As soon as her eyes were closed, Ji Shanshan's voice penetrated into her eardrums, "Brother, why did you lose Jimmy?" ”

Jimmy is a pet dog bought by Ji Shanshan, and in Ji Zimo's opinion, he is a dog that is too ugly to be able to do it, with a face full of wrinkles. But the old sister likes to be pampered like a living treasure, and even makes him a little jealous, the old sister loves dogs more than he loves him.

Dogs are good friends of humans, which Ji Zimo agrees with.

Ji Zimo also likes Jimmy, but one day he hates it.

It was a vacation that day, and Ji Shanshan was going to play outside and threw Jimmy to Ji Zimo. Then in the house, there was only one dog left, one man.

Ji Zimo was sleeping.

Jimmy was playing, it was playing with everything, dragging Ji Zimo's shoes under the bed and gnawing them, making a creaking sound.

Ji Zimo was induced to have a terrible nightmare by this strange voice.

In the nightmare, he saw a man lying on top of another and gnawing, tearing at the bloody flesh with a piercing sound that almost drove him crazy.

Ji Zimo was woken up by fright, and after waking up, he looked for shoes everywhere, only to be torn and deformed by Jimmy under the bed. This is his favorite shoe, the shoe he wore when he met Su Qingmei.

Ji Zimo was so angry that he hugged Jimmy and sent him to the uncle who was guarding the door at the door of the community downstairs.

Ji Shanshan cried a lot for this dog. Ji Zimo covered his head with a blanket and stuffed his ears with tissues to resist all noise entering his eardrums.

In addition to people, there are still people in the family.

Ji Zimo doesn't like these animals, not because he doesn't have love, but because these animals will play a guiding role.

After a night of blind tossing, I was still groggy when I got up in the morning, and I stuffed the toothbrush into my mouth, only to find that I didn't squeeze the toothpaste. Wash your face, run, and simply eat breakfast and go to work.

The funeral home is the final destination of people.

"Early."

"Early."

"Early."

Ji Zimo said a brief hello to his colleagues and then entered the dressing room, changed into the uniform worn by the mortician, and came out, and the master was waiting for him.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Master saw that Ji Zimo had dark circles under his eyes.

"Hmm."

"Another nightmare?"

"Hmm." Ji Zimo smiled bitterly, pretending to arrange his uniform was actually hiding a trace of panic on his face, he was afraid that the master would see through his thoughts.

"Don't be perfunctory, talk well." Master's gaze stared at him with keen insight.

"I, in my dream, saw a human skin lantern, and a woman." Under the forced gaze of his master, Ji Zimo had no choice but to dictate the memories of the nightmare that he did not want to repeat.

"He mentioned this human skin lantern to you, and then dreamed of it?"

"Yes."

"Actually, you should have told him the truth." As the master spoke, he stared at Ji Zimo with bright eyes. The tone softened a little and then said, "You go to the conference room, and there is a person named Zhang Yang looking for you." ”

Zhang Yang came to me so early? Ji Zimo said to himself. Nodding at Master, he turned away and walked away with steady steps, then turned around and went to the conference room.

Walk into the meeting room.

Against the wall stands a row of filing cabinets, an oval desk, and a circle of chairs. There were two people sitting on a chair near the door, and from Ji Zimo's point of view, only one person could be seen half-cut on his head.

This person was wearing a suit and had a neat flat head, and he was injured by a small problem during a night visit to a haunted house during his college years. Leaving a shallow scar on his eyebrows, Ji Zimo knew that he had to be flamboyant.

And the petite figure, sunk in the chair, is definitely a woman.

"Publicity."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and said jokingly with a smile: "Are you still so amazingly cold? As he spoke, he reached out and shook each other's hands and sat down with each other.

It's a strange feeling, I haven't seen each other for many years, and this meeting seems to be missing something? Is it a surprise to reunite after a long absence, or something else! Ji Zimo was depressed and delusional.

Zhang Yang put a meaningful smile on his face, and introduced the woman next to him, "New intern, Zhu Yimeng." ”

Zhu Yimeng's skin is very white, with a high ponytail, big eyes, and a delicate nose bridge, and his lips are pursed just right. The white collar is paired with a plaid light brown dress, which looks beautiful and decent.

A colleague brought a cup of tea, and Zhang Yang would not drink tea in this kind of place. Just smelling the smell of space made him want to vomit. If it weren't for the case, he wouldn't have come to this kind of place.

Ji Zimo sat down, and Zhang Yang poured out a large stack of photos from a stack of leather envelopes in his hand. It was full of photos of the deceased from various angles, the wide open mouth, the blood-colored eyes, and the frozen expression on his face before death.

It gave him an indescribable sense of fear, what did he see before he died? What do you feel? Ji Zimo picked up the photos one by one and put them down one by one.

Zhu Yimeng's scrutinizing gaze looked at the face of this man called Ji Zimo, who was quite alternative, for a moment, and his eyes were clearly regretful, such a man with a 100% charm value chose a mortician.

Ji Zimo didn't look up and stared intently at the photos of the deceased, he knew that he was being scanned by a pair of curious and inquiring eyes.

Zhang Yang asked: "How is it, do you see the problem?" ”

Ji Zimo looked at the photo and didn't immediately say what he thought in his heart.

Zhang Yang's scrutinizing eyes stared at Ji Zimo and said, "That incident a long time ago still left a big question mark in my heart, can you really see those things?" ”

The incident that Zhang Yang mentioned happened a long time ago. At that time, there were four people in Ji Zimo's bedroom. One is Zhang Yang, Shi Lin, Liu Fang, and Ji Zimo.

After four years of college, they more or less knew Ji Zimo's situation. In order to see if he could see those things, the four of them went to a place where they shouldn't be, and then something terrible happened.

It left a deep impression on everyone involved.

Zhang Yang's subtle words implied that Ji Zimo didn't know. However, he ignored the other party's questioning, but looked at Zhu Yimeng, looked away from the photo, and asked with a faint smile: "Is there anything wrong with my face?" ”

Zhu Yimeng's face turned red, she hurriedly looked away, glanced at Zhang Yang, and said embarrassedly: "No, what are you busy with." ”

Zhang Yang knew that Ji Zimo was paying attention to him and listening to him, so he said to himself: "We have suspicions, this spontaneous combustion incident is not suicide but murder. ”

This is the reason why Zhang Yang took a trip to meet Ji Zimo, this is the first time they met after the terrible incident during graduation. There is no exciting enthusiasm as expected, it is very indifferent, and each other knows the identity of the other.

One is a desirable noble profession, and the other is a daunting alternative job, and it is not easy for them to communicate calmly.

"And then?" Ji Zimo picked up the teacup and put it down, this will not be the time to drink tea, and you must go into the dressing room in one go, and there can be no half-point difference.

"So I hope you can focus on repairing the face of the deceased, and ignore the rest." Zhang Yang emphasized this matter, and it can be seen that the relevant parties are concerned about this matter.

For the case, Ji Zimo is not easy to participate, and whatever the other party says is what it is. If you need his assistance, he will cooperate unconditionally.

Zhang Yang deliberately left Zhu Yimeng behind when he left, and when he left, Ji Zimo wanted to ask Zhang Yang where he got his homeline number.

As a result, he didn't ask what he wanted to ask, and after that, Ji Zimo entered the No. 05 dressing room. The burnt corpse, deformed and curled, was placed on the morgue bed like a charred whole sheep.

Zhu Yimeng trembled and followed behind Ji Zimo, and said a brainless sentence: "He, will he still move?" ”

Ji Zimo replied: "It will move." ”

"Really?"

Ji Zimo nodded, and his gloved hand pressed an acupuncture point on the deceased's brain, and the deceased's body trembled violently, so frightened that Zhu Yimeng screamed and ran towards the door.

scared Zhu Yimeng away, the corners of his lips raised a wicked smile, and he didn't hear the sound of the door closing and turned his head to look.

Zhu Yimeng's provocative eyes glared at Ji Zimo and said, "I knew you wanted to scare me." ”

Ji Zimo frowned, "Why don't you leave?" ”

"You...... Don't scare me, okay. Zhu Yimeng was really afraid that Ji Zimo would drive her away, and wanted to express that she was not afraid, so she also said in a begging tone: "You do it, I won't bother you quietly." ”

"Get out." Ji Zimo rewarded her with two words.

Zhu Yimeng gritted his silver teeth and said, "I'll sue the deputy captain." ”

"Get out." Ji Zimo is still two words. There was no possibility of making concessions, Zhu Yimeng had no choice but to retreat from the dressing room unhappy.

Ji Zimo stared at the scorched corpse for two minutes, and then methodically prepared the necessities.

Scrape the epidermis of the charred corpse with tweezers, but was surprised to find that the charred corpse had no epidermis in the first place. The whole skin is burned to the ground, and this charred corpse has completely turned into a curly piece of waste, how can it be repaired?

Ji Zimo was stunned, stood up with a swish, and walked to the door in a few steps. He knew that when he encountered the most difficult work, Master was always very concerned, but this time, when he walked to the door, he only saw Zhu Yimeng, but did not see Master.

"Master Ji, I'm ......"

Ji Zimo ignored Zhu Yimeng and closed the No. 05 dressing room. There was a corpse in the dressing room, and Zhu Yimeng didn't dare to go in alone, so he walked straight towards the No. 08 dressing room.

Powder room 08 is Kang Zhentian's studio.

When Master is working, he doesn't like to be disturbed.

Ji Zimo stood at the door for a full few minutes, his raised hand stagnant in mid-air, hesitating, and the scarlet flesh of the scorched corpse's face and other parts of the body rolled up in his mind, and the blood-colored eyes of the deceased forced him to raise his hand cautiously and gently knock on the door twice.

The sound of "tuk tuk" is not loud, and the master should be able to hear it with a keen sense of hearing. And can accurately guess that Ji Zimo is knocking on the door.

Sure enough, when the door opened, the master's deep and deep voice came: "Zimo." ”

Ji Zimo promised to dodge in.

I wondered that there was no body in Master's dressing room, and he had no job. It's like I've just gone somewhere else, taking off my mask and changing my clothes.

"Zimo, do you have something to do with me?"

"Master, that charred corpse is very difficult to do, his entire skin is rolled up, and the subcutaneous layer is seriously destroyed." Ji Zimo didn't sit down, and told the problem in one go.

"Hmph, do you think it's our turn to do good things?" Master sat down and waved his hand for him to sit down as well.

Ji Zimo sat opposite the master. Between the two of them was a morgue bed covered with a white corpse cloth, and there was granular ice slag hidden in the morgue.

"Zhang Yang said that he focused on repairing the face of the deceased, and didn't care about anything else."

The master nodded, and his solemn expression fixed on Ji Zimo's face and said, "The scorched corpse will be handed over to the two of us to deal with together, and when it's over, you continue to find out the truth about the number 068 corpse opener." ”

"Oh."

Master said again, "Why aren't you curious to ask why?" ”

Ji Zimo smiled and said, "Master is always right, I will do what you say." ”

Kang Zhentian shook his head and said, "Master also makes mistakes, don't think that Master is omnipotent." ”

Ji Zimo didn't say anything, and his eyes looked forward to the master continuing to speak. He revered Master from the bottom of his heart, and listened carefully to every word Master said.

"I didn't go with you today to inspect the charred corpse, but the frozen corpse of 068, guess what I saw?"

"What?"

"Look at my transcript." The master pushed the checked transcript in front of Ji Zimo and said.

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