulas, even if... they're forced.

In fact, the human spiritual world has always been a very mysterious "place";

When ordinary people dream, they naturally wake up after a certain extent, and in extremely low probability cases, they may realize it's a dream but can't wake up for a while, which is also called "sleep paralysis."

Among another group of good-doers, it is called "lucid dreaming," and through certain training and self-suggestion techniques, the success rate can be improved when they enter the state of "lucid dreaming."

For the vast majority of people, after starting out of interest, they often try to avoid it in the end, because every time they forcibly wake up, the "despair" feeling of surfacing from the depths of the abyss is enough to drive them crazy and extremely scared.

And because of the reality of work, people's mental thoughts are often exercised. In this case, it is easy to make their "dreams" more real, equivalent to "making cocoons and binding oneself."

A more serious situation is that the subconscious starts to "work" on its own through dreams to deceive oneself, allowing you to "wake up" but at the same time "wake up" into a new layer of dreams, reducing your resistance to "dreams," which is called "true self-deception."

If an ordinary person's "sleep paralysis" is just surfacing from the abyss, then such a situation is like a winter swimming enthusiast diving to find a thick layer of ice above his head.

What will happen if he can't wake up in his dream... cannot be defined temporarily, because the death certificate does not have an option to check "died in a dream," and those who "dream big and live" will also end because it was just a dream and the body did not suffer substantial harm.

The wind in his ears blew violently, and his tongue was very elastic. After Karen was rolled up, he was quickly sent into the mouth at an extremely fast speed.