Cold is the only environment that can be expressed in the dressing room, with cold floors, cold walls, and cold makeup artists. This is a living person, confronted with a corpse without a living organism.

The corpse was presented in front of Liu Jing, and the cleaned blood stains revealed the pale lifeless muscle tissue. What is the difference between this one at this time and the pork in the slaughterhouse.

The difference is that he is a human being, and he can eat those weak, defenseless beasts. You can enjoy a comprehensive plastic surgery after death, in order to cover all the ugly faces that were once alive.

Master Xu looked at Liu Jing's gloomy expression, his spirit seemed to be a little lacking, and he was naturally a little worried in his heart. However, she politely refused the dissuasion of her master and decided to complete the suturing surgery and beauty makeup of the deceased's wound alone.

Liu Jing gently put on her plastic gloves, her eyes staring at the corpse lying on her back on the operating table, but her mind was stuck in the results of the DNA test list she saw last night, and the painful and desperate look after that.

Sickness can be cured, but the heart hurts, fails, what to maintain. Insensitively, he pulled the needle and thread in his hand, threaded a piece of subcutaneous tissue, and pulled it together. Up close, the wound looked like an earthworm lying on it, and a trace of blood seeped out under the transmission of needles and threads.

A piece of white gauze was wiped clean and thrown into the garbage basket, and blood still kept coming out, which reminded Liu Jing of the scene of operating on Zhen.

Liang, a pair of violent eyeballs, full of bloodshots, and the dilated pupils are covered by blood red. Raising his hand, he wiped it countless times, but it was only a flick, and he stubbornly opened it again.

With a slight sigh, Liu Jing had no choice but to communicate with the corpse with her heart.

"Master Liang, if you have any grievances, you can prompt them, or if there is anything unfinished, Jing'er can help you." As she spoke, Liu Jing still didn't stop, busy stitching up the last few stitches.

It may be that Liu Jing pulled the needle and thread and pulled the nerve tissue from the neck to the arm, only to hear the arm of the 'snap' Liang property tube flick, and actually pulled off the scissors she put aside.

Bending over to pick up the scissors, on top of the mask, the bright eyes casually glanced at the arm hanging on the side of the operating table. On the bare arm, a set of numbers that had not been completely washed off met Liu Jing's eyes.

Flipping his arm and looking closely, it was indeed a set of numbers. The number is 3****0***6***1***8**, followed by a set of short numbers 1990*2******5**What is this number? No matter what the number is, Liu Jing has to write it down, maybe this is the role of the heart!

Noting down the number, Liu Jing once again tentatively stretched out his hand to wipe Liang Weiguan's eyelids, evil door, this time he didn't bounce open naughtily, but wiped it airtightly, at first glance, it looked like he was asleep.

After suturing the wound, the next step was grooming, and due to the cooperation of the corpse, Liu Jing did it very smoothly. When she appeared at the door of the operating room tiredly, her peers looked at her with admiration.

In other words, why doesn't this Liang property management treat people and don't let others do it. Xiao Zhou, who had operated on Liang, looked at Liu Jing with a cowardly and frightened expression, and told her the situation one by one.

Liang was sent to the operating room, and Master Xu's next job was to take Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou is an earthquake orphan who once witnessed the death of his relatives and saw his relatives torn all over, but he could not give a chance to make up for the wounds, and was finally buried in a mass grave, Xiao Zhou vowed to be a groomer who made up for the dead.

Xiao Zhou and Master were in the dressing room, cleaning the wound of the Liang property tube, the blood was like a burst water pipe, no matter how much gauze they used to stain it, they just couldn't stop the blood from coming out.

Master Xu and Xiao Zhou took turns to communicate with the corpse, but to no avail.

Master Xu had no choice but to take a plastic bucket from the outside and place it under the neck of the deceased, and the blood flowed out as if it had been permitted. The plastic bucket would be poured in less than half an hour, but the blood still came out strangely.

Master Xu didn't dare to do it, judging from her experience as a groomer for so many years, the corpse was resisting them, and it seemed that she was choosing who would do it for him. She suddenly thought of Liu Jing, so she tentatively gave Liu Jing a call in front of the corpse, hey! It's really evil, the blood of the corpse is like a broken stream, and there is no more blood.

The funeral parlor, as the name suggests, is a paradise for the dead, the junction of yin and yang. But it is also a place where the living must work, but mortals are taboo to talk about death and death. People are afraid of death, afraid of facing death, afraid of themselves that day.

The staff who work at the funeral home, aren't they people? Are they not afraid of death, of birth, old age, sickness and death? Wrong...... In fact, the biggest difference between people living is that who has money, who is in a high position, who can despise who at will, when they are happy, spend a lot of money, travel around the world, that is called the enjoyment of reality.

But when a person dies, no matter how much money you had before, you have to go through the baptism of the funeral home and put on makeup. Then it burns out, burns out your once-invincible body, floats out of that high chimney a wisp of black-gray dust that you have left in the world, and finally disappears into the empty sky, never to be seen again.

From beginning to end, how many people dare to face death. The funeral home makes people sweat when they hear it! When they first hear that someone is from a funeral home, their faces are as ugly as they are, and they are afraid to avoid them.

Ahem, let's go back and talk about Liu Jing's handling of this set of numbers taken from Liang Wenguan!

Master Xu said that Liu Jing finished the corpse and could continue to take vacation, so she would have time to arrange her own personal affairs. As she drove away from the funeral home, she squeezed into the bustling area.

The sun shone warmly over the city, and birds and pigeons chirped freely, hovering as far as the floors could reach. Gorgeous and magnificent billboards of all kinds, showing off dazzling brightness, attract the attention of people passing by.

Liu Jing found out that this group of numbers was not a bank card number, and whenever she thought of it, she didn't have this kind of number when she went to inquire about it. But there is one thing that Liu Jing knows best, that is, on Liang Wuguan's arm, the group of numbers below is the number of Zhen's birthday.

The amount taken out of Zhen's bank card is as high as more than 200,000, and the last time the data taken out is 80,000, the situation on this card was that Liu Jing asked Lin Zhen's mother with this set of numbers, and she told Liu Jing.

So what does this set of numbers mean? Is it a beam property management? With these questions, as well as her own questions, Liu Jing stepped out of the car, raised her hands to cover her eyebrows, and blended into the flow of people.

Everywhere the eyes scan, there are happy and joyful faces, there is a living atmosphere and space, and you can feel the breath of a living person. But some evil, disgusting actions have also been observed.

Some obscene single men of the taxi drivers, when the crowded bus stopped, reached out and stroked the chests of single girls or women, causing a lot of scolding.

A figure holding a child flashed in front of Liu Jing's eyes, she was stunned, and an abrupt thought came out of her mind, isn't that child Xiaojie?