Thump......

I fell to the cold floor, and it was only then that I realized that everything I had just done was a dream.

It's just that everything is so realistic, and it's still vivid, that I still have a layer of cold sweat on my forehead now.

I held the brocade box in my hand and rubbed it repeatedly, wondering if the dream was a foreshadowing, or was it just an accident?

While pondering, the sound of a young couple applauding for love came from next door, I took out my mobile phone stopwatch, and the engine still turned off at the time of 100 seconds, and I climbed into bed with a little disappointment and continued to sleep.

The next day, I arrived at the funeral home on time with the brocade box, only to find that the spacious hall was already overcrowded.

"Yang Kui, hurry up. ”

Shen Yihuan stood not far away to greet me, and I hurriedly trotted over.

Shen Yihuan has changed into work clothes, her convex and backward figure is covered, only a pair of watery eyes reflect moving waves.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not a big deal, it's time to live. ”

I followed Shen Yihuan into the dressing room and saw a fat body in the middle.

"Yang Kui, you need to get started today, the amount of work is a bit large. ”

"Okay, I'll do my best to help you. ”

"It's not an effort, it's a must, this deceased's identity is too special. Shen Yihuan's tone was a little anxious.

I put on my protective suit, approached the bed, looked at the deceased on it, and asked, "Who is he?"

Shen Yihuan urged: "Don't talk about this yet, I'll let you know later, hurry up and work." ”

I didn't want to ask anything more, so I picked up the scissors and peeled off the coat of the deceased, revealing a white body, which was soft to the touch, and it should have been not long after he died.

"Rip off his pants. Shen Yihuan pointed to the lower body of the deceased.

"All off?"

"That's right, let's do it, first clean the body of the deceased, wipe it from head to toe. Shen Yihuan threw me a warm towel.

I carefully followed suit, feeling like a scrub master.

Shen Yihuan put the makeup items neatly in the tray, and she could see that her face was a little embarrassed.

"Do you know him?" I asked softly.

"What?"

Shen Yihuan was very stunned, he didn't expect that I would ask like this.

I said, "Are all outsiders relatives of the deceased?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Shen Yihuan was a little annoyed, and picked up a small brush to apply foundation to the deceased.

I can't say anything more, so I can only bury my head and silently wipe the body of the deceased.

After a few minutes, the deceased's body had been thoroughly cleaned, and even the nails had been trimmed.

"You come and apply foundation to the deceased, and I'll go to the storeroom and get something. Shen Yihuan handed me the small brush.

I hesitated to take it, after all, I used to put on makeup for living people, and this sudden makeup for people from another world was inevitably a little apprehensive.

Shen Yihuan saw that I hesitated, so he simply stuffed the brush directly into my hand.

"Remember, you are not allowed to take off your mask at any time, let alone exhale into the deceased and keep your distance. ”

I nodded: "I know, getting too close will make up the makeup, and I used to do the same with the makeup of actors." ”

"Whatever you want, just remember what I said. Shen Yihuan turned around and left.

I could clearly see that when she turned around, she seemed to shake her head slightly, was she questioning my technique?

I was a little displeased, but if I think about it carefully, it is understandable, after all, I am the first time that the eldest girl has been on the sedan chair.

I quickly convinced myself to bury my head in the makeup of the deceased.

To be honest, I was still a little panicked in my heart, especially after Shen Yihuan left, I was the only one in the empty and cold dressing room, no, there was a person who didn't breathe.

I told myself repeatedly that the man in front of me was lying on the bed, he was not dead, he was just asleep, and I was not applying makeup to the corpse, but to an actor who was about to play a vegetative person.

This kind of psychological suggestion really works, and the hand that was shaking just now is as steady as a dog.

The brush brushed over the skin of the deceased, producing a subtle squeak and fine dust, and as a result, I choked several times and almost fell off my mask.

Suddenly, I remembered one thing, before I saw Shen Yihuan putting on makeup for the deceased yesterday, she would stand aside and say respectfully, but today she didn't seem to have done this process.

In that case, I'll do it for you.

"Hello, I'm makeup artist Yang Kui, I'm here to provide you with makeup services today, I hope you can be satisfied, if you have any needs, just ......"

Speaking of this, I stopped abruptly, raised my hand and wanted to give myself a mouthful, how to bring out the makeup set I used to make up for the actors, it was really smooth.

I cleared my throat and tried to say it again, but I felt a vibration in my arms.

Since irrelevant noises are not allowed during work, I set my phone to vibrate as soon as I entered the door of the funeral home.

But when I took out my phone to check, I didn't see text messages and phone calls, could it be just a hallucination.

I put my phone back on my waist and continued to touch up the deceased's makeup.

The deceased in front of him looked like he was in his early forties, with a wide forehead and a broad face, full facial features, a fat head and big ears, and a kind of longevity, why did he die young?

Buzzing......

The vibration sound came from my arms again, and this time it shocked me, because the phone was placed on the operating table, so what was the vibration sound?

Isn't the deceased in front of me dissatisfied with the makeup I painted?

I took a step back and slowly reached into my arms and felt for the vibratory.

When I touched the shock animal, I was suddenly relieved, it turned out to be the brocade box given to me by Sun Bald, this thing is really strange, it can move by itself, I wonder if it contains a mobile phone, or some kind of adult product.

But after thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong, and when I had a nightmare last night, the brocade box vibrated once.

Today it shook suddenly, probably to suggest to me that something bad was going to happen, but now that it was broad daylight, I couldn't stand and have a nightmare.

WhewW......

A cold wind blew down my neck, causing the hairs on my back to stand on end.

I glanced at the door of the dressing room, and it was still closed, and the windows around me were tightly closed, but where did the cold wind come from?

When I first entered the dressing room yesterday, someone called my name behind my back, and today a cold wind blew again, which was really weird.

"Who? Don't hide behind and sneak around!"

After saying this, I immediately regretted it, there was a person from another world lying in front of me, but I said the word "ghost", didn't I cause trouble for myself.

When no one responded, I restrained myself and tried to keep my composure.

"Yang Kui, you stop what you're doing first. ”

Shen Yihuan's voice came from behind him.

I was relieved, turned around slowly, looked at Shen Yihuan, and half-jokingly: "Didn't you explain that I can't talk behind me? ”

Shen Yihuan looked blank, walked up to the deceased, and muttered to himself: "I feel sorry for him, it's a pity that he was framed to death at such a good age." ”

I was taken aback and asked, "Framed for death? How do you know? Didn't the body have already been examined? ”

"What if the examiner and the murderer are related, and will the result be fair?"

"Wait a minute, you're saying the murderer is still at large, this ......"

Shen Yihuan stretched out his hand and stroked the cheeks of the deceased, and the corners of his eyes seemed to become crystalline.

Did she cry? I became at a loss, what was the relationship between this deceased and her? She saw a large number of deceased people every day, why did she have feelings for this person.

"What are we going to do next? Do you want to continue to put makeup on the deceased?" I was a little undecided.

If you continue to wear makeup, then the deceased will go away with injustice, but if the makeup is stopped, what evidence can be used to prove that the deceased was framed to death.

Besides, this is the dressing room of the funeral home, not the body autopsy room of the bureau, and rash action will only cause trouble.

"Push him out and ask for a new forensic evaluation, don't let people go unclear. ”

Shen Yihuan waved at me and motioned for me to push the board bed and the deceased to the door.

I did so, but when I got to the door, the door suddenly opened, and my jaw dropped at the sight before me.