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Secrets Under the Death Makeup
墨書 Inktalez
My name is Wang Chen.
I am pressing my face against a decaying one.
It belongs to a female corpse. I adjust her face to examine it closely.
She has rotted beyond recognition, but her skin still appears relatively serene, as if she had not suffered much pain.
This piques my curiosity—how did she die?
“Doctor Zhou,” a police officer enters and pauses at the sight of my actions.
“Please stop. We need to transport this body back to the precinct for further forensic examination.”
“Sure,” I nod, “but you’ll have to wait for me to accompany you for the autopsy.”
“You?” The officer looks at my badge and suddenly freezes.
“What’s wrong?” I smile.
“You and her…” He gestures between the corpse and me, hesitating as if he wants to say something more.
“Hmm?”
“It’s nothing.” He shakes his head. “But I hope you can come with us to the precinct soon.”
“Why?”
“Because this body is named Zhou Peiyao.”
In the police car, the officer chatted with me while driving.
"Doctor Zhou, where is your hometown?"
"A small town, it's not worth mentioning," I replied dismissively.
"Oh... so what was your relationship with the deceased?"
"I had no relationship," I answered flatly.
In truth, it was the first time I had seen her face, but I knew her name, and I knew she was dead.
"You two look quite alike," he remarked.
"Do we?" I responded casually.
I actually knew we resembled each other.
After all, I had used her photo as a reference when altering my face on the Surgery Table.
Although the final result turned out poorly, making it nearly impossible to recognize my original appearance, there were still similarities.
The Plastic Surgeon had once asked me why I wanted to undergo such a transformation.
I replied that I wanted to look like another person.
"Who?" he inquired.
"A dead person," I said.
Yes.
A dead person.
That dead person is me.
Zhou Peiyao has already died.
Died a year ago.
That day, I had just finished surgery and was lying in the hospital when I received a call from my boyfriend.
He said, "Yao Yao, have you finished your makeover?"
I replied, "Yes."
He said, "Then how about I surprise you?"
Then he hung up the phone.
Next, I received a text message: "Yao Yao, let's break up."
And then, I died.
At the forensic identification center, I met the forensic doctor, He Li, and the police officer in charge of the case, Chen Zhiyuan.
Chen Zhiyuan is a very handsome man with a neat buzz cut. His well-built muscles made his police uniform look imposing.
He stared at me for a while and said, "Zhou Peiyao?"
"No," I shook my head, "my name is Wang Chen."
"Is that so?" He raised an eyebrow. "But you look quite a bit like Zhou Peiyao."
"Really?" I smiled lightly. "It might just be a coincidence."
He seemed taken aback by my response for a moment, then nodded.
"Alright. But since you resemble Zhou Peiyao so much, you must know that she's quite the drunkard, right?"
"I've heard about it."
"Then recently, have you been driving under the influence?"
"No," I shook my head.
In fact, ever since I was detained for drunk driving last time, I hadn't touched alcohol again.
Chen Zhiyuan studied me, as if trying to determine whether I was telling the truth.
To be honest, I felt a bit scared.
I always had the feeling that he could see through my disguise.
But that couldn't be possible.
I had already become someone else.
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