13 Minke Street

Regarding the concept of “equality for all beings,” the hearse owned by the Inmerales family takes this idea to the extreme.

Whether it’s the living or the dead, riding in this car was very torturous.

Ron, who was long used to it, leaned his head against the corner of the car and sat with his legs splayed out like a bird. A fat man sitting like this looked very inappropriate, but it allowed him to ensure maximum stability; he even started snoring, making up for his lost sleep.

On the other hand, Karen found this experience quite agonizing. He needed to constantly use his hands to support himself and to maintain his balance. The roads in the city were okay, but after leaving the city and heading to the suburbs, the road conditions worsened, and the bumps made it even more uncomfortable.

Jeff and Mr. Mauson were even more shameless, hugging each other amidst the continuous jolting. In this position, they looked like lovers lying on a bed, confiding their feelings to each other.

Unable to bear it any longer, Karen tried more than once to pull the ‘couple’ apart, but the space inside the car was so small that the two ‘people’ he had just pulled apart would soon seek each other out during the bumps, reuniting in their embrace once again.

If any relatives were accompanying the deceased, this situation would not have happened. At the very least, they would only have to endure the limited shaking inside the coffin.

But who could blame Jeff for being a loner and taking advantage of the welfare package? And Mr. Mauson, although not on welfare, was only slightly better off than Jeff.

Karen had no right to comment on this kind of work attitude from his family. Even though he had made lunch today, he was still a freeloader in this family.

Finally, with Uncle Mason turning the steering wheel to the left, the hearse drove into a yard similar to a small factory building. There was a sign at the entrance that read ‘Hughes Crematorium.’

“Hey, Ron, wake up!” Uncle Mason shouted while knocking on the window.

“Oh, oh, oh, we’re here.” Ron wiped his drool and stretched lazily.

Karen first helped to put down the stretcher, and then together with Ron, they carried Jeff and Mr. Mauson down one after another. Uncle Mason was responsible for stabilizing the stretcher so that it would not slide.

Just then, a middle-aged woman in a gray work uniform walked over, holding a notepad and pen in her hand.

“Oh my, what a handsome young man.” The woman’s gaze fixed on Karen.

“Hello, Mrs. Hughes!” Ron greeted enthusiastically.

Was this the Mrs. Hughes that Paul had mentioned, the one who seemed to like Ron? However, despite Ron’s enthusiasm, Mrs. Hughes merely curved her lips in acknowledgment and shifted her attention to Karen.

In fact, Mrs. Hughes didn’t look bad. Even in her work clothes, her voluptuous figure could still be seen clearly; also, her skin was very fair.

Yet, when Mrs. Hughes pinched Karen’s cheeks, Karen awkwardly reached out to remove her hands.

After all, although he could adapt to the good looks of this body, he was not used to being teased like a little boy.

But Mrs. Hughes boldly caught Karen’s hand with her other hand, her fingertips rubbing back and forth on Karen’s palm, the provocative meaning extremely obvious.

From her gaze, Karen sensed the same greedy desire that middle-aged men often directed at young women’s figures.

“He’s Karen, my brother’s son.” Uncle Mason handed her a cigarette.

“Oh?” Mrs. Hughes was a little surprised. “Your nephew?”

Taking the cigarette, Mrs. Hughes had Uncle Mason light it for her. She continued, “I’ve never seen him before.”

“One of our colleagues had a family emergency, and I got a minor injury,” Uncle Mason explained, changing the subject.

“Injured?”

“Just slipped and fell.”

“Did you fall while peeking into someone’s wife’s window?”

“Don’t make jokes. By the way, is it not busy today?”

“Ahead, there’s a facility where cremations are underway. Just wait a bit.”

“You only opened one furnace?”

“I’d like to open a few more furnaces, but you’ll need to bring me more ‘guests’ to cremate. Furnaces don’t run without costs, you know?”

“Alright, let’s get our ‘guests’ inside first.”

“Sure, I’ll go in and make arrangements. See you later, handsome.” Mrs. Hughes cast a flirtatious glance at Karen and turned to walk ahead.

Ron pushed Mr. Mauson alone, while Uncle Mason assisted Karen in pushing Jeff’s stretcher.

“Mrs. Hughes is quite welcoming,” Uncle Mason whispered to Karen.

“Yes, she is.” Karen nodded. 

“Her husband passed away early, and she manages this crematorium now. Although she hasn’t remarried, she has plenty of lovers around her.”

“Uncle, you don’t need to tell me all this.”

“Well, I thought I’d remind you. I’ve been your age too.” Uncle Mason tapped the stretcher’s metal plate, making a ‘clang clang’ noise. “Boys your age, they won’t even leave an iron plate alone.” 

“……” 

“You’re getting older too. Find a proper girlfriend someday.” Uncle Mason advised again.

“Alright, Uncle, I understand.”

Karen knew that Uncle Mason wasn’t intentionally speaking ill of Mrs. Hughes. He simply didn’t want his young nephew to lose control and fall under Mrs. Hughes’ spell.

As they walked further in, Karen could distinctly smell a greasy odor.

It was just musty….neither fragrant nor sweet, somewhat akin to a bedroom that had become moldy during the rainy season.

However, the interior furnishings clearly showed signs of aging; this should be a long-established crematorium.

“Back then, this crematorium was almost on the verge of closing down. It was nearly acquired by another large-scale crematorium.”

“And then what?” Karen asked.

“Then, that larger crematorium was discovered to be operating all furnaces at night in order to save costs. So, they would give the ashes of someone cremated two days ago to the family of today’s deceased.”

Upon hearing this, Karen’s eyes widened. How could such a thing be possible?

“Then wouldn’t that be…”

“That’s right. They would send their loved ones to be cremated, then take home the ashes of a stranger. The funniest thing is, they continued like this for years.”

“That’s too tragic.”

“After the matter was exposed, the owner of that crematorium was found dead at night, stoned to death by an unknown person. The police were unable to find the murderer, because there were simply too many suspects with motives.”

Karen nodded and said, “They deserved it.”

Imagine yourself, grieving the loss of a loved one, bringing them to this place for cremation, only to receive the ashes of a complete stranger. You might even have been worshipping that urn for years. Karen thought even he would feel the urge to kill someone if that happened to him.

“After that larger crematorium went bankrupt, Mrs. Hughes’ crematorium managed to survive and continue operating, but things are tough now. Large scale funeral services have appeared in other cities long ago. They can streamline everything, offering transportations from the hospital to the funeral homes, and finally to the crematorium.

“They’ve opened a branch in Luojia City. Winnie even received a call from them a while ago, saying they wanted to acquire our family business.”

“Grandpa won’t agree,” Karen said.

“Of course my father won’t agree, and neither will I! Do you know what they do? They transport, manage, mourn, and cremate or bury the bodies all in one go. It’s like wholesale vegetables in the market. These capitalists should really be hung from streetlights! They only care about money, they don’t understand hospice care at all, nor do they respect the dead!”

As Karen listened, he couldn’t help but recall Jeff and Mr. Mauson bouncing around inside the hearse, almost kissing each other.

Uncle, how can you say the word ‘respect’ with a straight face?

“Our family is still okay. Although they plan to cut off our suppliers, our business has been doing well because of your grandfather’s connections.” Mason’s voice became much lower. “But here at Mrs. Hughes’, things are starting to get tough again.”

At this moment, Ron, who was pushing Mr. Mauson in front, turned his head and shouted: “Aha, that’s why I support the Accord Party! Only they are willing to punch those damn capitalists back!” As he spoke, Ron even waved his fist.

The Accord Party — Karen had seen it in the newspaper a few days ago — was a left-wing party that has been developing well in Luojia City in recent years.

However, Upon hearing the words ‘Accord Party’, Uncle Mason immediately shouted, “Are you crazy? If those lunatics get in power, they’ll just mess up our current lives!”

Ron shrugged, seemingly too lazy to argue with his boss, and continued pushing the stretcher.

Karen watched as Uncle Mason’s neck reddened with frustration. He understood it well; this uncle exemplified the weakness of the petite bourgeoisie. It was not a mockery, but rather a reflection of the inconsistency caused by their social status.

Passing through a relatively short corridor, Karen and the others finally arrived at the ‘incineration room.’

Inside, three incinerators stood, but only one was operational. Outside the glass window, Karen saw a disheveled, bearded man sitting on the ground.

Just then, the incinerator that had been operating also stopped.

A sprightly, gray-haired worker opened the door and called out to the man, “Sir, please come to collect your wife.”

Immediately after, seeing Uncle Mason, the old worker flashed a smile as he waved in greeting, “Hey, Mason.”

“Old Darcy!” Mason stepped forward, offering the old man a cigarette.

“How many today?” Old Darcy asked while lighting the cigarette.

Mason gestured with two fingers. “Two.”

“Oh, God have mercy on you.” Old Darcy gleefully laughed.

Of course he knew how much of a loss cremation meant to the Inmerales.

Actually it wouldn’t really be a loss, but the profits that could have been earned from a burial instead of cremation were now lost.

“Sir, please come get your wife,” Old Darcy exhaled a puff of smoke and urged again.

The man raised his head somewhat blankly, then stood up silently, but when he saw the incinerator through the glass window, he leaned his back against the wall again, seemingly resisting everything in front of him.

Yes, who could accept their loved one who had just been by their side turning into a pile of ashes all of a sudden?

Karen heard Uncle Mason ask Old Darcy in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Old Darcy sucked on his cigarette with contempt and shook his head slightly, responding softly, “No tip, and didn’t buy our urn either, tsk.”

If the customer gave a tip or purchased the crematorium’s ‘merchandise’, naturally, they will enjoy some special treatment.

For example, if you are afraid or uncomfortable, Old Darcy, the cremator, will help you put the ashes into the urn and hand it to you.

Of course, some people want to collect the ashes of their loved ones themselves, so Old Darcy will also help you crush the bones carefully so that you can put them in.

Whether it was because he had no money, or truly didn’t understand these things, the man’s eyes were filled with confusion.

Watching him in this foolish state, Old Darcy sneered, “And he’s supposed to be a psychology professor? Yet he doesn’t even understand this.”

Hmm?

This position caught Karen’s attention.

What a coincidence, meeting a colleague of the same profession.

Karen took the initiative to walk up to the man and said softly, “You should go pick up your wife now.”

“I…I…” The man’s hands were trembling.

It was evident he was undergoing intense psychological struggle.

In reality, if a couple had a strong emotional bond and lived together for a long time, the passing of a loved one wouldn’t evoke the eerie feeling akin to watching a horror movie when faced with their remains or ashes. Instead, it would feel… ordinary.

However, some individuals had unique emotional and psychological responses. For instance, in his past life, Karen had once attended to a patient who deeply loved his wife. During her childbirth, he chose to accompany her into the delivery room—it was a very loving gesture. But ever since then, he developed severe psychological trauma. Eventually, he had to divorce his wife, and his fear escalated to the point where he trembled at the sight of women and children.

“Do you still fear your wife?” Old Darcy urged. “Hurry up, there’s a queue.”

“I… I’m not…” The man’s face revealed a mix of struggle and self-reproach. Clearly, Old Darcy’s remark about fearing his wife had stirred profound guilt and remorse in this husband.

Mentally, there is actually a division between ‘physiological’ and ‘psychological’ response. Psychological response is actually easier to overcome, but physiological response is really difficult to deal with.

“I’m not…not afraid of her…it’s just…it’s just that I…”

Karen sighed, reached out, and patted the man’s shoulder.

Alright, for the sake of our friendship.

Karen turned and walked up to Mason.

“Uncle, we’re in a hurry to get home. I’ll go help him collect the ashes.”

Old Darcy was slightly unhappy when he heard this. He said in a bland tone:

“Your nephew is really kind.”

There was no hint of praise in his voice.

Mason shrugged and said, “Old Darcy, I’m also in a hurry to go home. Mary will blame me again if I go back late.”

“Alright, alright.” Old Darcy gave up. “You guys push one body up first, I’ll go pick it up.”

Ron pushed Mr. Mauson in. Karen hesitated for a moment, but still helped Ron lift Mr. Mauson onto the conveyor belt of the incinerator.

Although Mr. Mauson ‘manifested’ last night, expressing his obsession with not wanting to be cremated, Karen couldn’t help him either. Even though the previous ‘Karen’ left him 6,000 lubi, which was enough to buy a coffin at cost price, but what about the cost of a burial plot?

Most importantly…what reason or qualifications did he have to ask the family to give special treatment to an ordinary client?

Grandpa was still alive. Even if Grandpa was gone, Uncle was still here. This family, it’s not his turn to be the…um, it’s not his turn to ruin it.

After doing this, Karen shuffled over to Old Darcy’s side, watching him poking around in the ashes with an iron hook.

Old Darcy turned his head and glanced at Karen standing behind him. “First time here?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Never seen it before?”

“No.”

“You’re really a young master,” Old Darcy teased.

A male member of the Inmerales family, seeing ashes for the first time….

Karen pointed to the pile of bones on the ground and asked, “Shouldn’t it be ashes?”

Karen emphasized the word ‘ashes’.

In his impression, after cremation, the ashes should be white, like flour.

But what he saw in front of him was a pile of bone fragments. There was ash, but there were more bone fragments, and they were quite large.

“That’s how it always is,” Old Darcy stated, a little confused by the question.

“Oh, I see.”

Karen realized that the films and tv shows in his past life had deceived him.

Just then, seeing Old Darcy flick his extinguished cigarette butt onto the ground, Karen felt around his pocket and took out the pack of cigarettes Paul had given him, pulling one out and handing it to Old Darcy.

Old Darcy took the cigarette. His expression looked much better, but he still reminded him, “That’s not how you be a good person.”

“Heh heh.” Karen understood what he meant and could only explain, “He came to our school before and gave us a public lecture. He’s kind of like my teacher.”

Hearing this reason, Old Darcy clicked his filter tip. “I see.”

Then, Old Darcy put on a glove on his left hand, picked up a small hammer with his right hand, and squatted down.

He began to tap and smash the large bones, breaking them into smaller pieces.

“Does everyone take the ashes away like this?” Karen asked curiously.

Old Darcy snorted and said, “Most people only take a part of it.”

“Oh.” Karen said again, “Then…”

“Can’t you see I’m doing it? I’m doing it for your uncle’s sake.” Old Darcy shrugged and continued to knock on the bones. “And for your grandfather’s sake.”

The large bone chunks were smashed one by one;

Old Darcy stopped and pointed to the table in front and to the side, where there were rows of different styles of urns.

“Bring one over.”

“Okay.”

Karen walked over, glanced at it, and found that the cheapest urn was actually 1000 lubi.

Half a month’s wages for an ordinary worker.

Of course, there were more expensive ones. Karen saw a very delicate and elegant urn with a price tag of 50,000 lubi. However, it was covered with a lot of dust, obviously an old actor.

After all, apart from religious reasons, many people came to be cremated because it was cheaper than burial, so this 50,000 lubi urn was destined to be difficult to circulate.

Karen hugged the 1000 lubi urn as he carried it to Old Darcy. “Um, I’ll have Uncle pay you for it.”

Old Darcy snorted and waved his hand, saying generously, “No need.”

“How can I do that? It’s 1000 lubi.”

“The real cost is 50, and the wholesale price is even cheaper.”

“……” 

Damn.

Black-hearted.

That’s really fucking black-hearted.

Old Darcy looked a little puzzled and asked, “Didn’t you help out with the family business before?”

“I… didn’t.”

The previous ‘Karen’ really didn’t have this part of his memory.

“No wonder….Your family sells coffins and clothes too, and it’s about the same.”

“Is that so?” Karen awkwardly laughed.

Heh heh, so my family is also black-hearted.

Old Darcy started to put the ashes in the urn, choosing to put the largest and most shaped bones at the bottom, the smaller ones on the sides, and the rest in the middle…

The layers were distinct, neatly ordered. It made Karen feel this was like…plating before serving a meal.

Finally, leaving almost nothing behind, Old Darcy put almost all the ashes into the urn. The hard and difficult-to-burn skull was placed by Old Darcy in the middle top position.

Then, with a snap, Old Darcy closed the urn.

“Bring it to him.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Heh.”

Karen bent down and picked up the urn.

It was hard to imagine that, not long ago, she was probably a living person. Well, even before she entered the incinerator, she was still a complete person.

Now, she was inside the urn in his hands.

Karen walked out, and when he got to the man, the man instinctively reached out his hands. Then, he shrank back hesitantly. “She…she…”

“I’ve brought your wife out. Please don’t mind. Now, I’ll hand her to you.”

Upon hearing these words, the man’s expression visibly relaxed. His tone became slightly steadier. “No…you’re a gentleman.”

Finally, he reached out and took his wife’s urn, cradling it in his arms.

“My Linda…is she really gone?”

Karen replied, “From the physical realm, yes, she has.”

“Then…” The man looked up, his eyes showing a glimmer of hope.

“Yet in the spiritual world, she still lives on, within your consciousness. When you think of her, she is there.”

“Yes, yes.” The man kept nodding. “As long as I think of her, she’s there, she’s still by my side, no, she’s even closer to me now, my Linda.”

A smile graced the man’s face—not a sinister one, but a warm, gentle, sunny smile.

“Linda was a follower of the Berry faith. According to their doctrine, her remains needed to be cremated.  You know, bringing her to the crematorium was akin to a form of torture for me.

“Thank you. After Linda passed away, all my friends advised me to let go, to accept her departure. You’re the first person who’s told me that she’s still here. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

The man left, carrying the urn with her ashes.

Karen leaned silently against the corridor wall, slowly pulling out a cigarette.

Just then, Uncle Mason walked over and asked somewhat angrily, “When did you learn to smoke? Who taught you?”

“Aunt Mary,” Karen replied.

Karen wasn’t lying. The first cigarette he’d ever had in this world was given to him by Aunt Mary.

“Oh…alright.”

Uncle Mason immediately changed his tone and switched topics. “Karen, I know you’re kind, but you can’t help everyone. If you get used to being kind, you’ll find that there are too many people in this world who need help.”

“Uncle, I just…” Karen wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how to explain the reason for his action. Can he say it’s because he used to be in the same field of work as that man? A professional courtesy?

He could only nod and say, “Yes, Uncle, I know I can’t help too many people.”

“No, it’s not a matter of whether you can help or not. It’s that when you find that more and more people need your help and you’re powerless, you’ll feel pain.”

Karen was stunned for a moment, and nodded. “You’re right.”

Uncle Mason was very satisfied with Karen’s attitude. He shrugged and said, “Besides, most of the time, being a good person doesn’t lead to good reward.”

Just as he finished speaking, the man who had previously left with the urn came running back. He stood in front of Karen and bowed again.

This bow caught Karen off guard, and he instinctively bowed back.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot. I haven’t paid for the urn yet.”

The man took out an old, worn-out wallet that was clearly quite old.

Of course, all the previous adjectives are meaningless and pale. Because the key point in describing the wallet was its….thickness.

It was very thick; to be exact, it was bulging! So bulging that it couldn’t even be closed!

The hundred-lubi bill was printed with the portrait of Emperor Rotland, a great figure in the history of the Ruiland Kingdom.

And at this moment, Emperor Rotland’s face was being squeezed to the point of exploding!

It turned out that he wasn’t broke, and he could afford to pay for the cremation, tip, and urn. He simply… hadn’t thought of it at all. He didn’t have the life experience of having to spend money for conveniences.

“I already paid for the cremation. How much is the urn?” the man asked. “I apologize. I almost forgot and left with Linda just now.”

“Fi…cough…one thousand lubi.”

Karen originally wanted to say 50, the cost price.

But then he thought that Old Darcy had helped him by cleaning up the ashes well. This thousand lubi should be used to pay for the urn.

He didn’t think about making a profit from this.

After all, he didn’t lack pocket money in his previous life; in this life, he didn’t have to worry about food and clothing for the time being. The previous ‘Karen’ had also saved him 6,000 lubi privately.

“Okay.”

The man took out all the money from his wallet, put the empty wallet away, and handed the thick stack of money to Karen.

The thickness and weight of the money made Uncle Mason’s eyes widen.

Well, Karen, who had previously been unmoved by small sums of money, was also a little stunned at the moment.

This thick stack of money was at least 20,000 lubi in cash, if not more!

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Karen said, “You’re giving me… too much.”

“It’s not too much. This is your consultation fee. The psychological counseling you gave me was worth this price. No, you gave Linda back to me. This little money can’t even repay you for your great help to me!

“But this time, I only had time to go to the bank and withdraw this much cash. If I had known, I should have withdrawn more…”

“No, no, no, it’s enough, it’s really enough,” Karen quickly comforted him.

“I… I don’t have a business card. My name is Piaget, Piaget Adams. Where’s my business card, my business card… Do you have one? I hope to be able to contact you and discuss further in the future.”

“I don’t…”

“Yes, you do, you do.” Uncle Mason on the side quickly took out his own business card and handed it over. It was printed with ‘Inmerales Funeral Care Company’.

Piaget took the business card and smiled. “I will visit you at the address on it in the future. Thank you again.”

Saying that, Pierre bowed deeply again.

Karen, holding a large stack of bills, also bowed back immediately.

Then, Piaget ‘took his wife’s hand’ and left again.

Karen counted out 1,000 lubi to give Old Darcy later.

He handed the rest of the money to Uncle Mason.

Uncle Mason just smiled and pushed the money back, saying, “You keep it yourself.”

“Don’t we have to turn it in?” Karen asked.

It’s true that the money was a lot, but compared to his life, it was not that important!

If this income was turned in:

Hey,

Grandpa Diss,

Look,

Not only cooking, I can also make money!

So please don’t kill me!

“He said it was your… oh, consultation fee. That’s yours. Just keep it safe. Remember to put it away properly. Or I can take you to the bank tomorrow to open an account and deposit it.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” Uncle Mason put his arm around Karen’s shoulder and asked, “What you said to that… that Piaget, I heard it all. Although I didn’t understand some of it, I could feel that you comforted him very well. How come I never knew you could counsel people before?”

The previous ‘Karen’ was a bit autistic. How could he counsel people? “I read some in books, and learned a bit.”

“Oh, I see. When I get back, I’ll discuss it with your aunt. We can expand our business to include another project, like this one, psychological counseling or psychotherapy. You know, those who have lost loved ones are very sad. They need someone to comfort them.”

Oh, Karen understood what Uncle Mason meant.

In fact, in his previous life, high-end funeral homes would have psychologists to comfort the families of the deceased and provide them with psychological counseling.

“Can you do this?” Uncle Mason continued. “What I mean is, don’t force yourself.”

“Absolutely, no problem,” Karen replied confidently, drawing from his professional expertise.

“That’s great. You know, every time I see those grieving families, my heart aches…” Mason pressed his hand to his chest.

“Uncle is really kind…”

“Because I understand that people in that emotional state can act irrationally, and they’re more willing to spend money than usual. But I don’t have enough avenues to earn their money. Just thinking about it makes me feel emotional.”

Karen fell silent.

“Do you really need to give Old Darcy a thousand lubi?” Mason asked.

“Yes.” Karen nodded.

“Alright, I’ll go give it to him.” Mason took the thousand lubi and went inside to find Old Darcy.

Behind the glass wall, Old Darcy used an iron hook to make an incision in Mr. Mauson’s abdomen, then gently pushed the remains into the crematorium.

Karen saw Mason approach Mr. Darcy. Mr. Darcy was surprised at first, then he laughed and turned to Karen, who was outside the glass wall, and took off his hat and bowed.

At this time, Ron also wandered out and lit a cigarette to relax.

“Ron.”

“Yes, what is it, Master Karen?”

Karen took out 500 lubi and handed it to Ron.

“This money…” Ron was a little confused.

“The gentleman from before gave it to me. Let’s share it.”

“Really, thank you, Young Master, thank you.”

Ron was very happy to put the money in his pocket. He had no wife and was a confirmed bachelor. Even after he got his salary every month, he had to pay back the loans he owed the previous month. This extra 500 lubi was enough for him to have a good time in the tavern for two nights.

“By the way, Ron, did the government call you to collect Jeff’s body?” Karen suddenly asked.

Ron was completely unguarded and directly answered, “No, we were supposed to go to Baywater Nursing Home to receive Mr. Mauson that morning, but we found Jeff frozen to death by the trash can in front of 125 or 130 Minke Street.

“We could only send Jeff back first and then pick up Mr. Mauson. Your uncle Mason applied for the welfare form afterwards.”

Just as expected!

Karen immediately thought of what Uncle Mason said when he drove past the townhouse, which was number 128:

However, her family had a problem the day before yesterday. She asked me for help, and I helped her deal with it… She and her husband are looking for a new house and are about to move…

So, Uncle was helping his first love’s family to deal with a dead body!

Wait a minute, Karen suddenly realized an issue. That is, he had seen some images on the bodies of Mr. Mauson and Jeff. Mr. Mauson’s obsession was not to be cremated, which was proved by Aunt Mary to be true. Because of religious beliefs, Mr. Mauson was very resistant to cremation.

And if what he saw with Mr. Mauson was true….

Then what he saw with Jeff, that woman with only a pair of legs and a face, could it be also…true?

Karen immediately thought of the scene he saw on the second floor when they passed by that house; those legs and those red high heels!

So, at Uncle’s first love’s house right now, there lives a…monster!

Translator’s Frustration:

I think the author was trolling with this chapter’s title!