Evil God

Chapter 8 Coming!

The sky is dimly lit;

”Who is it, who the hell is it?”

In the basement, there came Aunt Mary's angry screams.

Then,

She walked up the slope in anger,

Saw Dis wearing priest's clothes.

“Father, I don't know which damn person gave Mr. Mosan in the basement.”

“I did a ceremony for him.”

“Oh, I see. Praise your kindness and may Mr. Mosan rest in peace.”

Aunt Mary immediately prayed.

Immediately,

She turned around and returned to the studio, quietly redoing Mr. Mosan's makeup.

It's not uncommon before, as the bodies collected at home have been messed up. My father-in-law has also performed rituals for the bodies several times, causing them to wear makeup.

But,

Since it was done by the father,

Aunt Mary dare not get angry with him, not at all.

Last night, Karen, who had left here, relocated Mr. Mosan's body back to the stretcher truck, wiped away his own blood from the ground, and tidied up Mr. Mosan's clothes, but the makeup on his face... Karen was really unable to recover;

So, he had to wash himself again and then go back to bed.

When he wakes up,

Lunt, who slept in the same room with himself, is no longer there.

Karen sat up from the bed and reached out to pat his forehead.

This body is indeed good-looking, even from a man's perspective, it is also good-looking;

But it's just too weak.

Although Karen often stayed up late and smoked in his previous life, he persisted in running and fitness, and his physical fitness was still good.

“It seems that I need to put exercise on the schedule.”

Karen washed herself and went down to the second floor to see milk and bread on the dining table.

Poured a glass of milk, took the bread and dipped it in it. After eating two pieces of milk mixed with Bread crumbs, Karen drank the milk. Karen sorted out his collar and cuffs and went down to the first floor.

The Phonograph on the first floor is playing the piano song "The Faraway Old Man", which is one of the most frequently used tracks in mourning venues in Roja City and several nearby cities.

Karen stood by the Phonograph. The first floor had been arranged, looking solemn and solemn;

Ron and Paul are placing the coffin on a small platform, while Mina and Chris are busy lighting candles;

Cousin Lent was holding a mop in his hand, clearing possible footprints on the ground.

Aunt Mary sat in the corner drinking water, looking a bit tired. Why was she tired? Karen also knew that the work she had already done last night had turned into morning work, and she must have been very tired.

Aunt Winnie was holding a booklet and counting the utensils.

All the furnishings in the first floor room, except for the "flowers", are old actors.

Although they are all reusable items, it is still a significant expense to replace them if they are lost or left behind.

Grandpa stood by the small high platform, watching Ron and Paul place the coffin.

Karen has been down for a while now, and Grandpa didn't intentionally turn his gaze towards Karen.

Everyone in the family is working, but Karen got up late and no one called, which can be considered a privilege for "Karen".

“Please, thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry to come so early.”

“It's okay, it's okay, it should be, hehe.”

Uncle Mason welcomed in a middle-aged bald man who was dressed very cheaply but looked very stylish;

Karen searched his memory and learned that his name was "Malmö", and he was the deputy director of an office of the district government.

In her memory, Aunt Mary looked down on this person very much, thinking that he was too greedy and didn't look good. he also liked to hold onto er identity. However, in the office where he was located, except for a director, everyone else was a "deputy director";

Everyone else in the office hangs out by the back door, so he has to run errands and work hard, so in reality, he is just a clerk,

Mr. Malmö noticed Karen and reached out to touch her head;

Karen took a step back and dodged.

“Hehe, last time I learned about your illness, it seems that your body has recovered now.”

“Yes, thank you very much for your concern, "Karen replied.

“Um, okay.”

Without further delay, Malmö walked up the steps, picked up the old "Woffords" camera he carried, took a picture of Jeff in the coffin, and then stepped back down the steps;

Grandpa, dressed as a priest, stood in front of the coffin, lowered his head, and prayed;

“Click.”

Malmö took another picture;

Finally,

Malmö retreated to the entrance of the living room and chose a place with better light. The camera lens was facing the whole living room and raised;

Karen saw Aunt Mary, who was originally sitting in a chair, also stand up, and everyone, including her cousins, bowed their heads in solemn mourning.

“Get ready, take your positions…”

Karen also stood up straight and lowered his head.

“Click.”

“Okay.”

Malmö put down his camera.

Uncle Mason handed Malmo a black notebook, and Malmo nodded and took it.

Inside is a tip;

The welfare bill is like this. Simply looking at the allocation quotas of the city government and charitable organizations, it is not low, but it needs to be implemented layer by layer.

Of course, today's "tip" will be more than usual, because Mr. Malmö got up early today.

The three photos that needed to be filed and submitted were shot. Without delay, Mr. Malmö took his camera and notebook and left directly. Uncle Mason sent him to the door all the way.

Even if you want to be courteous and send people directly back to the office, you can't do it. Unless Mr. Malmö is willing to be picked up by hearse, there is really no private car in Emrys' family.

Subsequently,

Paul and Ron worked together to remove Jeff's body from the coffin, place it on a stretcher, and push it back to the basement;

Immediately afterwards, the two of them pushed out Mr. Mosan and carried him into the coffin.

Aunt Mary stepped forward and began making posture adjustments to make Mr. Mosan appear as "comfortable" and "calm" as possible.

The remaining decorations and furnishings have not changed, as usual.

This is' rush to market ';

Although Mr. Mosan's children are very stingy in other aspects, due to some relatives living outside the city, they have booked a "whole day" instead of a "half day" for Mr. Mosan's memorial service.

Of course, if conditions permit, let alone package for half a day, they are even willing to "package time".

So, today "Jeff" actually rubbed against Mr. Mosan's car.

Jeff, who has already completed the process, must make way and return to the basement to continue lying down.

Mr. Mosan has already "laid down" his seat,

Paul and Ron respectively went to the entrance of the living room and set up signs at the entrance of the courtyard by the road, indicating that today is Mr. Mosan's memorial service.

Anyway, he didn't have much to do on the first floor. Karen simply walked to the garden and picked a lot of patchouli leaves.

Subsequently, he walked up to the second floor and entered the kitchen.

Today's lunch was prepared by him;

Many times, mourning venues provide simple meals for relatives and friends who come to mourn. Of course, this may only happen after the family needs this service and pays for it;

Therefore, the people in Emrys 'family will eat together as a working meal.

But today, Mr. Mosan's children didn't even order the cheapest lemonade, so they had to prepare lunch by themselves.

Karen, who entered the kitchen, did not have much discomfort. In his previous life, he often cooked for himself, and he also enjoyed the process very much. Although his cooking skills were not comparable to that of a chef, they should be considered excellent at the level of housewife.

Wash the patchouli leaves first, and Karen put a few pieces into a cup before pouring them into hot water.

Subsequently, he began to choose ingredients, and his family's stock of ingredients was actually quite abundant, but he did not plan to cook any sumptuous meals.

There is a refrigerator in the kitchen that looks very new and probably hasn't been bought for long, but in Karen's eyes, it's really "old".

As he was preparing to process the ingredients, there were some noises coming from the first floor, indicating that relatives and friends who were attending Mr. Mosan's memorial service had arrived one after another.

Mina and Chris walked to the second floor, and the two little girls stood curiously outside the kitchen, looking at Karen who was kneading dough.

When there was business at home, the two of them had to be responsible for serving tea and water on the first floor, but today they don't need it.

“Brother, when did you learn to cook? "Mina asked.

“Yes, yes, what's that stick for? "Chris asked, poking her head.

“Wait to eat.”

Karen smiled. The rolling pin he was holding in his hand was removed from his small desk in his bedroom. In fact, there was a more convenient round stick in the basement, but Karen dared not use it or wash it.

Pour oil, heat it, Karen will put the wrapped Spring rolls into the frying pan, and then take out the oil control.

The Spring rolls is wrapped with leeks and mixed with some diced meat;

Afterwards, Karen began frying eggplant cakes, but in the middle of each eggplant cake, Karen added a piece of patchouli leaf, which made the taste more crispy and greasy.

Because there are many people in the family, Ron and Paul will also have lunch here, so Spring rolls and tomato cake Karen fried two large plates respectively.

Afterwards,

Karen began to stir fry ingredients, and he felt that he would still have to make time to go to the market in the future. His family had a lot of food reserves, but there was a shortage of major ingredients;

Pour the previously marinated chicken pieces into the pot, cover the lid, and start simmering.

Yes, Karen is going to make another 'yellow braised chicken'.

Pick up the tea cup and let the warm tea enter,

Huh,

Karen really likes this feeling.

In his hometown in the last life, there was a popular simple way of eating, called "Chazuke", which used tea and some pickled mustard tuber. Although it was simple, it was also addictive to eat, but it was not friendly to the stomach and intestines.

Oh, yes, he has to make some kimchi himself. Although there are "jars" in the basement, Karen still decided to go to the market to buy a new one.

After the chicken was almost cooked, Karen poured the sliced potatoes, shiitake mushrooms, green peppers, etc. into it and began the final high heat harvesting.

In another pot, Karen made a simple tomato egg soup with eggs and tomatoes.

When the soup is cooked, the braised chicken can also come out of the pot.

“Mina, Chris, come and serve the dishes.”

“Okay, brother.”

“Hmm, it smells so good.”

Mina and Chris come in to pick up the dishes;

After putting them together on the table, Chris went down to inform the family that lunch was ready, and then she ran up eagerly, reached out and grabbed a Spring rolls, and gave it to her mouth.

It's not that you don't follow the table rules, but when you have business at home, you always come up to eat when you have free time. There's no need to wait for people to gather, and if you have eaten earlier, you can still go down to greet the guests during shifts.

“It's delicious, brother, "Chris nodded while chewing.

“Chris, use a fork, "Mina reminded.

"It's ok, just use the hand." Karen himself took the Spring rolls with his hand and dipped it in the bowl with fruit vinegar;

The taste of fruit vinegar at home is similar to that of white vinegar. Karen is not very satisfied. He is more accustomed to Zhenjiang vinegar.

Mina fills Karen with a bowl of soup. As usual, Karen likes to add vinegar to drink Tomato and egg soup, but he still resists the taste of fruit vinegar.

Take a sip of soup into his throat,

Karen took a deep breath,

Moved to tears for a moment.

It's not greedy, but after experiencing such a big change, the food in "hometown" can bring a sense of spiritual comfort to people.

No matter how much "chicken soup" there is, there is no more solid soup that can be put into the throat.

Mina and Chris eat delicious food. They dip Spring rolls and eggplant cakes in the soup of braised chicken, but Karen refuses Mina to put braised chicken in his plate;

He didn't cook rice, and yellow braised chicken without rice has no soul.

“Brother, can you teach me how to cook in the future? "Mina said.

“And me, and me, "Chris also looked forward to it.

“Well, okay.”

At this moment, Aunt Mary also walked up and saw the food on the table. She was very surprised and said, "Karen, did you make it?”

“Yes, aunt, try it.”

“Okay.”

Aunt Mary picked up a Spring rolls and took a bite:

“Well, it's delicious. When did you learn cooking?”

“I read it in a book.”

“Really, that's great. In the future, we can add another service at home, and the chef we hired carefully prepared a simple meal for our guests.”

"OK." Karen responded politely. Today, he is just trying his hand at something. He will also cook many dishes. He has achieved little financial independence in his last life. He often travels all over the country and does not punch in for photos, but specifically looks for local food;

He particularly likes and is good at Sichuan cuisine.

Aunt Mary sat down and continued to eat, still mocking as she ate:

“There aren't many people coming to mourn, and there are even fewer who send dowry money. There are even those who only send a bouquet of flowers. it seems that they were picked by hand from Mrs. Mark's yard next door.”

The level of productivity development is the fundamental reason for the emergence of customs and traditions. After all, both marriage and funeral require the support of family and friends, so the emergence of dowry also has its rationality.

However, according to Karen's memory, gifts can be given at weddings here without any money, but sometimes newlyweds will make lists of the gifts they want to give to their relatives and friends, which is not different.

Moreover, people are still more willing to receive cash than gifts.

“Can we go back to Ben then? "Karen asked Aunt Mary.

“So they booked the afternoon party, and relatives who live outside the city will come in the afternoon. There should be someone inside who can offer generous dowry money, right?” Aunt Mary took a sip of soup and continued," But it doesn't matter. We can also enjoy leisure with less income.”

The big guys came up for lunch one after another, all showing unanimous praise for Karen's cooking skills.

Spring rolls are the most popular food in the order of food. Ron and Paul came up again in the afternoon to sweep out the remaining cool Spring rolls;

When Grandpa came up for lunch, Karen stood next to him.

“Not bad.”

“I will do other things, "Karen said," but I need to add some extra spices.”

“Ask your aunt for money.”

“Okay, Grandpa.”

“If you cook in the future, your pocket money can increase a bit, and of course, you don't have to cook every day, "said Dish.

“I enjoy cooking.”

Well, an increase in pocket money is also needed.

During the conversation between the grandpa and grandson, Pu'er had been crawling on the small sofa next to it, looking at the table of food. The cat was lost in thought.

“Meow... "(A self created language demon?)

“Meow... "(A monster who can also cook?)

“Meow... meow... "(Am I crazy, or am I a demon crazy?)

At nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, the last group of mournful guests from outside the city finally arrived.

They are four elderly people, dressed in suits, with military merit badges hanging from their chests.

Karen noticed that the four of them provided envelopes containing the memorial money, which were noticeably thicker.

Four old people gathered around Mr. Mosan to mourn. One of them, Dingle, asked Aunt Mary about the funeral arrangements later. Aunt Mary politely replied that everything had been arranged;

Behind the scenes, one can mock the stinginess of others' children, but there is no need to dismantle them in person.

Mr. Mosan's children quickly stepped forward and helped several elderly people leave together while speaking.

Karen, standing at the entrance of the living room using a bucket to collect water, heard Mr. Mosan's children explaining that due to weather conditions, the burial in the cemetery would not be organized or arranged. He said Mr. Mosan's last words were to hope that everything would be simplified and not disturb everyone.

However, Mr. Dingle clearly saw something, but it was not true. When he walked out of the courtyard with several other old people, Karen saw him sigh in the direction of the living room and wipe his eyes.

The mourning meeting is over.

Under the organization and supervision of Aunt Winnie, everyone began to tidy up the living room.

Paul's neighbor came over to find Paul and said that his mother went to the clinic for an afternoon check-up due to physical reasons.

Paul, who had just raised his salary, asked his neighbor about his mother's situation. After all, he had just raised his salary, and if it weren't a big problem, he would be embarrassed to leave work now;

After all, today's work is not finished yet. Although there is no need to transport coffins to the cemetery for burial, two bodies need to be transported to the suburban Xius Crematorium for cremation.

“Go to the clinic to see your mother and say hello to her for me, "Aunt Mary said.

“Thank you very much, madam.”

Paul thanked and immediately turned around to run towards the clinic with his neighbor.

After Paul left, Uncle Mason's face turned pale and he reached out to rub his buttocks, complaining:

“I still have pain here.”

Aunt Mary's gaze widened and she shouted to her husband, "You'll be lazy.”

Normally, Uncle Mason doesn't touch corpses much and doesn't like to do physical work. It's normal to be lazy;

However, at the moment, Karen believes that Uncle Mason is really inconvenient. Yesterday, he should have been injured. He said he fell, but Karen believes that Uncle Mason was beaten.

“Uncle, I'll accompany you, "Karen said.

It's not that Karen is diligent, but that he knows that there are some things that don't need to be hidden, just tacit;

But currently, the important thing to ensure his own safety is that he needs to integrate into this family.

'Home' is my grandfather's weakness;

To some extent, Karen is also grasping this weakness, and with the goal of saving his life, Karen does not consider himself insidious or pretentious.

Aunt Mary didn't want Karen to go to work, but the situation in the studio that day made her very worried about her nephew's recent physical condition, but she really lacks male strength at the moment.

According to customs, except for legitimate relatives, women and underage children are not suitable to go to crematoriums, and the folk adult standard here is fifteen years old.

Uncle Mason was overjoyed and affectionately patted Karen on the shoulder, saying, "Our Karen has really grown up. Ron, come on, let's transport the 'guests' up first.”

Karen and Ron first pushed Jeff out of the basement, who had been parked alone for a day, and then worked together to move onto the modified "Fruit Shell" hearse;

Subsequently, Mr. Mosan was pushed out and placed on the hearse.

When carrying, Ron was afraid that Karen might not have enough strength. He lifted the guest’s shoulders on his own, and Karen only needed to lift his legs.

After the "guests" got into the car, Uncle Mason waved goodbye to his aunt, sat in the driver's cab, and started the car.

The car turned west all the way, continued westward, and entered the townhouse area on Mink Street.

At this moment, Karen discovered that Uncle Mason had intentionally slowed down the speed.

Karen turned her head to look at the townhouse across from his,

At the window sill position on the second floor,

He saw a woman sitting by the coffee table behind the curtains, with a book and a glass of water on it;

The woman leaned back slightly, her upper half of her body hidden behind the curtains that had not been fully opened. Instead, her slender legs and the swaying red high heels gently lifted by her toes showed a strange atmosphere and temptation;

But after Karen saw that high heeled shoe,

Suddenly feeling a little dizzy and feeling an unknown haze;

Because of the bad image left by that dream, for a long time to come, he should not be so fond of high heels, especially... red ones;

Turning his head again towards the driver's seat in front of him and also towards the direction of the townhouse, Uncle Mason had an indescribable expression in his eyes;

But in Karen's memory, although Uncle Mason's business was unregulated and he liked to be lazy and didn't like physical labor, his lifestyle was fine, and his relationship with Aunt Mary was also excellent.

Therefore, Karen doesn't think that Uncle Mason had an affair here, and it's foolish for him to choose someone so close to home.

At this moment, Karen tentatively asked:

“First love?”

“Um... nonsense, nothing.”

Mason immediately stepped on the gas pedal,

Finally, he took a look at the woman in an apron watering the flowers in the flower garden.

After leaving Mink Street, Uncle Mason couldn't help but turn his head and look at Karen, with a hint of sarcastic expression on his face:

“It's really nothing.”

“I believe in my uncle.”

“In fact, I only recently learned that she and her husband have moved here. I met her across the yard, but we just smiled at each other and didn't speak. Karen, you know, I am a family oriented person.”

Speaking of this,

Uncle Mason sighed and continued:

“I made a mess of my former home, but since I have already made such a mess, how can I ever do anything wrong to your aunt again.

However, the day before yesterday, her family encountered a problem and she asked me for help. I helped handle it for a while, and then there was no further involvement. She and her husband were looking for a new house to move.”

Uncle Mason unconsciously moved his buttocks and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two "guests" lying in the carriage.

Karen noticed this detail,

So,

Is Uncle Mason's grandfather beating him related to Jeff lying behind him?

It could only be Jeff, because Mr. Mosan was taken from a nursing home, and Jeff was frozen to death on the street with a welfare bill.

Recalling the dream he had in front of Jeff and the fact that his grandpa had left the basement, Aunt Mary immediately called Uncle Mason to come home

Karen rubbed his brow,

Jeff, is it really freezing to death?

“Karen…”

“Don't worry, Uncle, I won't tell my aunt.”

Karen knew that his uncle wanted this guarantee, but he deliberately didn't say it before, waiting to hear more gossip.

“Huh... hehe.”

Second floor, bedroom.

Lift one leg, hook the high heel sole around the curtain, and pull the curtain closed.

Immediately, the legs in red high heels walked towards the door.

When 'she' is ready to open the door,

A "snowflake sound" was heard on the nearby radio;

“Cough, cough, cough…”

A cough came from inside.

“Where are you going?”

The host's voice on the radio seemed a bit weak, like he was sick or... injured.

Next,

Another sound came from the radio:

“Oh, you said you sensed him? He's already dead, do you know, because you scared him to death and caused me so much trouble? The judges of the Order Church in this area have already come to me.”

“What do you call a judge of an order church?”

“Of course, the others are nothing, but he is not. He is not an ordinary judge... No, I don't even know why he is only a local judge now. My injury is what he left behind, and I am not fully confident in defeating him.”

“I'm injured this time, so I'll assume I owe you the favor I owed you back then. So, please take it easy for me. Additionally, there may be some incidents in Roja recently, and I've noticed several unusual smells appearing in the suburbs of this city.”

“He, he, he? Why are you still bothering him! He's just a stupid thief who was scared to death by you. He's being sent to cremation, what else do you want?”

“What.”

“You said you're not referring to that stupid thief?”

“Is it... the guy who entered our spiritual consciousness last time?”

“So, then, let's not touch him anymore. He's definitely not an ordinary existence! Even, I think he is a worshipper in a certain theology who is exploring spiritually with the help of church artifacts and happens to hit you and me.”

“Afterwards, I realized how powerful he was because I thought it was another foolish thief in this family who was dragged in by you, but then you told me that he appeared quietly, No, it's coming.”

“Why did he do this, you ask me?”

“Spy, it's just his interest, not his original intention.”

“Especially the hymn he sang... made me shudder from my soul.”