Aunt Winnie was on the phone when she saw Aunt Mary passing by the living room with a coffee pot in her hand.

"I'll bring it down to you later." Aunt Winnie said to Aunt Mary through the phone.

"It's fine, I'll take it down myself. The mother and daughter who jumped off the building looked pretty terrible. I'm afraid Molly will get scared if she stays down there alone for too long."

"Okay."

Aunt Winnie smiled and continued to make notes on the registry next to her while dialing the next phone number. She wasn't sure what her nephew was bringing as a gift, but now, the thing that everyone in the Inverness family hated the most was having nothing to do. After all, the oppressive atmosphere would make people feel extremely distressed.

Aunt Mary returned to the basement with the coffee pot and stood at the door of the workshop, surprised to see Lady Molly sewing the skin of the corpse with a needle and thread.

She sewed quickly and naturally, without hesitation.

"You really surprised me." Lady Molly heard Aunt Mary's words and smiled. "I just thought they died so pitifully that I didn't feel scared at all. Is that normal, ma'am?"

"I've told you, just call me Mary. It's normal for most people not to feel afraid of their loved ones' bodies."

"But they're not my relatives."

"Pity is also an emotional bond."

Aunt Mary sighed and sat down on another round stool next to her. It was easier to deal with Sissi and his mother. Sissi died of drug overdose, so he only needed makeup. Sissi's mother hanged herself, so her makeup needed to be thicker. The bone fracture in her neck could be covered with clothes, and the skin could be tightly stretched with a stapler at the back of her neck so that she would look normal lying in the coffin.

Tomorrow is the funeral, so there is not much time left, and there are four bodies to deal with at once. Even with Lady Molly's help, they still need to work extra hard.

In addition, the mother and daughter who jumped off the building had severe facial injuries and needed to be refilled and sewn up.

Aunt Mary also picked up a needle and thread and said to Lady Molly, "Molly, do you have any pigskin left?"

"Here." Lady Molly handed her the plate.

"You haven't used much?" Aunt Mary glanced at the plate and stood up curiously to look at the face that Lady Molly had already repaired most of.

"Just need to keep the face normal, right? I took skin from other parts of her body to use."

"That's not very appropriate."

"Inappropriate?" Lady Molly was puzzled. "If I were them, I would rather use skin from other parts of my own body to sew on my face than use pigskin."

Aunt Mary suddenly felt that Lady Molly's words made sense, because if she put herself in their shoes, she would also make the same choice.

However, after a while, Aunt Mary still said, "The relatives may not like it if they find out.""Okay, I understand."

Aunt Mary looked at the girl in front of her who was being repaired by her and sighed, saying:

"Sometimes, it can be very helpless."

Mrs. Molly picked up her coffee cup and drank it all in one go, then pulled the needle and thread while saying:

"Madam..."

"Call me Mary."

"Mary, life is sometimes like durian cake, it may just smell bad."

Aunt Mary thought Molly was just comforting herself, so she joked back:

"But I'm allergic to durian."

...

"The coffins can be arranged side by side, the husband's here, the wife's here, the mother's here, and the little girl's... let's put her in the middle." Mason was making arrangements, with Ron nodding beside him.

"The table and chairs should be moved a little, so that guests don't have to be seated inside. Put them all in the yard, so that the internal space can look bigger."

"For drinks, they will be delivered later, and they are all good drinks."

"As for the food, my nephew Karun will take care of it."

"You have arranged it very well, sir," said Ron.

Mason stepped back a few steps and bowed towards the location of the first floor living room mortuary table.

Ron asked curiously, "Sir, the coffins haven't been placed yet."

"I'll bow when the coffins are placed. I'll feel nauseous otherwise."

"It can't be that bad, sir. Although the appearance of the dead is miserable, there are worse ones that we have seen..."

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"Ron, I'm nauseous about myself."

Ron stopped talking.

Mason opened the window curtain on the first floor and saw the crowd still gathering outside.

"They are very neat. They have been very neat since I came back at noon until now. Look at them now, are they practicing shouting slogans?"

"Yes, sir," Ron nodded. "They are indeed practicing shouting slogans. I think it's for tomorrow."

"But they should leave now. The reporters' cars have already left."

Mason took out a cigarette and handed one to Ron. Ron took out a lighter and lit both of them.

"To be honest, I really like to set up a double-barreled shotgun in the mourning hall tomorrow. When the mourning starts, I will walk out with the gun."

"Oh, sir, that's not proper."

"Is it...?"

"I need two double-barreled shotguns, otherwise what will I use?"

"Right, two of them."

Mason pointed in a direction, "You come out with the gun from there tomorrow, and I will come in with the gun from the door. Then we'll go bang, bang, bang!!!"

"Yes, yes, and it's best to make a wire mesh at the door in advance to stop them."

"Yes, that's it."

Mason, who was holding a cigarette, suddenly became depressed, and Ron was the same.

The two big men stood face to face in the spacious mourning hall.

"Ron, go outside and see if the delivery truck for the drinks has arrived."

"Okay, sir."

In the yard, Alfred, the radio monster, was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. Earlier, a few female reporters outside had even taken a few pictures of him.Ron walked out and looked around for the wine cart. Not seeing it, he stopped and turned to Alfred.

"Hey man, I always thought your work clothes look great. Where did you buy them?"

"The boutique clothing store on Rhine Street," Alfred replied.

That was the neighborhood where Piajay and Mrs. Seymour lived. It was no longer a wealthy area, but a "high-end" area.

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately laughed.

"Yes, I often buy clothes there. The clothes in other stores don't have that same taste."

"Indeed," Alfred tugged at his collar. "This one is the same design as the work clothes specially designed by His Royal Highness Prince Rulang when he visited the mining area in Bellwin City last year."

Rulang had a royal family, but most of the time, it was just a mascot. Occasionally, it would provide various news to enrich the people's amateur life.

"Man, you shouldn't be a corpse mover. You can be a salesman and make more commission," Ron suggested.

Alfred smiled and lowered his cap to block the moonlight that had already come out.

"But I prefer to be in contact with corpses. Different corpses can give me different feelings. I like this job."

"Hiss..."

Hearing this, even the old corpse mover Ron couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Miss Mina and the others are back from school. I'll go and meet them so they won't be scared by the still-lingering wild dogs outside."

"Okay."

Alfred stretched lazily and looked up at the young figure sitting on the third-floor windowsill.

...

"The people outside have finally left," Karun said while peeling an orange.

Puerh took a sip of red tea and then began to taste the carp fried noodles in front of it.

"The taste is good, but I feel like this dish could be better."

"Because not everyone in our family is a cat. After I finish making it for you, I still have to prepare dinner for the whole family."

"I'll forgive you this time. It's all for the sake of the new dish."

"Hehe."

Karun threw the orange peel into the trash can next to the dining table, then walked to the second floor and shook the rope at the corner of the stairs. The crisp sound of a bell rang out immediately.

Originally, there was no such thing in the house. It was Karun's own arrangement. Every time he finished cooking, he would wait for his family to gather around the table and prepare to eat. This always gave him a sense of satisfaction in the ritual.

It's time to eat.

Mina, Lunt, and Chris, who came back from school, didn't know what had happened in the house today, but they could feel that the adults' moods were generally not high today. So, they wisely remained silent at the table instead of sharing school stories like they usually did.

Dis still sat in the main seat, scanning the faces of his family. He spoke up:

"When enjoying food, you need to be as enthusiastic and cheerful as possible. This is the most basic respect for the person who prepared the food."

Everyone picked up their forks and began to eat.Dis was the first to finish his meal and left the table.

After Dis left, Uncle Mason said to everyone, "Mina, Chris, and Lunt, please take a day off tomorrow to help at home. Except for Mary and Lady Molly, everyone else should rest early tonight and start work at four o'clock tomorrow."

After dinner, everyone except Aunt Mary and Lady Molly stayed up late to work, and the rest went to bed early.

Karun took a shower and walked back to his bedroom.

"Brother, is something happening at home?"

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't think too much and go to bed early."

"Okay, you too."

Karun sat down at the desk and took out "The Light of Order" again, reading it carefully from the beginning of the myth to the end without skipping any pages.

When the clock struck twelve, Karun silently put away the book, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

The atmosphere and immersion of reading were incomparable to yesterday.

He went to bed, turned off the lights, and looked out the window silently.

While you were looking forward to tomorrow, I was looking forward to tomorrow night.

...

At three thirty, all the lights in the Yinmerles' house were on.

Ron and Alfred put the bodies of the family of four into coffins and pushed them out of the basement to the mourning hall.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Uncle Mason, with a cigarette in his mouth, cursed, "Hmm, so early."

Mina went to open the door. "Uncle Lunt."

At the door stood Lunt's family, even Sarah's grandmother, who was supported by her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, came here.

It was very cold outside at this time.

Lunt rubbed his hands and asked carefully, "Can I see Xiso now?"

"Okay, come in."

Uncle Mason immediately raised his hand to signal to turn on the music.

Then, he, Alfred, and Ron stood on both sides, indicating that Lunt's family could come in to mourn.

The mourning time was not long. They just looked at each coffin and then gathered back at the door.

Uncle Mason took the initiative to ask, "Shall I drive you home?"

"No, no, no, you're busy today. We won't trouble you."

Lunt looked much older, and his eyes had lost their luster.

At this time, Lunt's mother took out an envelope from her pocket, wrapped in black gauze, and handed it to Uncle Mason.

This was a funeral fee.

Uncle Mason shook his head and said, "Someone has already paid the funeral fee, and there is no one to receive the funeral money."

The whole family had died, who would receive the funeral money?

The old grandmother insisted, "It's just a little something to show our condolences."

Uncle Mason politely smiled and said, "Madam, someone has already paid the funeral fee."

But the old grandmother stubbornly stuffed the envelope into Uncle Mason's pocket, her lips trembling as she spoke, "Their money...is dirty."Uncle Mason's face immediately turned red, he raised his neck and took a deep breath.

Rote pulled his own mother back and signaled his wife to take his mother out first. He took the initiative to apologize to Mason:

"Sorry, my mother didn't mean it, she just...just..."

"It's okay, I understand." Uncle Mason's eyes were a little red, but he still asked, "Should I send you back home by car? By the way, how did you get here? There's no tram at this time."

"No need, we're not going back home yet. I plan to take my family to a nearby park today and spend the day there, then catch the latest tram back. A journalist came to me last night and gave me a lot of money, 5,000 Lu coins, to come here for an interview today. After the interview is over, they will give me another 5,000 Lu coins. I refused and told them to find someone else, but I'm afraid they will come to my house again today, so I thought of bringing my family out to hide first. Altogether, it's 10,000 Lu coins. Even if it's summer all year round, I can't earn that much by selling slippers."

Rote took out his own cigarette from his pocket, smiled, and said, "This is a cheap cigarette, I won't give it to you." He bit one himself, lit it with a match, turned around, and said while walking out, "I'm hiding because I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation of 10,000 Lu coins. Sigh, it's a lot of money."

...

Karun woke up at 7:30.

His daily routine was very stable. Even if there was something going on in the house in the morning, he didn't have to wake up early. For example, today his duty was for the meals. Breakfast was not included, only lunch and afternoon tea.

Standing at the window on the third floor and looking outside, it was already very lively. The group of "White Roses" that appeared yesterday had gathered again today, still sitting quietly and shouting slogans.

At the same time, a group of "workers" wearing work clothes with obvious stains on their faces, holding signs, came here and joined the demonstration.

I don't know where they came from so early in the morning. They must have rushed over without resting after working the night shift.

Reporters had also arrived and started taking pictures. Of course, this was still in the morning. It would definitely be more lively at noon.

Karun had breakfast first and habitually flipped through the newspaper. The Roja Daily was going crazy today, almost half of the newspaper was a tracking report on the worker representative's family suicide incident during the demonstration.

Moreover, in describing the process of the incident, there were a lot of criticisms of the old mayor. It didn't seem like a news report anymore, but more like a suspense novel, because many details here seemed to be hinting that because the demonstration caused the old mayor to lose face, he sent someone to assassinate them.

Not satisfied with just a normal suicide?

Karun noticed the name of the editor-in-chief...Humeir.

After breakfast, Karun began to prepare lunch. Grandpa, who was wearing a priest's clothes, happened to come downstairs.

"Grandpa, have you had breakfast?""I'm done."

"Mm." Karun nodded and continued to wrap his spring rolls.

The dishes were not anything fancy, and Karun was too lazy to make anything elaborate. Fried spring rolls, fried eggplant cakes, and egg fried rice were enough.

As he continued to work in the kitchen, Karun could clearly hear the increasing noise downstairs.

There were cries, speeches, and even chants of "Sikson, apologize and get out!"

At ten-thirty, Karun went downstairs with his spring rolls. Mina, Lunt, and Chris followed suit, helping to take the food and set the plates. It was a self-service buffet, with guests taking their own plates and drinks.

Putting down his plate, Karun wiped his hands on his apron. At that moment, his grandfather was praying next to the coffin, while others were performing.

There were a few local celebrities, who were particularly dramatic. They clung to the coffin of the Sisso family, crying as if they had lost their own parents.

Reporters were trying to capture these moments with their cameras.

There was also a female celebrity in a black dress who looked very cold. She walked to the corner of the bathroom with her assistant, wiping something from her eyes. She stood straight under the coffin, and tears slowly fell from her eyes.

Her assistant immediately ordered the reporters to hurry up and take pictures.

After the shoot, she took the handkerchief from her assistant and wiped her eyes while complaining softly, "It's too noisy here, and it's affecting my rest."

The assistant comforted her softly, "It's over now, it's over. You've received 100,000 Lu coins for your appearance fee."

The female celebrity's face immediately softened.

However, they almost ignored the waiter in the apron next to them... Karun.

Next, some celebrities from Roja City came to offer flowers and condolences. They stood in the center of the stage and criticized the former mayor, Sikson.

Mr. Morf caught Karun's attention.

"Mr. Morf is here, take a picture quickly."

"Quick, let him through. He's blocking the camera."

Morf?

He was a middle-aged man who was tall, well-built, and had elegant movements. Karun was not attracted to him because of his appearance, but because Karun happened to have a pack of Morf's golden-framed cigarettes in his pocket, which were produced by his family's cigarette factory.

"Karun."

A familiar voice came, it was Piaj.

"Mr. Piaj, you need to go over there and join the line for condolences." Karun reminded him.

Piaj shook his head and said, "I don't know them, so I won't offer condolences."

"Oh, okay. Do you want to try the spring rolls?" Karun asked.

"Hmm? Let me taste it."

Piaj took a bite of the spring roll and pointed to the dip next to it, asking, "Is this fruit vinegar? Why is it black?"

"It's vinegar," Karun answered.

There were several types of dips next to the spring rolls and eggplant cakes, including sweet sauce, spicy sauce, sesame paste, and local sauces from Roja.Piajie dipped the spring roll into vinegar before taking a bite and nodded, "I think this food goes best with it."

"Yes, your taste is the same as mine."

However, the spring rolls on the table were eaten a lot, and the other dipping sauces were replenished two or three times, but the vinegar remained untouched.

"Daisy is here, Daisy!"

Environmental activist Daisy appeared, and the crowd immediately cheered.

Daisy also gave a speech, and reporters quickly recorded her words.

It's not about protecting the environment, but about the four coffins lying here today, which is a trampling of freedom, democracy, and human rights.

Especially the last few shouts:

"Who gave him the courage to do this!

Who gave him the qualification to do this!

How dare he do this!"

Daisy used "he" instead of "they," making it clear who she was referring to.

"What a terrible speech." Piajie was still eating the vinegar-dipped spring roll.

Karun said, "I thought she was here to criticize the burial of four coffins together, which is not environmentally friendly."

"Hehe." Piajie laughed. "Are you busy today?"

"Um." Karun nodded.

But looking around, except for Mina, Lunt, and Chris, who were shuttling through the crowd, delivering food or pouring water, Uncle Mason, Aunt Mary, and Aunt Winnie were just standing there, with frozen expressions, like puppets.

"I don't like this feeling," Karun said.

It's like dancing on "bodies" in the Crown Hall.

How many of the people here are really here for the Sisso family?

Piajie nodded, seeming to understand something, and didn't mention that he recommended the business to Karun's family.

After environmental activist Daisy left, old Senator Haggart took the stage, leading a group of senators to shout slogans:

"For the East District, for the East District, for the East District!"

"Let the traitor go to hell! Let the traitor go to hell!"

They shouted slogans and left the mourning site, and then they would go all the way to the East District, where things were already heating up, waiting for them to arrive and join forces with Mr. Fu De to completely arouse the grievances of the East District and make the old mayor's ironclad support become the vanguard against him.

"Ah." Piajie sighed. He seemed to be full and put down his plate. "I don't like politics."

"Yes, I don't like it either."

Piajie said, "Whenever I think that I have to vote against a group of fools, I get a headache. But sometimes, I realize that I'm also a fool."

"You summed it up accurately. Do you want some fried rice?"

"Okay."

Lunch passed, afternoon passed, and by dusk, a fat man with a protruding belly came here.

He looked like a designer, with his hands behind his back, admiring the layout here, and even walked past the four coffins with his hands behind his back."Not bad, I am satisfied."

Mr. Oka signaled his assistant to pay the final payment.

The protest in the east district had been completely organized in the afternoon, and the other protest teams had caught up.

Aunt Winnie was a little afraid.

Of course, Karun knew what she was afraid of.

Finally, Karun went forward and settled the final payment with the assistant of the fat man. As usual, they paid in cash.

When settling the bill, Mr. Oka ate spring rolls and eggplant cakes on the side.

"Well, what food is this? Although it's cold, the taste is still good."

"It's spring rolls and eggplant cakes."

"I can understand the eggplant cakes, but what a strange name for spring rolls. Are there any hot ones?"

"No, but I can prepare them for you and send them to you. I guarantee they will be hot, but you have to leave an address."

"Okay." Mr. Oka nodded and signaled his assistant to leave an address.

Later, Mr. Oka walked out of the mourning hall.

"Boss, I thought you wouldn't come to pay the final payment. I know how much profit the funeral home makes. Even with just the deposit, they can't lose money."

Mr. Oka chuckled and said, "I did it for Adams' sake."

The memorial service was over, and Uncle Mason called Ron and Alfred to prepare to transport the coffin to the cemetery for burial.

Karun stepped forward and said, "Uncle, Grandpa said to leave it at home today and bury it tomorrow."

"Leave it at home?" Mason didn't quite understand, but since it was his father's wish, he complied. He didn't go to his father to confirm. How could his nephew deceive him?

And so, the four coffins were transported back to the basement.

For dinner, they had noodles.

Karun made a simple stir-fry, and even though everyone was a little depressed, they were really hungry after a busy day. At this time, a large amount of carbohydrates was truly delicious.

After dinner, Aunt Winnie handed a list to Karun.

"Karun, I recorded them according to their status, and their addresses are listed behind. In addition, Mr. Ford did not come today, but his assistant did and left an address for receiving gifts."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt."

Karun put the paper in his pocket and took a shower.

He had been frying spring rolls and eggplant cakes all day, and the smell of oil was very strong on his body.

Before enjoying a real "feast," it was best to be clean, not only in the mouth, but also all over the body.

Even though he was so busy today, Aunt Mary had already put clean clothes on his bed.

When changing clothes, he took out the list that Aunt Winnie gave him and held it in his hand.

"Brother, are you going out?" Runt, who had been lying in bed tired all day, asked curiously.

"Well, I'm going for a walk with Grandpa."

"I want to go too." Runt sat up. "I was so bored today."

"I'm going for a walk with Grandpa.""I'm tired, I'll go to sleep. Brother, you stay with Grandpa."

Karun walked out of the bedroom, closed the door, and walked to Dis's study.

Taking a deep breath,

And slowly exhaling,

Raising his hand,

Before knocking on the door, he paused.

Karun glanced at the list and address in his other hand,

Muttering:

"You've had your fun.

Now, it's my turn...to knock on the door."