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Su Qingmei went home from work early to cook, was busy in the kitchen, heard movement at the door but didn't see anyone, according to this point, Ji Zimo had to delay his work time by half an hour. Is there a thief in the house? The thought startled her herself.

After thinking about it, he finally pinched a broom and went to the door of the bathroom. She stuck to the glass door of the shower, silently listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, only the small sound of rustling.

She was nervous and didn't know if the broom would be able to deal with a sudden intruder. And this intruder seems to have a spare key.

Just when Su Qingmei was concentrating and seriously preparing to deal with the thieves hiding in the bathroom, the glass door of the bathroom was opened, and Ji Zimo suddenly poked out half of his head and said, "You come and help me see what's wrong with my body." ”

Last night, the two of them were (entangled) for half a day, and she thought she had counted all the pores on his body, as if there was nothing! However, at Ji Zimo's request, she still went into the bathroom and examined it carefully from beginning to end, even her hair was picked up with her fingers.

"There are no anomalies."

Ji Zimo frowned, and if he wanted to make a statement, he smiled indifferently at the body in the mirror and said, "Maybe I'm nervous." After finishing his clothes, Gu Zi walked out of the bathroom, completely ignoring the expression on Su Qingmei's face.

Su Qingmei felt that Ji Zimo was a little weird.

Why did he have to check his body for no reason, not to check the health of the body, but to check whether there were any wrong marks or marks on the body.

Ji Zimo walked to the dining table and sat down, thinking about things, almost forgetting to open the cover to look at the food under the hood.

Su Qingmei walked over suspiciously, lifted the cover, and the fragrant meal appeared in front of him. Ji Zimo didn't seem to be interested, just symbolically picked up the rice bowl and took a bite, his brows tightened and he looked preoccupied.

"Zimo."

Ji Zimo looked at Su Qingmei, but did not say anything, there was a question in his eyes.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Su Qingmei asked this, which made Ji Zimo realize that he was a bit out of shape just now. made Qingmei suspicious, he hurriedly made a disguised move, put the vegetables into the other party's bowl and said: "Don't worry about it, you have to eat more, take a rest and sleep after eating." Don't worry about anything else, it's the best gift for me. ”

Su Qingmei knew that Ji Zimo was refusing to answer the question head-on, her face was full of disappointment, and she reluctantly smiled and lowered her head to eat. I couldn't figure it out when I took a bite of food, but I was too curious about what he had to solve, so I asked casually; "Did you have a problem at work today?"

Ji Zimo wiped his mouth elegantly with a tissue, took a sip of soup and smiled lightly: "I didn't go to work." ”

"Oh."

Ji Zimo is like this, except for things in life, he rarely communicates with Su Qingmei on other topics. He won't tell her about work, unhappy feelings, or difficult things.

Su Qingmei got up to wash the dishes, and Ji Zimo cleaned up the table, this is the tacit understanding that the two have always reached. Then, the two snuggled up on the sofa and watched TV, the program was generally what Ji Zimo watched, what she watched, watched for a while and went back to the small study of their own private space to do their own things, and finally went to the bedroom to rest.

Ji Zimo was not interested in watching TV tonight, so he sat down for a while and left.

Su Qingmei thought that he went to the small study, so he didn't ask, and didn't find out that Ji Zimo was not in the small study until he rested and went to the bedroom.

Ji Zimo went to the street garden fifty meters away from the right turn of the hospital. He had a piece of paper in his hand, on which three arrows were drawn, and at one end of the arrow there was writing.

Xiaomei - Fang Xingcai - big brother. He is particularly concerned about the death of a young girl, and he takes this matter more seriously than Zhang Yang.

Ji Zimo thinks that Xiaomei has no connection with the girl's death case at all, am I thinking too much? He looked up at the sky, a few stars twinkled in the dark, a rare night with stars, tomorrow is definitely good weather.

The street garden is very beautiful, there are artificially planted barma, a piece of white-gray flocculent has emerged, and there are vines climbing on the shelves, sitting here on a hot day will not feel the heat wave baking.

It has now entered autumn, so what Ji Zimo feels is cold.

He hopes that Xiaomei will appear, but he doesn't want her to appear, a hard-working woman, maybe just unilaterally looking for someone to complain, is not as complicated and purposeful as he thought.

In fact, Ji Zimo really wanted to know what Xiaomei's final result would be. He felt that her story was incomplete, at least he didn't know if her lover had returned, and that the hateful family had been punished.

Sitting quietly for a while, worried that Su Qingmei would think too much, Ji Zimo had to get up and go home.

When he got home, he had to lie and go outside.

The next day, Zhang Yang didn't bother him and went to work normally. It's time to go to work, and walking into the newly built funeral home has a strange and familiar feeling. What is familiar is these cypresses, and what is strange is the strange faces that come and go to the funeral home.

It is said that there are many more interns, all of whom are young and want to come to find some excitement and feel the scale of life and death.

Walking with his head held high and striding forward, Ji Zimo always gives people a feeling of being cold and unapproachable.

"Master Ji."

Someone was shouting Ji Zimo, he stopped and glanced at him a little, and then looked at the person who shouted him.

The person who called him was a beautiful girl with clear eyebrows, wearing white overalls, a slender figure, with her hands in her pockets, staring at him with a smile.

Ji Zimo is like a pot of ivy, always bringing life to the lifeless funeral home, with him, you can see smiling faces.

"Xiao Yun is in trouble?"

Xiao Yun is a newcomer that the funeral home leader pointed out to him to bring, Ji Zimo couldn't understand whether these beautiful women and handsome men also had the same thoughts and strange encounters as themselves before they chose to enter the funeral home for work and internship. Although he knew that these young people had not been at the funeral home for a long time, they would leave an indelible shadow on their life journey.

Anyone who works in a funeral home sees the dead faces of others as if they saw their own faces that will die in the future! In short, witnessing the body, whether it is a man or a woman, young or old, there is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

"Master Ji, I've been waiting for you for a long time." It's good to be young, Ji Zimo has also been young, full of youthful youth, it seems that he left yesterday.

"Something?" Ji Zimo doesn't talk much, especially for people who don't know much about it, it's like gold.

"A deceased person was sent yesterday, and the family's request was a bit excessive, so no one dared to take it."

"Sent to room five?"

Xiao Yun raised his hands behind his back, walked in a delicate posture, and asked in a playful whisper: "Master Ji heard that you used to like to raise dogs?" ”

At the mention of dogs, Ji Zimo was slightly stunned. It was one of his fantasies, Jimmy, his fantasy pet, he had been looking forward to the day when Ji Shanshan appeared in front of him, argued with him, and quarreled over the imaginary Jimmy, but all this disappeared completely after the Ji family's old mansion.

"Never."

Xiao Yun pouted: "Master, what do you mean by never?" ”

Ji Zimo stood still, "I've never had a dog. Then he remembered and asked, "Who told me to have a dog?" ”

Xiao Yun didn't expect Ji Zimo to suddenly say so much to her, and she couldn't help but feel proud, she raised her arm and made an OK gesture. The action was obviously not done by Ji Zimo, but towards the people who were hiding in the shadows.

"It doesn't matter who it is, what does Master mean when he says he doesn't have a dog?" During Xiao Yun's questioning, Ji Zimo already had a gloomy face, and strode towards Room Five.

There was a group of people standing at the door of room five.

Ji Zimo knew that they must be family members by looking at their dress, behavior, words and deeds. He turned around and went to the locker room, and when he came out white, unlike the hospital doctor, he was a mortician.

Walking to room five, Xiao Yun came running around, saw Ji Zimo, and hurriedly slowed down. Her pockets are full of money won from betting, and she bets with colleagues, newcomers and old-timers.

They bet that Xiao Yun would have a special reward for making Ji Zimo say six words.

As a result, Xiao Yun won the gamble, but Ji Zimo was very disgusted with her.

When the family members saw that Ji Zimo was coming, they stopped arguing, and looked at him in unison, looking at the sign on his chest.

Special beautician Ji Zimo.

Suddenly, the entire corridor was silent, staring at Ji Zimo silently, his appearance was firmly remembered by his family, and he was the most handsome and awesome undertaker in the funeral home.

Xiao Yun didn't dare to come out, and followed Ji Zimo quietly and silently, just wanted to enter the door, but the door was closed against her face.

She didn't dare to bang on the door, because an old-timer told her that Ji Zimo likes to work quietly, and if she doesn't go well, she will go crazy.

"Hi hey, my master." The family members were all looking at her, Xiao Yun pointed to the door embarrassedly, and tried to squeeze out a smile.

Ji Zimo entered the room and picked up a notepad on the work cabinet, which contained the deceased's name, age, date of death, and a series of directories of the faces that needed to be done.

At first glance at the name, he was stunned; The name of the deceased, Fang Xingcai, age 63, and several directories He briefly looked at it, and understood the requirements of the deceased's family clearly, and his attention stopped at the name of the deceased.

Could it be a coincidence? Xiaomei's lover is called Fang Xingcai, and now the deceased is also called Fang Xingcai.

Ji Zimo was fully armed, uncovered the white cloth sheet covering the deceased, and saw an extremely hideous face of death.

The deceased's mouth was so wide that he could see the laryngeal vestibule of his throat, and not only that, but one of his eyes also bulged out, as if they were squeezing out of their sockets. At the same time, Ji Zimo saw that the deceased had nothing but a piece of skin, which was ribs.

The old man starved to death?

On the shriveled stomach, the ribs can be counted, and there are many ways for humans to die, and this kind of death is rare, called skeleton death.

This beauty can't be done, Ji Zimo re-covered the body of the deceased, walked to the door and glanced at Xiao Yun, who was talking to the family, and then closed the door and left Room No. 5.

The family didn't understand Ji Zimo's actions, they thought he had done a good job. I was full of joy and prepared to take away the beautified body and send it to the condolence hall, where many relatives would come to mourn.

But Xiao Yun had a premonition that things were not good.

If Master had made this body, then he wouldn't have come out like that just now, and he wouldn't have ignored her existence.

Ji Zimo went to the leadership office.

Naturally, the leaders praised him, saying that he was efficient, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Ji Zimo sat down, "Don't say okay, I can't do this job." ”