Fang Shuya picked up the anti-anxiety medicine on the table and drank the beer in hand.

"It's all just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence, it's not about me, I have to be calm, I have to be calm."

Fang Shuya calmed down, took two more sips of beer, and then began to continue updating the comic manuscript that had been prepared in advance, the manuscript reads:

A man was smoking a cigarette in a funeral home while tidying up the appearance of the female corpse, and occasionally the cigarette ash fell into the nose of the female corpse, and the man just wiped it brutally.

The man looked at the female corpse carefully, judging from the corpse of the female corpse, it was obvious that he had suffered a fire before his death, and his body was burned all over his body, and his face was already blurred, and the man spit out a smoke ring from his mouth, and the smoke ring surrounded the female corpse twice and disappeared!

The man teasingly fiddled with the female corpse, and said slowly for a long time: "I have been a funeral makeup artist for so many years, and it is the first time I have seen a woman with such a good figure, if you live in the world, you should be a beauty." The man played with the woman's breasts as he spoke, and although the breasts were almost completely scorched, he could still see that the size of the woman's breasts must have been very impressive.

The man turned around and fiddled with the makeup pen on his desk, all kinds of makeup materials and utensils were available on the table, and suddenly the light flickered twice, and the man looked up at the light bulb on his head: "Damn, such an old light bulb should have been replaced a long time ago." ”

The man picked up his makeup tools and turned to face the female corpse, and suddenly found that the female corpse had opened her eyes and was staring at him.

The man grinned in fright and almost fell: "Damn, it's unstable to die." As he spoke, the man walked over and slapped the female corpse twice.

The man picked up his makeup pen, and was about to put on the female corpse when her left hand suddenly grabbed the man's hand.

The man was startled and immediately broke away from the woman's left hand.

"you, scare me." As he spoke, he kicked the female corpse.

Suddenly, the man noticed that the woman's left hand was missing a finger from the middle finger! The man suddenly remembered something:

The man himself is a funeral makeup clerk who specializes in applying makeup to the dead in hotels, but this job is not too respected, after all, dealing with the dead is somewhat unlucky, so not too many people are willing to deal with men. Men always like to sit in front of the funeral home and smoke a cigarette after work. However, there is often a woman who always mockingly and defiantly gives the middle finger to the man when she passes by the funeral home after work! There seems to be some ridicule with it, which makes the man feel humiliated.

The man felt that she had to stop doing this and apologize to himself, so one night the man followed the woman's route home and found the woman's residence.

The man knocked on the door, explained the reason to the woman, and asked the woman to apologize for her actions, but the woman did not want to entangle with the man too much and mocked the man for being worthy of dealing with the dead all his life.

The man was ridiculed and felt insulted. Furious and irrational, he broke into the room and cut off the woman's left middle finger with a fruit knife. The woman covered her left hand and yelled at the man frantically, saying that she was going to call the police to arrest the man and go to prison, but the man panicked, knocked the woman unconscious, and set fire to the house and faked it as a fire.

The man came back to his senses and looked at the female corpse beside him, and suddenly felt a little frightened: "Damn, damn, it's really terrible." The man muttered as he quickly packed his things and wanted to leave.

Suddenly the lights went out, and the room fell into darkness, and the man groped around the room in a panic, and after a silence, the lights came on again.

"Ah~ah~ah!"

The man let out a scream as he saw the female corpse standing in front of him.

The female corpse suddenly pinched the man with her hand, and the man struggled weakly ......!

Fang Shuya looked at the updated manuscript on the computer, and suddenly seemed to think of something! Put on some clothes and rush out the door.

Fang Shuya hurriedly got into her car, started the accelerator and drove to a funeral home as fast as possible.

Soon came to the door of the funeral hall, Fang Shuya rushed straight inside, and a man's wailing could be heard in a room inside, and Fang Shuya rushed into that room. I saw a man choking his neck with both hands!

"Sir, calm down." Fang Shuya pushed the man away as she spoke, and pulled the man's hands off his neck. The man kept gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" Fang Shuya asked!

"It's terrible." The man gasped and said with difficulty.

Suddenly, a pair of bloody hands appeared out of thin air and grabbed the man's hand, only to see that a middle finger was missing from the left hand of the blood.

The bloody hand grabbed the man's hand, picked up a makeup pen that had fallen from the ground, and aimed it at his throat.

Seeing this, Fang Shuya hurriedly wanted to go up to stop it, but suddenly a woman's pale head poked out from behind the man and looked at Fang Shuya with a sly smile, Fang Shuya was so frightened that a spirit retreated again and again.

The man squinted behind him nervously and said, "I was wrong, please forgive me!" ”

The bloody hand controlled the man to stab the makeup pen into his throat, and in an instant, blood gushed out and sprayed on Fang Shuya's face.

Fang Shuya was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, and at this time, the door was kicked open, and Xu Shibin, his master Zhang Zicheng and Lin Zhiya rushed in.

Lin Zhiya shouted: "This is what was drawn on the latest comic just now!" ”

Xu Shibin looked at the scene in front of him and immediately took out his pistol: "Don't move, raise your hands." ”

Zhang Zicheng stepped forward to check the man's body: "It's dead!" ”

"It's not me, it's not me." Fang Shuya blocked in front of her with her hand and said with a haggard face.

Zhang Zicheng looked around, and it seemed that no outsiders had been around.

"Let's take it back to the interrogation room first!" Zhang Zicheng said like this!

For a long time, in the interrogation room, the strong light shone on Fang Shuya's face, and the dazzling light made Fang Shuya unable to open her eyes.

Xu Shibin and Zhang Zicheng were sitting at the interrogation table staring at Fang Shuya, while the editor Lin Zhiya stood aside to record all this, as a qualified editor, Lin Zhiya would not let go of any hot points.

"So you're saying you rushed to the funeral home to save the man?" Zhang Zicheng said with experience.

Xu Shibin looked at Fang Shuya, who was panicked, and said, "I heard that your recent comics can really foresee the future?" Or foresee the death of someone else? Did something happen to you? Or do you suddenly have this ability? ”

Fang Shuya said a little overwhelmed: "I don't know what's going on lately?" I always have nightmares, and I can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy, as for why my work really happens in reality? I don't know why, but if you had to ask, I would only answer that it was a coincidence. ”