My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 4
Odd corpses abound.

Yang Jiu didn't think too much, burned incense with clean hands, and threaded needles.

He grabbed the beggar's head, but it couldn't align with his neck.

Yang Jiu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Granny is a bear, the head and body are not from the same corpse.

how to sew this
The Dongchang guards have never been so outrageous.

In the surrounding area of ​​Dongchang, if someone dies, they will be sent to the corpse shop in Dongchang.

The corpse sewing shop of the East Factory is not inside the East Factory, but is built next to the East Factory.

How to do?
Or just deal with it and sew casually?

People have to be buried whole, otherwise it will be very easy to change, otherwise the court will not support so many corpse sewers.

Yang Jiu is not superstitious, but she feels that it is not appropriate to sew this person's head onto that person's body.

Besides, the head and body of his corpse here are not the same, which means that there is an identical corpse in other sewing shops.

The incense has been lit, and the corpse must be sewn up before it burns out.

Yang Jiu had a headache, opened the door of the mortuary shop, it was pitch black outside, not even a ghost.

Pull the hoop, and the guards will come.

But the body was not sewn properly, and the iron ring could not be pulled.

There are a hundred mortuary shops here, and it is too late to find one by one.

If he howls twice here, the guards will definitely think he is crazy and drag him to behead him.

Yang Jiu could only wander in front of all the corpse shops.

All the seamers eat this kind of food, and their professional ability is not bad. If they see that the head does not match the body, they will not dare to sew blindly.

Just wait.

Jingle Bell.

The bell outside No. [-] corpse shop suddenly rang.

Soon, two guards from the East Factory walked over quickly.

Yang Jiu hurriedly greeted him, clasped his fists in salute, and said respectfully, "My lord, my body was delivered by mistake, the head and body don't match."

"Impossible." An officer gave Yang Jiu a hard look.

Yang Jiu became more respectful, and said: "It's true, if the official doesn't believe it, just let me go and have a look."

"If this is the case, isn't there another corpse that is also the same?"

"However, no other corpse stitcher came forward to explain, why?"

The two guards smiled and walked into No. [-] mortuary shop to carry the corpse.

Why else?It must be my old eyesight.

Yang Jiu gritted her teeth, planning to go back and forcibly sew up the corpse.

The two guards came out quickly carrying a dead body, Yang Jiu just glanced at it casually, and felt horrified.

The corpse's face was densely covered with stitches.

Was this hacked to pieces?

In such a short period of time, so many stitches can be stitched, which shows the strength of the No. [-] corpse sewing shop.

"No. 91 mortuary shop is vacant, and No. 91 mortuary shop is vacant." A guard from the East Factory shouted while running.

A vacancy meant the death of the seamer.

It was the first time Yang Jiu heard of the death of a corpse maker.

Nine out of ten people who sewed corpses died tragically because they were frightened to death, and the remaining ones out of ten could be due to supernatural events.

Hearing the death of a corpse sewer, the corpse sewer in No. [-] mortuary shop also opened the door and came out.

It was an old man carrying a pipe for a pipe, with silver hair cascading behind him like a waterfall, his eyes were sunken and dim.

The old man squatted at the door of his mortuary shop, lit a cigarette, and smoked, his face was soon covered by the smoke.

There are very few corpse sewers who are so old, because no one is willing to work for a long time in this line of sewers.

This old man is more than seventy years old, judging from his stitches, he should be an old-timer in the business of sewing corpses.

Yang Jiu cupped his fists to salute the old man.

The old man didn't even look at Yang Jiu.

The corpse of the No. 90 No. [-] corpse sewing shop was quickly carried by the guards.

The old man stood up, stopped the guard, and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Scared to death." The two guards did not dare to do anything to the old man, and their voices were extremely respectful.

The old man came to the corpse and lightly breathed out a cigarette on the corpse.

Amidst the smog, the bulging eyes of the corpse seamer became more ferocious.

Looking at that face, he was obviously frightened to death.

"Not exactly." The old man stepped aside.

The guard carried the corpse of the sewer away in a hurry.

"Senior, stop." Seeing that the old man was about to go back to his body sewing shop, Yang Jiu hurriedly shouted.

The old man stopped, turned his head slowly, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Dare to ask senior, what will happen if this person's head is sewn onto another person's body?" Yang Jiu asked humbly.

The old man laughed and said, "I will be carried away."

It's not that the corpse is carried away, but that the stitcher becomes a corpse and is carried away.

Yang Jiu rejoiced secretly, and asked again: "Then what will happen if I don't sew up the body?"

"Same." After finishing speaking, the old man walked into the body sewing shop.

If you sew it, you will die, and if you don't sew it, you will die. What's the matter?

Another two guards carried a corpse from No. 91 mortuary shop and stopped in front of No. [-] mortuary shop.

"Third Master, this corpse is weird." An officer said respectfully.

The old man opened the door and came out, glanced at the corpse on the corpse board, and frowned.

The corpse was a beggar whose head had been beheaded. Only a small half of the head had been sewn up, and it was hanging to one side, and it might fall at any time.

"The head is not right to the body, how to sew?" The old man's face was sullen.

Head wrong?

The two guards looked at each other.

Yang Jiu hurried back to her own body sewing shop, took out the head, and said loudly, "Here is the head, here is the head."

The old man finally understood why Yang Jiu asked such an idiotic question just now, and immediately showed a dagger, cut off the half-sewed head, and said: "Boy, time is running out, so act quickly."

When I went back to pick up the head, more than half of the incense had been burned.

Yang Jiu put down the head in his arms, grabbed the one that the old man had cut off, and ran away.

The old man asked the guards to carry the corpse into his mortuary shop.

Yang Jiu closed the door, threaded the needle, and sewed the corpse.

After sewing, there is still a lot of incense left.

The peach blossom needle method is fast, steady and beautiful.

If it weren't for this stitching method, it would be troublesome tonight.

"Book of Life and Death" began to flash in my mind, recording the life of this beggar.

The beggar's name was Zhang Ergou, and his family was not well off, but his parents hoped that there would be a scholar in the family.

While the other children were playing in the mud and playing each other's little brothers, Zhang Ergou was babbling in the private school.

Zhang Ergou is diligent and studious, but his brain is not good enough. After many years of examinations, he failed to pass the examination of scholar. In the end, he also had mental problems and was crazy all day long.

After living in Chang'an, Zhang Ergou made a living by begging.

It was such a poor person who invaded the noodle-selling woman several times.

When poor people meet weaker and more pitiful people than themselves, they will become man-eating beasts.

Zhang Ergou was killed by Yang Jiu in the ruined temple.

The knife was so fast that Zhang Ergou rushed to Huangquan before he felt the pain.

Pulling the iron ring, the guards came in and carried away Zhang Ergou's body.

[Sewing five corpses, reward the host with the "Blue Bag Book". 】

(End of this chapter)