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Me: "F/U/C/K! What is the matter with you?! Yousonofabitch...@#￥%&×!..."

Ru Xianchang: "What's the 'law'?! It's not suitable to stay here for a long time! Get out of here quickly!"

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At 28:[-] p.m. on July [-], we finally arrived at Bai Yong's hometown --- a village so remote that it wasn't even marked on the map and had long been forgotten by the world.

Such a place is where civilization and barbarism intertwine.

Since Bai Yong walked out of here, he didn't intend to go back, but now, he still died here. This is his wish. Fallen leaves return to their roots, and people are about to die. That's why I thought of these...

What would the devil say?

The devil will not be moved and forgive. In its heart, all the reasons of human beings are just sophistry, and all depraved behaviors are just self-inflicted, so they will all go to hell!

This is exactly what I think, so I never intend to forgive or pity Bai Yong, or anyone, in my opinion-------all of these are farting!

Although it is indecent to say so, it is the truth. I am the devil, and the devil is everyone...

"Hey, it's important to have self. Don't be superstitious about the so-called 'authority'!"

Airplanes, buses, tractors, bullock carts...

The journey along the way can be said to be so frustrating that I can't wait to go back home immediately.Among them, the most frustrating thing is not to transfer to various means of transportation, but to listen to the words of "authority", we have transferred to several planes...

I don't know what happened, I rushed there early in the morning, and I should have arrived at the destination soon, but because of the "problems" and "rules" of those troublemakers, the result was that Zhao Boyang and I flew in the sky. fly to...

Zhao Boyang was fine, with a calm face, but I had a series of adverse reactions for unknown reasons, the most obvious of which were ear pain and ear blockage. I was completely in a state of buzzing when I spoke, and This state has never occurred to me before, and it lasted until I reached the destination.

People who can return to nature on the bullock cart and listen to headphones calmly... Who else can it be but Zhao Boyang?

I'm about to be tortured insane.

I think so, should I go to see a doctor after I go back?

I hate hospitals, and I hate doctors, what should I do...?Or how about forensic medicine?

As soon as the bullock cart stopped, I took off Zhao Boyang's earphones again, jumped out of the car, put on my bag, and prepared to run...

1, 2, 3------run!This is the game we used to compete in when we were kids!

On the narrow dirt road in the countryside, I was running wildly with a backpack and a toolbox on my back, while Zhao Jinger, who was carrying a hand luggage, followed slowly behind. I thought, just as I was standing At the entrance of the village, guarding a tattered signboard, holding up the "V" sign and shouting: When No.1, it should be such a mentally handicapped scene...

"A high-IQ forensic doctor brought disabled youths into the village to prepare for the funeral."

Ha ha, this is really a good first impression...

It is estimated that when I appear in front of Bai Yong's relatives, they will definitely not let me see Bai Yong's body!

Hmm... But things are actually not as pessimistic as I imagined. After we arrived at the Bai Family Ancestral Hall, we discovered that Bai Yong's relatives were not willing to interfere with Bai Yong's funeral at all. Since someone came to pick up this "hot potato", why not Instead of?

All of this is because Bai Yong's cause of death is too strange, and his death condition is extremely horrific!I should have known it a long time ago, Xiang Qi raised a ghost, and it would be strange if he could be tame!

When I saw Bai Yong's body, his body was parked in the open space in the back room of the ancestral hall, covered with a white cloth, there was no mourning hall, no relatives to attend the funeral, and no decent shroud...

Naturally, it is even more impossible for him to enjoy such things as corpse makeup-----When I lifted the white cloth covering his corpse, I finally understood why the people of the Bai family were unwilling to interfere with Bai Yong thing.Instead of using words like "death" or "death" to describe it, "violent death" is actually more appropriate.

The dead man lay peacefully on the stretcher, which was a very old stretcher.I have been stunned for a while since I lifted the white cloth covering the corpse --- it can no longer be called "one" corpse, but many pieces of corpses!

Bai Yong's head, upper torso, lower torso, arms, and lower limbs... were placed on the stretcher in order according to their proper order. Those broken parts that could no longer be put together had completely dried up blood, and even Not a single drop of blood splashed outside, the whole body, no, the pieces that made up the whole body were all pale, and there was no trace of blood spots caused by coagulation of blood. His few limbs were all pale. Stiff and dry like a plaster cast, pale...

As if all the blood had been drained, with such a corpse and such a state of death, one can imagine the scene when he was found dead in his room by his relatives, how terrified and panic he would be, and then, people How disgusting it would be... like avoiding the source of plague infection!

I should have sewed up Bai Yong's body first. Although there is nothing wrong with their current positions, they are not a whole after all.So, after Zhao Boyang's simple autopsy, I dismissed the others (actually only Zhao Boyang was alone), and started to prepare for simple sutures, embalming, and body arrangement...

What is my favorite career?Is it death itself, or is it quietly looking for integrity and truth with the dead, or is it just showing off one's identity as the living?

Is this kind of perception I love, putting makeup on the dead, or mocking the fate of human beings?

Head, upper torso, two arms, two hands, lower torso, two thighs, two calves, two feet...

Sewing is like mending a broken rag doll, a rag doll that has been torn apart by a child of human nature, sews them together, glues them together, and then simply cleans up the stains on the surface of the body, and puts a layer on it. thick foundation...

I have been busy for a full two hours with such a seemingly simple task. Of course, I actually spent more time observing Bai Yong's corpse, and I am not a professional corpse beautician myself. Fortunately, Bai Yong's body was not seriously damaged, it was just stiff and weird.

During the process of putting on Bai Yong's makeup, he opened his closed eyes several times, and those dilated pupils symbolized death.What would death itself be?

I am very puzzled by this, because I have witnessed death, and after witnessing death, but in fact, I have not experienced the feeling of dying as a human being---even if Zhao Boyang used Xiang Qi's sword Slit my throat once, but that wasn't real death either...

What exactly is death?Except for Bai Yong's opened eyes, other than the remaining stress reactions in his body, and the soul that has dissipated to nowhere, how can I find out the truth about Bai Yong's death?

What I want to grasp about Xiang Qi's actions, or about the actions of the "happy ghost" raised by Xiang Qi, all of these are always like a fog, only a corner of it is blurred, but the true color is not revealed.

Bai Yong opened his cloudy eyes like dead fish again, and this time he opened them even wider. Almost at the same time as I put down the powder in my hand, he suddenly "stared" wide Both eyes, as if staring at the ceiling, such a scene is indeed terrifying...

"I have protected your dignity for you, but you still want to scare me?" I smiled, and reached out to close his eyelids again. At this moment, the door of the room that was closed was knocked. Kicked away with a bang!

I saw a middle-aged man in shabby gray and white Chinese clothes break into the door!

When he saw the makeup tool in my hand, he sneered, without looking at me, he strode impatiently to the "simple mortuary table" (I made it out of tables) where the corpses were placed, and watched with a solemn expression. Bai Yong's corpse, which had been stitched up and put on make-up, shouted angrily, "You!"

He finally gave me a straight look, and pointed his right index finger at my nose, "Don't you know the rules?! The corpse of such a murderous person dares to act rashly! It's just a life-threatening situation!"

Just at the stall he was talking about, I picked up the "workbench"---the cosmetics on a dilapidated desk, and unscrewed the lipstick---this is the last step...

"Hey! Move in vain! Stop!" The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped him.

Bai Yong's eyes opened again...

It's different from before, this time, his dead fish-like eyeballs turned to me and then to the middle-aged man, and after that, his eyes widened and his eyes were about to burst!

"Stop! Stop! It's a ghost! If you don't want to die, get out!" The middle-aged man yelled majestically, and then he strode forward with great agility, and suddenly pushed me away.

With one hand, he made seals and chanted mantras, and with the other hand, he took out a piece of bright yellow talisman paper, and stuck it on Bai Yong's forehead --- tsk!I just put on my makeup!My craftsmanship is obviously unprofessional, but now I have another one to add to the chaos!really...

"F/U/C/K!"

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