Ji Zimo refused to go to the Criminal Investigation Department of the Municipal Bureau.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to transfer Zhu Yimeng's body to the funeral home, only here can Ji Zimo quietly make up for her and leave her last dignity in the world.

There are two kinds of people at funeral homes.

One kind of person has no breath of life, quietly waiting for makeup, leaving the last dignity in the world.

One is that they have the breath of life, but they must calmly face them who are cold and lifeless. Make-up for them and give them their last ride.

He put on makeup for her.

The world is impermanent, and creation makes people. The first few jokes, I didn't expect it to really become a reality.

Ji Zimo really made up for Zhu Yimeng who was lying on the morgue this time. Her laughter still resounded in her ears, her voice and smile, and her cheeky face all flashed in front of her eyes.

But now she is a cold corpse. With all friends and relatives, become "people" separated by yin and yang.

Zhu Yimeng's mother rushed back from abroad, and after crying, she sighed, said some simple words that were not painful or itchy, and left the funeral home with an indifferent expression.

Ji Zimo had to put on makeup for Zhu Yimeng before Su Bai killed the next one who would not save him.

The cold space has never been pre-makeup for this quiet white corpse with such a messy mood. He had seen countless corpses put on his hands, and he could no longer remember who they were, where they came from, and what kind of reason they came to the funeral parlor's No. 5 dressing room.

Powder room No. 5 is Ji Zimo's studio.

Repeatedly facing the body that was about to put on makeup, Ji Zimo remembered his master's earnest teachings. We must respect the deceased, respect their last wishes, and return their last dignity.

Ji Zimo rejected the smell of formalin from the corpse, took out two (balls) of cotton balls, and prepared to stuff them into the nostrils of the deceased. But he was surprised to see a thread of blood flowing out of his nostrils.

He is not Zhu Yimeng's relative, there is a legend that after a person dies, this phenomenon occurs when he sees his relatives.

In Ji Zimo's opinion, this is the residual bruise released after the body is thawed.

Ji Zimo gently wiped the blood line under his nostrils with a tissue and stuffed the cotton ball into his nostrils. Fortunately, Zhu Yimeng's eyes were closed, she was lying flat on the morgue, after his careful cleaning, and then smeared some blush and puffed some powder, at this moment she seemed to be asleep, but there was a kind of sadness, depression, and fear hidden between her eyebrows.

Zhu Yimeng knew that Ji Zimo would put on makeup for her, so she didn't open her eyes. In fact, she has reasons for not wanting to die, her resentment towards some people, her nostalgia for the world, and her heartfelt remorse after that incident.

Zhu Yimeng is a broken eyebrow, no wonder he died.

He heard the master say that a person with a broken eyebrow has a bad fate, a lonely life, and can only be regarded as a human being if he escapes the fate.

Ji Zimo stretched out his fingers, gently combed her eyebrows, and then carefully continued the broken eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. In this way, it looks more perfect, and this is the second time he has put on her makeup.

The first time was in the hair salon along the West White Road. She asked him to put on makeup, and he said he could only draw if he was lying down, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do it.

This time it's at the funeral home, powder room No. 5. She waited quietly for him to put on makeup, without the playfulness, naughtiness, and brazenness she had before.

Ji Zimo was concentrating on completing the last procedure for Zhu Yimeng, and there was a mournful cry from behind him.

The door to powder room 5 is closed, and the final make-up procedure for the remains can only be completed in a 100% quiet atmosphere. So when he heard crying in the dressing room, Ji Zimo didn't have to guess to know that the cryer was not human.

Ji Zimo didn't look back, and said in an indifferent tone: "Get out." ”

The crying paused, but the coldness from behind increased. Ji Zimo didn't look back, but he could feel the coldness from behind him approaching him.

"Isn't it enough for you to kill them? What else do you want to do! ”

"It's not me, it's really not me."

Ji Zimo put down the work in his hand and slowly turned back.

The little girl stared at him with tears in her eyes, her tattered dress, her bare feet, her mutilated face.

"Are you still going to scare me with this honor?"

"No, I'm ......"

"Su Bai, listen to me, don't think that I can't deal with you. As Master said, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, the reason why I haven't repaired it for you is actually giving you a chance, I hope you don't be stubborn and continue to kill, otherwise I will beat you to the point that you will not be able to live forever. ”

While Su Bai was crying, his thin shoulder blades twitched (moved), and the bloody tears slid to the ground, becoming countless broken dots, and finally disappeared into space.

Ji Zimo covered his ears and said word by word: "Get out." ”

Su Bai stared at him for the last time with teary eyes, turned around slowly, walked a few steps and disappeared.

Snap~ Ji Zimo pinched off the eyebrow pencil.

He covered Zhu Yimeng's body with a white cloth sheet, and before anyone had time to leave, he suddenly saw Zhu Yimeng appearing at the door holding Su Bai by hand.

"What else do you have to say?" Ji Zimo ignored Su Bai and asked Zhu Yimeng directly.

Zhu Yimeng smiled bitterly and said, "Take care of yourself, thank you for your makeup, I came this time for Su Bai's business." ”

Ji Zimo looked at Su Bai. The little girl lowered her head, not daring to look at him for a long time.

"Speak." Ji Zimo pulled a chair and sat down.

Zhu Yimeng sent Su Bai to Ji Zimo and said in a serious tone: "She was wronged. ”

"What do you mean?"

"There is an evil spirit wandering in the world on Pulp Wash Street, she uses Su Bai to kill people in revenge, obtain ghost qi, raise her ghost body, and avoid it from disappearing for too long."

Ji Zimo was surprised: "Really? ”

"Absolutely."

Ji Zimo looked at Su Bai and asked, "What's the matter, you tell me." ”

Su Bai stretched out his arm, and Ji Zimo hurriedly squatted down, letting her hand rest on his shoulder.

After a moment of dizziness, Ji Zimo appeared in his consciousness. On the road, Su Bai was walking, and there was a blank space in front of and behind her. That is to say, she didn't see the tricycle before her accident, and the tricycle didn't see Su Bai in front of her, and there was something between Su Bai and the tricycle.

Ji Zimo saw a girl squatting on the ground, her fingers drawing circles on the ground. She was about the same age as Su Bai, and she had a vicious and fierce smile on her face.

Then there was a picture of the tricycle knocking down Su Bai, and then the tragedy happened.

Ji Zimo woke up from the induction picture, and he urgently asked Su Bai who was going to the dark alley? Su Bai said that it was herself, and her purpose was to help him catch those villains.

After that, she never appeared.

The ghost who became Su Bai's revenge was someone else. It was the little girl who was cursing Su Bai in a circle on the ground just now, and Su Bai said that this little girl was called an outcast. It seems that her father has a nervous disorder, and the girl who dislikes her was thrown down from the stairs and fell to her death.

Outcast is not a little girl's name.

The foundlings have a good family, their mother is a doctor, and their father has a hereditary mental illness. When she was young, she had just smiled back, and her father picked her up and walked to the window and threw it down.

It was dark that night, there was no light, and her little body fell to the ground with a thud, and then she fell into the darkness of the bottomless abyss.

The outcast was very lonely, so he found Su Bai.

asked Su Bai to play with her, Su Bai refused, she stabbed the neighbor's child under the pretense of Su Bai's hand, and then Su Bai was scolded and beaten by her adoptive parents, and finally died successfully.

Ji Zimo wanted to find the foundling's parents, but Su Bai shook her head and said that she didn't know where they lived.

should have found it, Ji Zimo didn't believe it. He called Su Qingmei and went to Pulp Street to find clues without alarming Zhang Yang.

Ji Zimo asked the outcast whenever he met someone, no one knew such a person. It seems that Su Bai is right, the outcast has a name, and she took such a strange name after her death.

A middle-aged couple passed by them with a babbling child, and Ji Zimo hurriedly walked over and asked, "Do you know a girl named Foundling?" She was thrown downstairs by her own father and fell to her death. ”

Before he finished speaking, the other party ran away in a panic as if he had seen a ghost. Ji Zimo wondered, and stared at Su Qingmei without knowing it.

Su Qingmei frowned deeply, and suddenly came to his senses: "They must know the outcast, otherwise how could they run away?" ”

That's it, Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei ran and ran, looking and looking, but they really couldn't find it, they were tired enough, and they sat lazily under the wall. I don't know when it will start raining, and I don't know when the pedestrians on the road will raise their umbrellas.

Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei had a shiny drop of water on their heads, glanced at each other, and smiled.

"The two of us are so stupid, stupid that no one wants to admit to murder, and who wants to admit that they are insane?"

Su Bai is inconvenient to appear now, she simply pointed to the person who saw the outcast on this road. Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei wanted to find the murderer of their own daughter with such a point, it was simply hopeless to find a needle in a haystack.

The outcast told Su Bai that she would not let go of killing her biological father.

"You said that the father who is mentally ill killed his daughter, could it be that he is afraid that his daughter will grow up to be mentally ill?" Ji Zimo thought about it carefully for a while, and suddenly this sentence came out.

Su Qingmei nodded and agreed: "It's not that this is not impossible. ”

Ji Zimo stretched out his hand to crush the water droplets on Su Qingmei's hair.

Su Qingmei reached out and brushed his hair, the palm of his hand was wet, and the beads on the hair were gone. The two of them got up, Qingmei took out the apple from the bag, reserved and elegantly took a bite.

Ji Zimo will not be polite, an apple, he will destroy it in three or two clicks, patted the dust he was sitting on just now, sighed and said, "It seems that there is no hope, let's go home." ”

At this moment, the wind from above was so startled that he instinctively looked up, wow~ A baby crying from a doll fell from above his head. Ji Zimo did not leave, but stretched out his arms and made a gesture to hug the falling child.

Su Qingmei on the side forgot to chew the apple, and looked at Ji Zimo with a look of astonishment as his arms stretched out and walking downstairs on the street. And she saw that in addition to the air-conditioning box and the flowers and plants planted on the balcony, there was nothing falling in the sky!

Ji Zimo saw something different. The baby was falling rapidly, and he shouted, "Help." "Catch it, poof~ The caught baby turned into a pool of blood, wetting his clothes and staining his face.

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