There are strange things every year, and this year is especially numerous.

In less than half a year, Ji Zimo encountered two incidents of dead people not closing their eyes one after another. Not only that, but a strange and bizarre thing happened in his No. 5 dressing room.

He was putting on makeup for the deceased, and was suddenly stunned by the deceased's sudden bounce of eyes.

After the incident of Shilin not closing his eyes, Ji Zimo was like being immunized, although he had the basis of being scared once, he was still stunned by the situation that appeared again in front of him.

He simply recited a word of comfort, hoping that through his comfort, he could smoothly close the eyes of the deceased. But as soon as the hand left, the eyelids popped open vividly.

The eyes were dull, and the vitreous pupils were staring at him as if they were about to live. Ji Zimo hurriedly stepped forward to straighten the neck of the deceased and let her stare at the roof, as if staring at him in a cold sweat.

Unable to let the deceased close his eyes smoothly, Ji Zimo warned: "If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for taking extraordinary measures." "Sometimes, when you're alone in a dressing room, in front of a corpse, and you babble strange things, you feel like you're going to become insane.

Ji Zimo thought about it more than once, feeling the coldness from the four walls, as well as all kinds of reverie about the corpses on the morgue. Now face this tea bar girl who has been restored to her appearance after his meticulous makeup! His heart trembled inexplicably.

It's not because the tea bar girl can't close her eyes, and it's not because the master didn't sit outside the door and give him infinite courage and guts, but because he feels that this corpse is different from the condition of Shi Lin.

The bodies of the three women who died as a result of the Imagination Mansion incident were found to have drug-injected needles on their originally white arms.

The needle's eye formed dead blood spots, like tiny black blood moles, all over their left and right arms. Moreover, Ji Zimo also found in the repair test that they showed signs of helping to transport drugs to other places.

In order to make the deceased close his eyes, Ji Zimo adopted the method of sticking it with a special glue. But the problem came again, the glue was gone, as if it had been volatilized because I forgot to cover the lid after using it for Shilin last time.

Ji Zimo pinched the flat glue bottle, and was depressed and ready to get another bottle. To his surprise, the door wouldn't open.

The doors of the funeral parlor's dressing room are all separated by a semicolon next to each other, and they are not a sealed door like a morgue, so it is very convenient to enter and exit. This time, no matter what Ji Zimo thinks about opening it, the door just can't be opened.

There must be a problem, Ji Zimo immediately had the incident of the scorched corpse scaring him in his mind. Thinking of this, his hairs stood on end, inexplicably nervous, his body stiffened, his back to the morgue, he didn't dare to come out, with his sixth sense, there was a pair of white hands a foot away behind him, stretching out and slowly touching it.

Because of this thought, the temperature in the already cold powder room plummeted, and the air became thinner. He could even see the white breath coming out of his mouth.

It's nothing, scare yourself, Ji Zimo said to himself, and then, suddenly, turned around.

There was no hand behind his back, and he looked around with a weak heart. The curtain covering the corpse was still in its original place. Because of the scorched corpse incident, Ji Zimo made up a curtain in the dressing room that was not available in other dressing rooms.

In this way, even if you walk to the door, you will not be scared of yourself by suddenly turning around and seeing the corpse.

Ji Zimo looked back and saw the cloth curtain, and his heart was a little relieved. I tried to open the door again, but I couldn't, the door really didn't move like it was welded to the outside.

"Woo~" The sudden cry made Ji Zimo tremble, suspecting that he had heard it wrong. I walked two steps cautiously, approached the door, and put my ear to the door to hear if there was a cry from the family of the deceased outside.

After listening for a while, it was quiet outside the door.

The lights in the room flickered inexplicably like a short circuit in the wires, just because of the cry just now, Ji Zimo didn't have time to turn around in wonder. Suddenly, my shoulders sank, and I felt a cold cold on my shoulders.

Can't look back, can't look back, Ji Zimo said to himself, but he still couldn't help but look back.

A face, full of resentment and unwilling to wear heavy makeup, was staring at him intently, and its eyes were as nimble as a living person. She asked, "Why am I here?" ”

Ji Zimo was surprised, but he couldn't dodge, so he could only say apologetically face to face: "You died." ”

"Impossible, how could I die, don't you see that I am standing in front of you properly?"

Ji Zimo looked at the sign hanging on her wrist, Cheng Lu number xxxx.

"You're really dead, and a living person won't wear this on their wrists." Ji Zimo was calm and said to her seriously.

Cheng Lu shook his head desperately, never admitting that he was dead, his eyes were full of reluctance.

In order to make her believe that she was dead, Ji Zimo took out the photos taken of her after her death in the sealed bag and showed them to her one by one.

Cheng Lu in the photo has a miserable face, and the fourth finger of his right hand has been gnawed by rats to the point that only bones remain. It was a fake skin that Ji Zimo helped her make with artificial clay skin similar to the color of her skin.

Cheng Lu looked at these photos in disbelief.

The photo shows her dying tragically, but it seems to her that she has had a long nightmare. In the nightmare, she traveled long distances, experienced the experiences of her life, and feared drug trafficking, drug trafficking, drug use.

Ji Zimo still didn't believe the fact that she was dead. She was asked to hold up the fourth finger of her right hand, and he used a knife to gently scrape off the mud of the artificial skin, revealing a piece of white bone that had been cleaned.

"Ah~ah" Cheng Lu screamed like a breakdown, her scream was so sharp and piercing that Ji Zimo had to cover her ears. "Just a finger, I have a lot of things to do, please help me. Help me, I don't want to die. She shook her head desperately, refusing to admit the fact that she was dead.

The dead man stood up and said nonsense, and it was not the first time Ji Zimo had encountered it. It's just a different occasion, a different place.

When Ji Zimo repaired the dead, he never put on the tortoiseshell bracelet.

Master said that it was a form of respect for the deceased and to prevent the tortoiseshell bracelet from hurting their souls.

Master also said that some of the deceased who are unwilling to leave, as long as the time is not very long, will "wake up" strangely after the funeral parlor's dressing room has their appearance repaired.

Or just like Cheng Lu, he is still doing what he does on weekdays, and he doesn't know that he is dead.

Cheng Lu didn't believe that he was dead, and he talked to Ji Zimo, wanting to beg him to save him.

"You really died, if it weren't for some special event, your body should have been sent to the incinerator today." Ji Zimo was extremely indifferent and said expressionlessly.

Cheng Lu suddenly sat on the ground, and the shaking feeling at the moment of sitting down was so real. She subconsciously spread her five fingers and looked at Ji Zimo from between her five fingers. A strange man with two slender legs in addition to his waist and a cold and handsome appearance.

"Can you tell me who you are?"

"Special Funeral Master Ji Zimo." As Ji Zimo spoke, he calmly looked directly at her pair of dull eyes and said, "If you have an unfulfilled wish, you can tell me, and you can also tell me before and after your accident." ”

Cheng Lu pondered, as if he was thinking seriously. Then, in a faint whisper, "The road is dark and long, I can't see him......" Thinking about it, she squatted on the ground, shook her head, and shouted like a madman, "I can't remember, I can't remember." ”

"You'll be able to remember." Ji Zimo thought that Shi Lin was too, and he couldn't remember many things for several days after his death. Later, I slowly remembered it.

Cheng Lu looked at Ji Zimo with a depressed expression and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?" ”

"Yes, but no smoking here."

Cheng Lu's painful expression and uncomfortable look slowly stood up and stumbled straight to the door. wanted to rush out at the first time, but when she rushed to the door, a flash of white light was like an electric shock. She let out a scream and retreated into the house.

Ji Zimo shook his head and sighed: "Don't struggle in vain, you are really dead, if you have an unfulfilled wish, or if you have something you want to say, tell me as soon as possible." ”

Cheng Lu really believed that he was dead this time.

Seeing Ji Zimo say this, she nodded helplessly in her tears, "I'll tell you." ”

Cheng Lu was a woman from a good family before she came into contact with drugs.

Because of her mother-in-law's suspicion and her husband's distrust, she came all the way to work in City A.

The talent market in City A is mixed, and there are all kinds of people.

Speaking of which, Cheng Lu still has a bit of a look, and soon an old man with a rickety back and an obscene appearance took a fancy to her.

The old man is actually the old bustard, and Cheng Lu only heard someone call him when he went to that place. How can a man be a mother? She was deceived by this so-called mother's rhetoric.

The old man promised her a salary of 3,000 yuan a month, and the job was simple, just standing in front of the counter and selling some cigarettes and tea.

When she really went to work with this old man called Mom, she found that there were several women like her, and they all said in private that they were here to guard the counter of the store.

Cheng Lu knew that he had been fooled, that is, in the afternoon of the same day, he found that there were still men who looked like rich people in the tea bar.

She also spotted the tea bar in a hidden place, as well as tattooed thugs. At that time, she wanted to leave the tea bar, but these tattooed people followed her, and further threatened her, either to do it here, or to become a missing person, and not see the life and death of the corpse.

Missing people abound in cities throughout the year. In Cheng Lu's hometown, there are often nameless female corpses floating in the river, and finally met well-wishers who salvaged them ashore and buried them on the spot, but no one has found them so far.

When I went to that place, I was unfamiliar with the place, and Cheng Lu was scared.

She had to think of self-preservation, and in the case of self-preservation, she tried not to be forced into prostitution as much as possible. She has observed that in one night's work, there are three or four guests, and they shamelessly show off in front of her, more than who makes more money.

This book is derived from reading books