reckless detective

Chapter 311 The Madman Is On the Right (3)

"Suicide?... Half of your head slumped?" Yan Ruyu handed the worker another cigarette.

The staff member realized that what he said was unreasonable, took the cigarette and smiled, "I also heard what the makeup artist said, it may be a bit exaggerated. If you really want to know, I will take you to see the makeup artist."

"it is good."

Someone offered to help, and Yan Ruyu had no reason to refuse.

"Then you have to hurry up," the staff member raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "I have another game in 20 minutes."

One means that there will be a memorial service waiting for him to host in 20 minutes.

Mortuary dressing room.

The makeup artist is a young girl in her early 20s, she also wears decent light makeup, far from the rigid and cold people imagined for funeral home workers.

Seeing a stranger coming to her workshop, she was a little surprised, and said to the person who led Yan Ruyu, "It's fresh today, what wind can bring people to my place?"

The man smiled, "Tell him what happened to that Li Xiuxia, isn't it scary? People don't believe what I said."

The girl glared at the man, "Don't make fun of the dead, aren't you afraid of being wicked?!"

The man smiled, pointed to his watch and said, "Whether I'm virtuous or not, I have to earn money, you guys are chatting."

When the man left, the girl took another look at Yan Ruyu, "What are you asking about Li Xiuxia? She's just a poor person."

Yan Ruyu hesitated for a while, but finally did not show her police officer ID.

"I'm her... doctor. I heard that she committed suicide... I just don't believe it."

"Doctor? I've heard that there's something wrong with her," the makeup artist pointed at her head, "You...are you a doctor in that area?"

Yan Ruyu nodded, and said smoothly: "I treated her for a while, and her condition has improved significantly, and she is even no different from a normal person, so... I don't really believe that she will commit suicide."

"There's nothing you can't believe. After working here for a year or so, you'll know. People, there are people who die in any way."

Yan Ruyu asked reluctantly: "I heard that she committed suicide by hitting a wall, and her head was seriously deformed, isn't it?"

"No, I heard from the colleague who brought the corpse that at four o'clock in the middle of the night, the deceased's husband called to make an appointment for a corpse truck, and it was pulled over early in the morning. After all, he committed suicide. It is really—of course Yes, this kind of attention varies from person to person-it is said that people who commit suicide are more unlucky.

By the way, Li Xiuxia did have a head injury, but I can tell you responsibly that you can only believe half of what that guy told you just now. "

"Oh? Then how much can I believe what you say?"

"Me? There are pictures and the truth." While speaking, the girl pulled out a photo from her mobile phone, "This is my work habit. There are particularly difficult dead people. I will take pictures before and after makeup. , My kind of work...you know, basically won't be recognized by others, but in comparison, I still have a sense of accomplishment."

"Understood." Yan Ruyu nodded while looking at the photo.

In the photo, there are a lot of bloodstains on the face and head of the deceased before makeup.

The blood glued her hair into a large piece, like a hat, which was fastened on her forehead.His face was dark red, and his facial features were a little hard to distinguish.

After makeup, in addition to washing away the blood stains, you can also see a stitched scar on the forehead of the deceased.As if to cover up the scars, the face of the deceased was covered with thick powder, and the lips were painted with light-colored lipstick. It couldn't be said to be lifelike, but at least it didn't have the horrible feeling of the corpse, and the facial features were clearly discernible.

"On her head... is there only this wound?"

"That's it." The makeup artist nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "However, when the corpse was delivered, it was blue all over, which is a bit abnormal. According to my work experience, people who die of illness are usually sallow and sallow. The dead are pale, after all, they have lost a lot of blood, as for the blue... This is the first time I have seen it, but I heard from the master before that some people who died of poisoning will turn blue."

"Is it convenient to add a WeChat?"

Yan Ruyu's question stunned the female makeup artist, "You...you you you..."

It is understandable that the staff of the funeral system are faced with an embarrassment similar to that of a forensic doctor-it is difficult to find a partner.It is indeed unprecedented for the opposite sex, especially the opposite sex who looks good and works well, to ask for WeChat.

Although the girl stammered, her hands were sharp. She had already opened WeChat on her phone, "Shall I scan you? Or should you scan me?"

"Uh... that... I just want you to send me these two photos."

"That can't be done!" The girl immediately returned from fantasy to reality, "This way... is too disrespectful to the dead!"

"I'm sorry, I'm taking the liberty." Yan Ruyu stepped forward, her eyes became softer, it could be said that her eyes were filled with peach blossoms, "I'm sorry, I found the worst reason to strike up a conversation."

Hearing this, the girl was like a deer, and her face turned red, "I, I, I... Let me sweep you."

A few minutes later, Yan Ruyu walked out of the dressing room with a smile on her face, and she did not forget to turn her head to the female makeup artist standing at the door: "Work hard, and come to see you after rest."

"Yeah." The girl stood at the door and nodded shyly.

After walking 50 steps away, Yan Ruyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Wu Cuo knew that he betrayed his appearance in order to get evidence, he didn't know how to laugh at himself.

Smoke a cigarette and calm down.

As soon as he took a sip of the cigarette, Wu Cuo shouted: "Where did you go, Old Yan? You almost went to the crematorium to find you!"

"Cough cough cough..." Yan Ruyu was choked by the smoke for the first time, but he had no choice but to fight back with fierce eyes.

Wu Cuo was the most ruthless, but he still patted him on the back twice.

Yan Ruyu took out her mobile phone, opened the photo of Li Xiuxia's body after makeup, and handed it to Zhou Tian, ​​"Take a good look, is this Li Xiuxia?"

Zhou Tian just glanced at it, then nodded confidently, "That's right, it's her!"

"you sure?"

"She's not disfigured, of course she's sure!"

Yan Ruyu and Wu looked at each other by mistake.As soon as they noticed the dead body that was deliberately placed on a high place so that no one could see it, the first reaction of the two was to replace the civet cat with the prince.

Could it be that it wasn't Li Xiuxia who died, but someone else?

For Li Xiuxia, who is burdened with high debts, feigning death is a good choice.

Now it seems that it was indeed Li Xiuxia who died, so there is no doubt, Wu Cuo said to Zhou Tian: "Could it be that you were thinking too much?"

Zhou Tian had the same thought as the two of them. Now that he saw the photo of the dead body, he had to believe in the reality, "It should be. I'm sorry to bother you because of the rumors."

"It's all right." Wu Cuo waved his hand, "Now that we've figured it out... shall we go back?"

While Wu Cuo was talking to Zhou Tian, ​​Yan Ruyu kept staring at Li Xiuxia's photo, and he remembered the description of the makeup artist: the color is blue.

"Don't mind me, my family has booked a banquet, and I even paid the key money. You two bachelors who don't cook, if you have food, don't waste money."

"After all, we don't know the deceased, so we should not go." Wu wrongly said.

"No! Let's go!" Yan Ruyu said.

Wu Cuo glanced at Yan Ruyu in surprise.

During the conversation, the three of them had already reached the parking lot of the funeral parlor. Zhou Tian was taken aback for a moment, looked at one of them and said, "Hey, he's also there. It's strange. He's obviously the family member of the deceased. Why isn't he at the memorial service?"

(End of this chapter)