I, the last yin-yang embroidery master

"Huh?"

Su Yu was stunned for a moment.

I was puzzled.

A girl with a beautiful face says in front of you that this face is not hers.

It doesn't matter who it is.

It's going to be terrifying.

Su Yu took a closer look at Xia Tong's face again.

There are no minor anomalies, no pinholes or scars, let alone plastic surgery.

Gently tapped his fingers on the coffee table and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't see any obvious problems, why would you suddenly say it's not your face?"

Xia Tong raised his head slightly, bit his lower lip, and lost his mind for a moment.

took out his 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 face for comparison, frowning deeply.

Judging from the situation on the mobile phone and the ID photo alone.

This is not a person at all.

In addition to the incomparably similar figures, the whole face is completely different.

If you have to say it's the same person.

Then it can only be said that it was a complete face-swapping surgery.

And, most critically.

After changing his face, he didn't say that he would look good, or that he would become more sophisticated.

One could even say.

It's a little worse than before.

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, his finger lightly swiped to the next picture.

There are different photos of women inside.

There are youth, maturity, vicissitudes, and even photos of old age.

Su Yu thought of a possibility for a moment, and asked Xia Tong rhetorically.

"These won't be..."

Xia Tong put his hands on his knees and nodded a little crampedly.

"That's right, these are my pictures too. "

"Or rather, these are me yesterday, the day before yesterday, or the day before yesterday. "

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

"How long has this been?"

Xia Tong slowly raised his head, and said with a somewhat frightened look in his eyes.

"Five days, it's been five days. "

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

"In the past five days, I've changed five different looks..."

Su Yu put down his mobile phone and ID photo, stared at Xia Tong's eyes, and asked a little sharply.

"Why have they been here for five days, and you're only here now, haven't you noticed the weirdness before?"

This sentence is already a bit questioning.

To know.

was inexplicably changed face, such a weird thing.

It doesn't matter if it's on anyone.

I would have screamed with fear that day.

It will never be like Xia Tong.

And it can last for five days.

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

"This spiritual jade was given to me by the third uncle, and it has the effect of driving away evil spirits and taking refuge. "

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

"He asked me to find a superior person to help me take a look at it immediately, but because my work is a bit special, the time is not easy to arrange. "

"After the third uncle helped me make sure that there would be no major problems, I dared to delay it for so long. "

Su Yu keenly grasped one of Xia Tong's words just now, and asked out loud.

"You said you had something special about your job, what is the situation?"

Hear Su Yu's question.

Xia Tong's rare eyes lit up, and he said solemnly.

"I'm an undertaker. "

"To bring life to someone who is already cold and to give her eternal beauty. "

Undertaker.

These three words suddenly made Su Yu a little impressed.

Mortucher is a more modern term.

In ancient times, there was also this profession, which was called a funeral master.

If it is said that makeup artists, beauticians, etc. are professions that serve the living.

The mortuary is a profession that serves the dead.

Let the deceased, regardless of the miserable death, bid farewell to this world with the best face and quiet posture.

Because it's like a forensic doctor.

The undertaker needs to have direct contact with the deceased, so most of this profession is male.

One could even say.

A rare female mortuary.

This is also what makes Su Yu a little impressed by Xia Tong.

But it's also very likely that it will be the cause of such a strange thing that happened to her.

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

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

"I was born for this job. "

"Looking at the deceased, little by little in my hands to restore their previous appearance, the silence is not like death, more like sleeping. "

"My heart is full of a sense of accomplishment, it is I who let a person leave this world with dignity with my hands. "

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

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

These words.

made Su Yu look at Xia Tong even higher.

In fact, whether it is a forensic doctor or an undertaker, most people just uphold the attitude of work.

Dedication is already the limit of what can be reached.

Not to mention seeing it as a mission and responsibility.

There are even fewer who can reach Xia Tong's level.

It's like that sentence.

It's for this job.

Su Yu took a slight sip of the tea and continued to ask.

"So you dragged it out for five days just to bury the dead?"

Xia Tong replied with a bright face.

"The more formal burials will be gendered. "

"Because only women know women best, and they can show true beauty. "

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

"Every deceased's funeral has a time, so I can only have time to finish the makeup of the deceased who has already been arranged. "

"I'm terrified of what happened to me, but I'm sure they won't hurt me. "

"Because. "

Xia Tong was silent for a moment, and then said with a tremor voice.

"This look on my face. "

"Actually, it's the appearance of the dead person I was buried in yesterday..."