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The deceased this time was a man, appearing to be just over thirty years old.
In general, we apply two types of makeup to the deceased: powder makeup and grease paint. Compared to powder makeup, grease paint is much simpler; you just need to dab a sponge with some grease paint and apply it to the face, instantly giving it a healthy glow.
For younger individuals, however, we must take extra care to apply powder makeup.
Under the lights, Luo Xiaoye meticulously applied the grease paint to the deceased's face, transforming his pale complexion into something more lifelike.
Although I had mentally prepared myself, I still found it hard to face the body directly.
She seemed to sense my discomfort and told me that during her studies in the United States, she often encountered corpses and was no longer afraid. Over time, it became easier.
"Don't worry, it's fine," I reassured her.
She stuffed some padding into the deceased's mouth and nose to give his face a fuller appearance. After finishing this task, she instructed me to turn the body over so she could clean it.
"Such a pity, dying so young," I said as I helped adjust the body.
Luo Xiaoye ignored my comment, carefully wiping down the deceased's limbs with a small cloth.
"Such self-inflicted misery. I really dislike people who commit suicide; they are cowards. Life has its challenges, but living is so much better. What difficulties can't be overcome? And at such a young age," I continued to speak my mind.
"Please show some respect for the deceased," Luo Xiaoye interrupted me.
"Alright. I'll keep quiet."
"What did you say earlier?" she suddenly asked me.
"What difficulties can't be solved? You're still so young," I repeated my earlier words.
"Not that one."
"I really hate people who commit suicide; they're all cowards," I said again.
She lowered her head and examined the man's buttocks closely. I noticed there was a bruise there.
She asked me again, "How did he commit suicide? How do you know it was suicide?"
I told her it was what his family said. They claimed he took a rope at home and hanged himself from a table.
After I finished speaking, Luo Xiaoye suddenly laughed.
Then she said to me, "Do you know why I like this job? Many times, what the dead say is different from what the living say. This time, his family told you it was suicide, but he seems to be telling me that he was murdered."
Every day, I leave home half an hour early and squeeze onto the subway to work because I have no sense of time.
Chewing on dry bread, I tightly held onto the documents in my hand.
I obtained this item from my cousin, who is a police officer.
Regarding the middle-aged male corpse that was delivered yesterday, Luo Xiaoye wanted to know more and asked me to investigate the background of the man and some details about the crime scene.
I recalled what she said yesterday and felt a bit insane.
"Many times, what the dead say is different from what the living say. This time, their family told you he committed suicide, but he seems to be telling me that he was murdered."
"Why do you think he was murdered? According to the police investigation, it was a suicide."
Luo Xiaoye slightly raised her chin, exuding an eerie aura.
"I just found this in the deceased's clothing—a Metal Card. I thought maybe it was something he brought home from work. This Metal Card was tucked in the back pocket of his jeans, which means it was in his pants when he supposedly committed suicide. Interestingly, you claim he died by Hanging Suicide."
"What does this Metal Card have to do with him being murdered?"
"It has a lot to do with it. You said the deceased was hanging himself from a table. If that were true, how could there be bruises on his buttocks? Where did those injuries come from? It seems clear now that this injury must have been caused by this Metal Card because its position matches the bruise. Just imagine, someone who dies by Hanging Suicide would have their lower body suspended in mid-air; no matter how much they struggled, there wouldn't be any marks."
"Unless..."
"Unless he was sitting in a chair when someone strangled him from behind."
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