C3 You Are Such a Bore

In addition to the body salvage business, I also have a proper job at the city funeral home.

They were mainly responsible for fixing up the makeup of the deceased, so that they could leave the human world in a proper way and let their relatives feel slightly comforted. According to his grandfather, this was a job for amassing merits. When I was a corpse picker, I had to save up my merits elsewhere so that I could avoid retribution.

He's right. I'd rather make two wages.

The funeral home was cold, but the benefits were good and there was nothing to pick at. When I arrived, there was a dead body in the room. The curator stood aside and told me to go with the other men in my class and fix his face. After that, he would stay the night. The family would come tomorrow morning to collect the corpses and bring them to the coffin.

There was also a coffin in the workshop, its lid lying flat on the floor for tomorrow's use. The body had to be placed in the coffin at an auspicious time, and then the coffin was closed. The lid was transparent, making it easier for the mourners to look at the remains.

As soon as the curator left, his colleague, Zhao Dana, took out a cigarette immediately and started smoking, "Ye-zi, you're actually late as well? You came here to chat with me. Did something happen to you? "

I threw Zhao a supercilious look, snatched the cigarette from his hand and pinched it.

Zhao Dannan was a man of his own free time, relying solely on his relatives to have such a carefree job. Unfortunately, he didn't treasure it at all, living a carefree life, and none of the employees in our funeral home have set their eyes on him. Yet, this person felt that he had grown stronger. He did as he was told and never put anyone in his eyes.

"Ye-zi, I found you to be extremely boring. No wonder no one chased after her even when she was beautiful. "If you listen to me, you'll have to change your temper." As he spoke, he leaned forward and used the smoke to make a move against me!

I stepped away and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can. "That's how I feel. Smoking is not allowed here."

I sat down in front of the body and opened the toolbox I had put aside. I looked at the remains of the body as I looked at them, trying to figure out how to repair them. Zhao Dagao watched on from the side for a while, and felt that it was too much of a waste to walk away.

Maybe I went out for a smoke. I didn't care anyway, so it just happened to be too late for me to see.

To make up for it was to repair the corpse's face, to make him walk as peacefully as possible.

After all, not everyone's death could be seen through. I've seen people roll their eyes and tilt their noses. I've also seen facial features missing and half of their heads chopped off. If they were killed in a car accident, the damage to their bodies would be even more severe.

I took a deep breath and lifted the black cloth from the body.

The stench of corpses assaulted his nostrils.

Thankfully, the body in front of me was still intact. I didn't have to fill my cheek with anything, and I sewed it up with needles to make it full and whole.

Relieved, I took out foundation, blush, and lip gloss for the dead, similar to modern make-up, to make the dead look a little better.

It was as if he had just fallen asleep quietly.

"..."

I yawned and went to the bathroom inside to wash my hands and face while I tidied up my appearance.

As I turned, I felt a shadow pass behind me.

And a pair of eyes, he's watching me from the shadows...

I went into the bathroom and had to slam the door shut...