If someone gives you something late at night, don't accept it.

I am a night shift security guard, and my job is to guard the bodies in the morgue. The director told me that if someone wants to give me something at night, I must not accept it. On my first day at work, someone came to give me something, but I refused. One day, two days passed, and I relaxed my vigilance. I thought this job was easy, there was money to be made, and nothing serious would happen. Until a beautiful woman appeared and gave me a red envelope. I was greedy and simply accepted it, secretly delighted in my heart. After get off work, I opened the red envelope and found stacks of paper money for the dead inside.

I have been impulsive since I was young. When I was a junior in college, there was a fight in the dormitory. I rushed forward and hit someone on the head with a brick. I managed to scare the six people on the opposite side and won a battle with a smaller force.

But because of this incident, I was regarded as the main culprit even though I was just helping out. I was criticized and given a serious warning in the school, and I had to suspend my studies for three months.

In a fit of rage, I had a big argument with my counselor, ran away from school, and wanted to do something big.

I was holding back my energy, thinking to myself, would I, Li Qingyun, starve to death if I didn't have this book to study?

As a result, after staying outside for two days, I had spent all the several hundred dollars I had and was about to end up on the streets.

I was desperate and finally decided to find a job. I went to the city's talent market and looked around. I found that the job requirements of those snobs were very high, at least a college degree was required. A bachelor like me did not meet the requirements at all.

I came out of the job market dejectedly. When I was squatting at the entrance of the alley smoking, I suddenly saw a dirty recruitment notice that was stepped on at my feet and attracted my attention.

Luogang Road Caritas Hospital is recruiting a night shift security guard. The candidate must be young and strong, over 1.7 meters tall. The salary is generous, and food and accommodation are provided. The contact number is 152XXXXXXX

Food and lodging included? I was so happy that I dropped half of my cigarette and immediately picked up the job notice.

The job of a security guard is not difficult at all. As long as it provides food, accommodation and salary, it can at least solve my current dilemma.

With the last few dollars I had on me, I took two buses before I finally arrived at Luogang Road.

Caritas Medical Centre is located not far from the bus stop and I found it easily.

Director Zhang who interviewed me was a middle-aged man in his forties. When I walked into the office, he was putting his feet on the table, smoking a cigarette with a serious look on his face, and there was a pile of cigarette butts under his feet.

When Director Zhang heard me say I was here for an interview, he immediately took his feet off the table, and there was a look of excitement on his face.

"How old are you this year? When and when were you born?"

Although I was surprised that the other party asked this question right when we met, I still answered honestly: "The 24th, September 18th."

"Five thousand yuan a month, including food and lodging, and a 20% bonus after working for a full month. How about that?" Director Zhang slammed the table.

Five thousand yuan? And bonuses and room and board? I was stunned by this huge fruit. This is not even a security guard's salary. It's probably comparable to that of a white-collar worker recruited in the job market.

I asked in a low voice, somewhat incredulously: "Brother Zhang, this job isn't going to be illegal, is it?"

No reward without merit. It would be strange if I didn't suspect that a security guard was paid such a high salary.

"You are a thoughtful boy." Director Zhang smiled and handed over a cigarette, explaining, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no crime. It's just that the night shift security is quite special, and it can only be done by a young man like you."

special? What's the special method?

Director Zhang laughed dryly. "It's nothing, really. Just look after the morgue in our hospital and make sure nothing happens to the bodies. You have to stay with the dead at night, so you won't be a timid person."

I was stunned. It turned out that the security guard was going to visit the morgue. The reason was understandable. After all, people are so superstitious nowadays, and it would always be a bit creepy to guard that place.

"How about I give you another thousand yuan in subsidies?" Seeing that I didn't say anything, Director Zhang thought I was not very willing, so he added another sentence.

I thought about it. This is 6,000 yuan a month. After working for three months, I can earn more than 10,000 yuan. I will definitely be rich when I go back.

It's just a visit to a morgue. I've walked through mountain roads when I was a child. How could a young man full of vigor and vitality like me be afraid of these weird things?

"Okay, I'll do it!" Under the temptation of a salary of 6,000 yuan, my butt fell on the chair again.

"Good boy, fill in the information and you can start work tonight." Hearing my agreement, Director Zhang smiled again.

After I finished filling out the information, Director Zhang suddenly said in a serious tone, "Since you have accepted this job, I still have to tell you a few things."

Firstly, the bodies inside cannot be moved around casually, especially the one in the innermost room of the morgue. It was deposited there by a rich man who paid double the fee, so there must be no problem with it!

I nodded immediately. This is completely understandable. The dead are the most important, and it is always bad to touch them. Besides, why would I touch those corpses for no reason?

Second, if someone comes to claim the body, do not accept anything from him, no matter what it is! ”

I didn't say anything. Hospitals always have some rules about accepting red envelopes, so it's not surprising that they would warn me like this.

Third, you must light incense every night when you are on duty, and light three sticks at a time, no more, no less, and they must be burned out!

If the second requirement was normal, the third rule seemed inexplicable. I couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Director Zhang, this is unnecessary, I don't believe it."

Burn incense and worship Buddha? Still doing this kind of thing in the morgue? If my friends knew about this, they would probably laugh until they peed their pants.

"This is a hard rule, not a joke. As long as you do these well, your salary will not be reduced. Do you understand?" Director Zhang stared at me with extreme seriousness.

Seeing this, I could only nod my head. It was just burning a few incense sticks. It wouldn't cost me anything. As long as I got the salary, it was enough.

Since the matter had been settled, Director Zhang didn't say anything. He arranged for me to stay in the hospital and start work the next day.

The benefits of Mingai Hospital are really good. They actually arranged a single dormitory for me, which made me secretly happy for a long time.

Working hours are from 12 noon to 12 midnight.

I had a good sleep, got up, ate something, and reported to Director Zhang, officially starting my security career.

Director Zhang gave me a security uniform and a flashlight and personally took me to the morgue on the north side of the hospital.

On my first day at work, Director Zhang explained a lot of things to me and especially reminded me to remember his rules. He also told me that the incense I needed to light was in the iron cabinet and I just had to put it in the incense burner outside.

I solemnly promised that I would do it well, but in fact I didn't take it seriously because I had seen this kind of ceremony many times in my hometown.

Finally, Director Zhang added that he would come over to check from time to time. Then I realized that I couldn’t be lazy and had to do as he asked.

After Director Zhang left, I walked around and looked around the environment.

This morgue is an old-style one-story building. Because it stores corpses, it also has freezers and other things inside. The temperature is generally kept relatively low, and the walls smell of disinfectant powder.

In addition, the most common thing in the morgue is rows of neatly arranged iron beds covered with white cloth, but human figures can be vaguely seen, and they are obviously dead patients.

There was a separate large iron cabinet at the innermost part, just like the small room. It was obviously where the body was placed by the rich family that Director Zhang mentioned.

Apart from that, usually not many people come to the morgue, so the work is very leisurely. When it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, I remembered Director Zhang's instructions and went to open the iron cabinet next to it.

Sure enough, there was a bunch of incense sticks and a bronze incense burner inside.

I don’t know what material this incense is made of, but it is red and has an incredibly strong smell.

I took out the incense burner and placed it in place, then lit a red incense stick with a lighter and carefully inserted it.

What surprised me even more was that the ash produced after the incense was burned was also red, which looked extremely strange.

I continued to light three incense sticks before I put away the incense burner, and considered myself done for the day.

In the next two days, I repeated this unchanging work almost every day and burned incense every day. If it weren't for the high salary, I'm afraid I really couldn't bear it.

It wasn't until the third day, when I lit the first incense stick, that an old man suddenly came.

As soon as he entered the room, he asked, "Young man, can you give me back the body?"

I smiled and said, "Okay, sir." Show me the proof and I'll find it for you right away.

These iron beds have codes, and you can get a certificate and take the body away, which is not a difficult thing.

But the old man ignored me and asked again: "Can you give me back the body?"

I patiently explained, "Uncle, we have regulations here. You must have formal certificates and procedures to claim the body. You can't just take it away casually."

After hearing this, the old man raised his hand, pulled out an old pipe from his clothes, handed it to me and said, "Here you go."

I said in a somewhat surprised manner that I couldn't accept it, and the old man left unwillingly.

At that time, I just thought that the old man might have some mental problems, so I didn't pay much attention to him. The next night, a young man with a shaved head came in and asked:

"Can you give me my body back?"

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