February 19, 2006 at 10:10 p.m., a particularly hazy, starless night.

At the intersection along the white line in the west of City A, there was a loud bang without warning.

The loud sound startled people passing by to stop and watch, a heavy truck knocked a motorcycle into the air, due to inertia, even if the large truck braked, it also rushed forward with inertia to a pair of men and women who fell to the ground and rolled off the motorcycle.

The rolling wheels of the large truck hit the hearts of onlookers, some screamed, some ran, and some called the police. But the far water could not save the near fire, and the wounded man and woman were about to die under the wheels.

The man with his head covered in blood made an astonishing move at a critical moment. He pushed the woman beside him to the side with all his might, saying that it was too late, and the rolling truck swept him under the wheels at once, and finally let out a heavy clattering gasp before stopping.

Then the ambulance came, the traffic police directed other vehicles to detour, the man under the wheel was crushed to a human shape, the glass slag on the ground, the blood trickled out like a stream from under the wheel, stained the glass slag red, and invaded the ground.

Fortunately, the female injured person who was pushed away in time missed the Grim Reaper by a millimeter distance from the wheel. Medical personnel found that she was still breathing weakly and was rushed to the General Hospital of the Military Region.

The male deceased and the female injured were a couple, and they agreed to wait until they had saved enough money to get married, but such a tragic car accident occurred. The female injured went to the hospital, the male deceased went to the funeral home, the reality is too cruel, and a sweet couple is separated by yin and yang.

The person responsible for the accident is the heavy truck. Heavy trucks rushed to the road, and after the incident, the traffic police tested the driver's blood, which did not contain alcohol. Listening to the driver's stammering explanation, he didn't know what was going on, the car suddenly failed and couldn't brake the car, and there was a cloud of darkness in front of him that he couldn't see anything, and finally a tragedy happened.

City A Funeral Parlor, Powder Room No. 05.

Ji Zimo is 1.80 tall. Wheat-colored skin, with a cold face, slightly curly hair, and a little difficult to hide between the eyebrows, added a bit of dignified after stepping into the funeral home, and at this time wearing a straight suit, he looked extraordinarily calm and capable.

This is what he wears before going to work, and outside, no one will believe that he is a mortician. Even if someone knows, they just shake their heads and regret it.

It was a body that had been crushed by a wheel, crushing multiple limbs.

The deceased was a male who was the victim of a car accident that occurred on the night of February 19.

The corpse was so badly distorted that it could be said that it was 50 percent irreparable.

It was such a corpse that made Ji Zimo decisively take it under the stunned gaze of many morticians.

The corpse was pushed into the No. 05 dressing room, and Ji Zimo's master, a little worried, followed silently all the way. Out of respect for the deceased, he didn't say a word until the deceased was pushed into the dressing room, and then the master asked softly, "Can you do it?" ”

"No problem." Ji Zimo's faint reply, full of self-confidence, made the master breathe a sigh of relief.

The undertaker relies on exquisite skills to give each deceased the last dignity.

Master does have a set of skills, and Ji Zimo is his only apprentice, so under the careful teaching of Master Kang Zhentian, the skills are almost the same as Master.

Ji Zimo refused the master's offer of help, and he faced the corpse alone and looked at it for two minutes. An extremely aesthetic gesture, and a strategy for how to restore this mutilated body in his heart.

Then slowly put on your overalls and gloves.

First, pick up a sponge, dip it in some hot water to thaw the frozen hard skin, and then wash the face with water. Later, upon careful examination, it was found that the bones of the corpse's face were brittle and the epidermis was severely collapsed, and it needed to be filled and stuffed to make the deceased's face appear full.

He filled the filler almost as much as he could, and took out a photograph of the deceased to compare it, and carefully examined the size of the face, the symmetry of the chin, and the facial features.

He then examined the deceased's limbs and found multiple bruises and broken skin on his legs. The fracture has been fixed with steel nails, and suddenly, Ji Zimo's eyes were sour, as if he had a moist feeling, he frowned slightly, don't start, and take a breath gently.

Then take out the needle and thread, stitch the position of the deceased's broken skin, and then select the color of foundation, lipstick, and blush similar to the skin, and apply and depict the nose, forehead, chin, and cheeks on the deceased's face.

After a while, Ji Zimo finally completed the last procedure, and he glanced at the time casually, just three hours. Then he brought a stool, took out two cigarettes, and lit them, one on the morgue and the other in his mouth.

"Brother, this is a brand that my brother bought for you on purpose, so you have to smoke one before leaving. Brother can help you, you have to look at my brother's thin face, please close your eyes! As he spoke, Ji Zimo stretched out his hand to stroke from under his brow, and then slid across the bridge of his nose.

The deceased's eyes closed, and Ji Zimo pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. After a brief clean-up, he saw that the cigarette on the morgue had gone out, and then at the deceased, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened, the deceased's eyes were wider than before, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was telling someone about the terrible events that happened to him.

Ji Zimo sighed, and said to the deceased in a heavy tone: "Brother, don't be embarrassed, brother, you must know the rules of the industry, the dead open their eyes, the mourner stops, are you going to lose my job?" As he spoke, he slid his hand from under the deceased's forehead to his chin again, and for the second time, his hand shook uncontrollably.

The eyes of the deceased were closed.

But before Ji Zimo had time to turn around, he snapped~ The deceased's eyelids were like springs installed, and they popped open weirdly. Although his eyes were godless, he stared at the roof so straightly, as if there was something on the roof that particularly attracted him, and he was staring so intently.

Ji Zimo shook his head, this time he was really angry, and he was deeply uneasy in his heart. He forced himself to calm down and took out the undertaker's special glue from the cabinet. In a very helpless tone, he didn't dare to look at these dull dead eyes for a long time and said: "Brother, don't blame brother, this is because you are not well-behaved and do not cooperate with my brother's work, so I have to take special measures." ”

Ji Zimo moved quickly, smeared glue on the deceased's upper and lower eyes, and then gently stroked it off.

This time he did not dare to leave, but waited for several minutes to see that the eyes of the deceased did not open before turning around. Generally, after putting on makeup for the deceased, the family members have to take a final look and give the deceased a ride, after which they have to be sent to the melting furnace.

Ji Zimo thought that there was no problem with this time, and he was tired enough for several hours, and when he was sure that the deceased would not open his eyes, he walked to the door and opened the door, and glanced at the deceased casually - he almost didn't scream, and the deceased's eyes opened.

Ji Zimo felt that the pores all over his body stood up, like a needle prick and sweating, and at the same time, he realized that he was cold and weak. It's been a long time since a dead man opened his eyes several times, and it's the first time he's seen it. Generally, like this situation, it is because the deceased has a wish, or died unjustly, and there is a nostalgia for the world and is unwilling to die like this.

Generally, when corpses encounter the latter situations, Ji Zimo handles them very well. He used consolation to let those who were unwilling to leave and open their eyes to leave with peace of mind.

And the benevolent brother in front of him really stumped Ji Zimo.

Master must be anxious to wait outside, but Ji Zimo can't go out like this, if his colleagues know that the dead man will open his eyes. And it's three times, so it's a trivial matter for him to lose face, but he has to cause the master to lose his reputation.

He said that he was not good at teaching.

Ji Zimo can't go out, so he has to continue to deal with the matter of the dead man opening his eyes.

So he went over, looked closely, and found that the dead man had a lot of silk on his eyes, like the that comes out of a person's fire. Ji Zimo thought, could it be that the glue is expired and the stickiness is not good?

He picked up the glue and looked at the date, it was sent to powder room 05 only yesterday.

Putting down the glue, Ji Zimo carefully looked at the deceased's face. This look made him gasp, before he made up and made fillers, he was very careful, although it was not 100% similar to the photo, but it was also eight or nine.

But now it seems that this benevolent brother seems to be adjusting his expression, the corners of his lips are slightly upturned, and a vivid evil smile is provoking Ji Zimo's patience.

I'll go! Ji Zimo was crazy and wanted to scold. But how can you lose your temper with the dead! He still had to hold back, and at the same time there was an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart.

As a last resort, Ji Zimo had no choice but to ask for help from his master.

Master came in and thought to himself; As he had guessed before, the deceased was really a hot potato, and it was not easy to deal with.

But what happened was different from what he had guessed.

At first, he guessed that Ji Zimo could not restore the deceased's appearance to perfection, and he was worried that the deceased's family would pick on him, but now that he looks at it, it is not like that.

Ji Zimo not only restored the deceased's appearance well, but also had a strange expression that could not be explained.

Of course, except for the eyes that are not closed yet, everything else is very good.

"How did you do that?"

Ji Zimo was quite puzzled, thinking that he didn't have the ability to make the dead close his eyes, and the master would blame. But he didn't think that he would ask this. "What and how?"

Not being able to speak in front of the deceased, that is disrespectful to the deceased. So Ji Zimo and Master left the dressing room one after the other and came to the door to speak.

His expression. Master is highly skilled, and everyone in the funeral home knows it, but he has not made a mutilated corpse so perfect.

Ji Zimo was depressed. The expression was not made by him, it was made by the deceased himself? If you say it, the master may not believe it, and maybe he will say that he is playing tricks and lying or something.

"At the request of the family of the deceased, there are also photographs of him." Ji Zimo lied casually for some reason. He has never lied, and when he lies, he is always unsure.

The master didn't seem to pay much attention to what he said, but remembered his eyes. "Why didn't you let him close his eyes?"

"Master, when I'm in trouble, he doesn't close his eyes."

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