Chapter 37 end

I seem to have fallen from a very high place and landed in a sea of ​​cotton.Countless cotton around my body rose slowly like white snow waves, and then fell slowly.Soaring and falling are silent.Countless petals of cotton fluffed down like heavy snow, and gradually buried my body. At first, I could still see the sun in the sky and the flock of geese flying south through the gaps in the cotton, but later only paleness remained.I think I've been buried with cotton.I cried for my funeral, tears streaming down my cheeks.It's a blessing to be alone at your own funeral, especially when you see loved ones crying over your death.Fang Biyu was crying for me, with dewdrops on her eyelashes.She was dressed in a light gauze, she was as graceful as a jade, and her style was like willow smoke.She held the cotton in her hand and sprinkled it on my face one by one.Brother Ma, rest in peace!I'm crying in the cotton...it's raining it's raining!Someone yelled in my face.I struggled to get out of the cotton dream, and felt some hot and smelly liquid dripping on my face.Looking up, water was seeping from the seam of the mat above the head. It turned out that the person on the upper bunk had wet the bed.The four or five victims cursed in unison, but the person on the upper bunk remained silent, as if dead.It was only after dawn that I found out that the person who wet the bed was Yang Gui from the packing workshop, an extremely strong man.I heard from people in his village that Yang Gui, a man with a lot of money, actually took a dwarf who was less than one meter tall as his wife, otherwise he would have to be a bachelor.I've seen Yang Gui get angry, it's quite scary.The reason was that Li Jieshi in the packaging workshop made fun of his dwarf wife. Yang Gui's eyes were bloodshot and his hands stuck Li Jieshi's neck.

Feng Jieba stood on guard at night and patrolled. At midnight, he was so hungry that he carried a big gun and wandered around the cafeteria, looking for something to eat.The canteen was locked, and I couldn’t get in. I wanted to pick the lock but didn’t dare. I sighed and walked forward, and suddenly remembered that there was a shed outside the canteen. Sweet potatoes are safe.Maybe find a piece of sweet potato to eat.Bending down into the mat shed, I smelled the sweet potato oil and felt the heat that had not dissipated.He was startled when he heard a slight sound, took out the flashlight, and shot out a flash of white light, covering the two people without pants on the firewood in front of the stove.After a closer look, it turned out to be Zhao Hu and Zhao Yiping.Feng stammered and said earnestly: "You, don't be afraid, just keep going. I'll stand guard for you." The two men hurriedly put on their trousers.Zhao Yiping stooped and ran away.Zhao Hu and Feng stammered to get close.Feng stammered: "I'm so hungry, I don't have time to talk to you!" "Zhao Hu said: "I have biscuits, you wait. "After a while, Zhao Hu really sent Feng Jieba a catty of biscuits.

"From now on, I want to go to the mat shed every night to find biscuits to eat, and I will never go there again." Feng stammered and said with a smile. The train blew its flute and rushed across an iron bridge. Zhang Hongkui, a temporary worker in the baling workshop, is responsible for stepping on the bales—pour the cotton into the wooden box that is 2.5 meters high, 80 cm wide, and 750 cm high, and is covered with iron sheets, and then push it to the baler to lift it up and down. The squeeze bag is tied.Zhang Hongkui stepped on half a pack of cotton before changing shifts. He was tired and fell asleep sitting in the box.The shift changer came and thought the box had already been stepped on, so he pushed it onto the baler, started the machine, and squeezed onto it with a clang.Squeezing and squeezing, blood flowed from the cracks of the box. Knowing that something was wrong, Zhang Hongkui had turned into a meatloaf when he opened the box.

Fang Biyu's body was wrapped in layers of white cloth and buried next to Xu Lianhua's tomb.After her death, the party branch secretary of the factory asked me to find out about the situation.I will report truthfully.Some people say she committed suicide because she had reasons for suicide: a scandal was exposed, she was beaten by her father-in-law, and Li Zhigao rebelled.Everyone scolded Li Zhigao for being nothing.Even the sons and daughters of cadres such as "Current" and "A Pinch of Mao" who have always been enemies of Fang Biyu scolded Fang Biyu. The factory sent me back to the village to report Fang Biyu's death.

The State Party Secretary said that her life has nothing to do with the country. Fang Biyu's father hanged himself after hearing the news of his daughter's death. Her funeral had to be handled by the factory. The crying in the female workers' dormitory was loud. Sun Hedou and "Iron Hammer" were desperate.Everyone said that Fang Biyu was forced to death by them. After the haunting, Sun Hedou lost his mind and was sent to a mental hospital. "Iron Hammer" suffered a serious illness and almost died.After the two were discharged from the hospital, they did not work in the cotton processing factory.

Li Zhigao paid homage to Fang Biyu's grave and wept bitterly.His hair was disheveled, his eyes were sunken, and he looked really sad.Some people also said that he was acting, hypocritical. I didn't expect Fang Biyu's death to attract so much sympathy.After Fang Biyu's death, the female workers stopped working, and the factory had to pay wages in advance and take holidays in advance.The female workers who received their wages flocked to the store at the same time, each tore a piece of floral cloth, gathered in front of Fang and Xu's graves, and covered their graves with floral cloth.

On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, more than two hundred female workers, carrying their own bedding, walked out of the cotton processing factory in silence.It is in stark contrast to the happy scene when I first entered the factory.After they left, the cotton processing factory was lifeless, and the large piles of unprocessed cotton stood upright like huge graves. After the Spring Festival, the female workers refused to return to the factory.The story of Fang Biyu scaring his enemies by manifesting his soul has been spread far and wide.The unprocessed cotton had to be loaded into trucks and transported abroad.

Cotton mills are haunted by ghosts.The regular workers all asked to be transferred.The factory manager ordered the electrician to turn on the electric lights in all the dark corners. When the national power supply stopped, the diesel engine was immediately turned on to generate lighting by itself.It seems that the factory manager is also scared. On the rumbling train, Feng stammered to me: "Brother, Fang Biyu is a brave and scheming woman. She has fooled everyone. On the twenty-second night of the twelfth lunar month, she secretly brought out Xu Lianhua's body by herself and hid it in a cotton pile. Good. On the twenty-third night of the twelfth lunar month, she will go to the flower cleaning machine for you to take over. At this time, she has moved Xu Lianhua's body to a place very close to the flower cleaning machine. She didn't say a word when she went to work. Maybe no one I noticed that she was on your shift. When having dinner at twelve o’clock, she turned off the light next to the flower cleaning machine, and when no one was there, she pushed the cotton-covered female corpse to the flower cleaning machine with a cottonseed pushing cart Hide well. You know, the cotton transporters always pile up cotton next to the flower cleaning machine before eating the night shift meal, so that they can have a leisurely drink of porridge, and after the workshop starts up, they can rest for an hour before going to carry the flowers. During this period of time , Fang Biyu was the only one in the big mat shed that covered the cleaning machine. After she got everything ready, she sat beside the cleaning machine and waited. When the cleaning machine was running rumblingly with the machines in the workshop, she stood up and put the Some of the cotton was thrown into the cleaning machine, and then dragged over Xu Lianhua's stiff corpse, stripped off the clothes, and put the stripped clothes in a bag by her side. With her strong arms trained in martial arts, she held She took Xu Lianhua's body and threw it into the big mouth of the cleaning machine. After the cleaning machine screamed and spit out the body, she put the hair she cut in the evening and the underwear, coat, shoes, and work clothes that her companions were familiar with. and the big mask together into the cleaning machine. Then she sprinkled the red water that she had prepared earlier on the cotton, the cleaning machine, and Xu Lianhua's corpse. After all this was done, she took the Clothes and shoes, she left the scene and hid in the cotton pile where she had a tryst with Li Zhigao. There was water and food there. She hid until the New Year's Eve, when the surrounding villages sounded the sound of firecrackers to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. Come out. After she pretended to be a ghost and scared Sun Hedou and 'Iron Hammer' unconscious, she ran into the empty workshop and cried a few times, then ran out of the workshop, used her lightness skills, climbed over the wall, and flew away from now on."

I asked, "Is this what you saw with your own eyes?" Feng said: "I was celebrating the New Year in my hometown. How could I see it with my own eyes? I was just guessing." I said, "It turned out to be speculation." The blue color and the emerald green color flashed in my mind immediately.The slender corpse covered in fist-sized holes and phosphorescent light is like a dead shark in the shallows, and the clusters of cotton are like rolling waves, like a group of chirping snakes, rushing up to encircle, impacting and biting. ... My nostrils are filled with a cold corpse odor.I pinched the skin on my neck.

Feng asked, "Didn't you notice something strange about that corpse?" I shook my head. Feng said: "I met a lady when I was studying cooking in Singapore, she was exactly the same as Fang Biyu." I timidly said: "There are many women who look alike in the world." Feng said: "I bet there is only one skeleton in those two graves in the cotton processing factory. If you don't believe me, go dig it up and see..." The train screamed strangely, and got into a dark, seemingly endless tunnel.In the blue light, the cold and greasy feeling of cotton left me wrapped around me again.