Chapter 1 001: The Fairy Returns

Half of July, Ghost Festival on earth.

There is no cold wind, there is only a moon like a jade plate, enveloped by the rain during the day, and its outline is blurred. It is still very beautiful, shadowy and dreamlike.

The gate of hell is open, and before all ghosts come, he is here.

Da, da, da, da...

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and the woman in the cage sat up in shock and shrank back tremblingly.

There were no lights on in the room, the curtains were open a crack, and the silver moonlight filtered in, casting a thin ray of light down onto the cold floor and onto the golden chains.

Click.

The door was pushed open, and the wind rushed in, bringing with it the slightly warm moisture and the smell of men's perfume on his body.

The strong light from the corridor entered the room that has not seen the sun all year round. The woman on the ground raised her hand to block her eyes. The chain on her wrist was pulled, making a harsh sound. She looked at him in the dim light between her fingers - her

husband.

He has a very beautiful skin, a suit and leather shoes, and a handsome demeanor. Under the skin, there is a ghost of July and a half.

"Alang."

Arang is the nickname given to her by her mother.

He turned on the light, and under the purple glazed lamp, the golden cage reflected dazzling light. Wearing a black dress, she huddled in the corner of the cage with frightened eyes, watching him close the door and watching him get closer and closer.

"do you miss me?"

He opened the cage, squatted down, and raised her frightened face.

He said, I love you so much.

She told him to get lost.

Outside the villa, there is a very old sycamore tree. Crows are crows on the tree, the moon is watching, insects are chirping under the tree, and ants are crawling. People are coming and going without squinting, and the colorful flowers are blooming wantonly.

Not long after, a woman's cry came from the house.

In the corridor outside the house, the girl was wearing a princess dress. She was six or seven years old, with her hair disheveled, and a sparkling diamond hairpin in her ear. The moonlight, the lights in the corridor, and the light in the stairs merged together, because the brightness was different.

The same pattern divided the ground into bright and dark spots of light. The girl held up her lace skirt and hopscotched over the spots. The skirt was filled with gems of various colors, red, green, and blue, and the light shone through and flashed.

A flash.

After a long time, the girl got tired from dancing and leaned against the wall, kicking the carpet on the floor.

Click.

The door opened again.

"Lead."

The girl raised her face, her pupils were bright, and she shouted crisply: "Dad."

The man came over and picked her up.

July and a half is her birthday. People of the older generation often say that children born on the Ghost Festival will be cursed by hundreds of ghosts.

She didn't believe that she would curse hundreds of ghosts.

At this time, the moon hid in the soft clouds.

The father asked the little collar: "What birthday gift does the baby want?"

"I want a gold cage." She waved her white arms and gestured to the size of the cage, and told her father with a serious expression. "The diamonds on it need to be super big."

Dad asked her what she wanted the cage for.

"I have to lock up my little brother and only play with me."

See, a hundred ghosts can't curse her.

Her name is Shang Lingling, and she is the little witch born to the big devil of a businessman.

Later, the witch grew up.

*****Eighteen years later*****

At ten o'clock in the evening, Huaxing Funeral Home. The body pick-up truck drove into the hall, passed by a hundred meters of green shade, and threw old street lights to the back of the car. The morgue was on the far left of the funeral home, and the body pick-up truck drove through the dedicated lane.

, stopped at the door of the morgue, and after being sprayed with disinfectant, two people got out of the car, both wearing suits with black gauze tied on their arms. One of them pulled up the rear lid, and the other walked into the morgue and put the stainless steel

The corpse truck rolled out. The two of them exchanged glances, stepped forward together, took out the body wrapped in a yellow body bag, put it on the corpse truck, and pushed it into the disinfection area of ​​the morgue.

Soon, the night shift staff came over. She was a woman in her forties, wearing a mask, her hair was neatly tied, and she was wearing the work uniform of a funeral home. She whispered a few words to the person who picked up the body, and then

Unzipping the body bag. Inside the bag was a deceased person with advanced liver disease, his face was sallow. The woman looked at the sign on the body bag, checked her identity, and then pushed it into the embalming area.

To the right of the embalming area is the freezing area, and to the right is the plastic surgery area for body restoration and makeup. They are all independent buildings connected by corridors.

At this point, there were still people in the plastic surgery area. About half an hour ago, a car accident victim was sent to the funeral home, and his family requested that the body be repaired.

Xiao Li is a new intern. This is the first time he has encountered a body that needs restoration and plastic surgery since he entered the museum. His master, Lao Pei, specially asked him to come to observe and learn the skills. He came eagerly, but Lao Pei himself did not

Come on, he feels like he was cheated by Lao Pei.

After changing into protective clothing, he dragged his heavy steps into the corpse restoration room. There were many people inside, some he knew and some he didn't know.

He didn't recognize the one with the prettiest eyes. Some people called her Xiaoshang, while others called her Lingling.

"Are you the new Xiao Li?"

She is quite tall and wears a mask, revealing only her full forehead and a pair of translucent eyes. There are small arcs at the end of the eyes, making her eyes very smart and lively.

Her voice was sweet and a little soft, so good that Xiao Li forgot to tremble.

Xiao Li nodded shyly.

She said: "Hello."

She smiled, her eyes half-bent, with a terrible sense of innocence.

Xiao Li was very nervous and stuttered: "Hello, hello."

This afternoon he regretted studying the funeral profession, but suddenly felt relieved.

I saw the business leader wearing latex gloves, extracting the body fluids from the abdominal cavity of the corpse, then picking up a long needle connected to the formalin tube, and often injecting embalming fluid into the heart of the living person. The whole set of actions was completed in one go.

She lowered her eyelids without moving her eyelashes.

Halfway through the injection, she turned back: "Can you help me get the tool box?"

Xiao Li saw the bodily fluids she extracted and the corpse after lifting the cotton cloth.

He couldn't hold it back: "Ugh..."

Before he came, he heard from Master Lao Pei that the deceased was a victim of a traffic accident, and his face was severely damaged by the wheel.

He was relieved for a short time because of the beautiful girl, but reality slapped him hard.

"vomit……"

This was his first real exposure to the industry of body plastic surgery.

He covered his mouth through the mask and swallowed the acidic water.

The business leader's expression didn't change, he didn't stop what he was doing, and asked him: "Can't you see it anymore?"

But he hasn't gotten used to it yet, so Xiao Li shook his head: "No, no."

She seemed to have a good temper and said softly: "You can go out first and come back in after you finish vomiting."

Xiao Li didn't want to stay and cause trouble, so he said sorry and ran out.

There were no chairs outside, so he casually found a car pushing the corpse and leaned against it. At this time, a bottle of water was handed over to him.

"Give."

It's Lao Feng, that's what everyone in the library calls him, but Lao Feng is not old and has been employed for less than two years.

Xiao Li took the water and said, "Thank you." He opened it and took a sip.

Old Feng patted him on the shoulder and showed the demeanor of a senior in the workplace: "You will get used to it if you see it too much." Old Feng has already seen the world and is very calm, "This level is relatively minor, at least it is not very serious.

Strong taste.”

Xiao Li was absent-minded and his eyes drifted to the restoration room: "Is she the person in charge of this restoration?"

"You mean the leader?" Lao Feng hummed, his tone full of admiration, "She usually does the more difficult plastic surgery on corpses."

They are all body cosmetologists in the museum. Some people also call them embalmers or morticians. Their daily work has a division of labor. In the past, some family members had a dispute. Not only the division of labor, but also the division of men and women. Some are responsible for embalming, and some are responsible for embalming.

Some are responsible for cleaning, some are responsible for dressing, and others are responsible for makeup and repair.

Merchant leaders mainly do body restoration, and occasionally do makeup.

Xiao Li thought of Lao Pei, a master chef in his fifties: "She looks so young."

Old Feng raised an eyebrow: "Not only is she young, she is also beautiful."

It can be seen that even though she is wearing a mask.
To be continued...