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"Um?"

Su Yu was stunned for a moment.

He was extremely confused.

A girl with a beautiful face said in front of you that this face was not hers.

No matter who it was, it would be extremely scary.

Su Yu looked carefully again Yan Xia Tong's face didn't have any slight abnormalities, and there were no pinholes or scars, let alone plastic surgery. He tapped the coffee table with his fingers and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't see any obvious problem. How could you suddenly say this is not your face?"

Xia Tong raised his head slightly, bit his lower lip, and after a moment of confusion, he took out the mobile phone and the previous ID photo from his bag and handed it to Su Yu.

Su Yu took the mobile phone and ID photo, and at the same time looked at Xia Tong's current face. He frowned deeply when comparing his face.

Judging from the situation on the phone and the ID photo, this is not the same person at all. Apart from the extremely similar figure, the entire face is completely different. So it can only be said that it is a complete face transplant. And the most important thing is that after the face transplant, it does not become more beautiful, or even more refined than before. A little inferior, but this is not the end, Xia Tong lowered his head and continued to tremble.

"Master Su, you can look at the next photo on your phone."

After Su Yu heard Xia Tong's words, he lightly touched the next picture with his finger.

There were photos of different women.

Some were young, some were mature, some were vicissitudes of life, and there were even photos of old age.

Su Yu suddenly thought of some possibility and asked Xia Tong

"These won't be……"

Xia Tong put his hands on his knees and nodded awkwardly.

"Yes, these are my photos too"

"In other words, these are me yesterday, the day before yesterday, or the day before yesterday."

Hearing this situation that corresponded to the answer in his heart, Su Yu couldn't help but take a deep breath and asked

"How long has this been going on?"

Xia Tong slowly raised his head and said with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Five days, it’s been five days"

"It has been five days since I noticed that my face had changed."

"In these five days, I have changed into five different appearances.……"

Su Yu put down his mobile phone and ID photo, stared into Xia Tong's eyes, and asked sharply

"Why have you been here for five days and you’re here now? Didn’t you notice something strange before?"

This sentence already has a questioning tone.

You know, being inexplicably changed faces, such a weird thing.

No matter if it happens to anyone, they will definitely scream in fear that day.

It will never be like Xia Tong.

He can still hold on for five days.

Xia Tong took out a jade pendant from his neck and explained slowly.

"This spiritual jade was given to me by my third uncle. It has the function of exorcising evil spirits and taking refuge."

"At that time, as soon as this situation happened, I had already asked my third uncle."

"He asked me to find an expert to help me check it out immediately, but because of my special work, it was difficult to arrange my time."

"Only after Sanbo helped me make sure that there would be no major problems did I dare to delay coming for so long."

Su Yu keenly caught one of Xia Tong's words just now and asked aloud.

"You said your job is somewhat special. What is this?"

Hearing Su Yu's question,

Xia Tong's eyes suddenly shone, and he spoke solemnly.

"I'm an undertaker."

"Rejuvenate the already cold person and give her eternal beauty."

Encoffiant master.

These three words immediately made Su Yu look at him with admiration.

Embalmer master is a more modern title.

In ancient times, there was also this profession, which was called mortician.

If make-up artists, beauticians, etc. are people who work for living. A profession of service.

The mortician is a profession that serves the deceased, allowing the deceased to bid farewell to the world with the best appearance and in a peaceful manner.

Just like the mortician, he needs to have direct contact with the deceased. Most of this profession is dominated by men, and it can even be said that there are very few female undertakers.

This is what makes Su Yu look at Xia Tong with admiration.

But this is also the reason why she encountered such a strange thing. The cause of the disaster.

Xia Tong did not stop talking, but continued with his eyes shining.

"From the moment I started working as an undertaker, I knew one thing"

"I was born for this job"

"Watching the deceased regain their previous appearance bit by bit in my hands, they are so quiet that they don’t feel like they are dead, but more like they are sleeping."

"My heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment. I used my hands to help someone leave this world with dignity."

"Death may be a door, passing is not the end, but transcendence"

"Leaving with the best appearance is the best gift I can give them."

These words made Su Yu take a higher look at Xia Tong.

In fact, whether they are forensic doctors or embalmers, most people just have a work attitude.

Dedication is the limit that can be achieved.

Not to mention

There are very few people who regard it as a mission and responsibility.

Just like the sentence in it, Su Yu took a sip of the tea. continue to ask

"So you delayed it for five days just to bury the deceased?"

Xia Tong replied with still high spirits.

"For more formal burials, there will be gender differences."

"Because only women understand women best and can show their true beauty"

"And in order to be able to work quietly, I have my own studio with a fixed schedule every day."

"There is a time limit for the funeral of each deceased person, so I can only finish the burial makeup of those who have been arranged before I have time to do it."

"Although something weird happened to me and I was very scared, I believed that they would not harm me."

"because."

After Xia Tong was silent for a moment, he spoke with a trembling voice.

"This look on my face"

"In fact, it looks like the deceased I laid to rest yesterday......."