ained. Now look at our guys. Big Treasure is that skinny stick figure, and Old Chen looks like a creepy old man!"》》》On my way home, I realized that my older brother had promised Mr. Chen eight thousan...The expert was indeed an expert. After a moment of panic, Mr. Zheng quickly regained his composure and spoke in a low voice, "Who are you! Why should I answer your questions I will never reveal client information!"

"... We won't ask you to reveal your privacy. We just want to ask some professional questions. You usually keep a low profile and don't see outsiders, we didn't expect that you had this special hobby. It's great that we found out! And you spent quite a bit of money on it, too." My brother said with a sneer.

"You, you... aren't you trying to extort money!" Zheng Zhexue swallowed hard.

My brother smiled: "Don't panic, I just want to ask you some questions. We can afford to come to this kind of place, right"

Song Wei and my brother were, in a way, quite "rebellious." They were both bold individuals, so they just took Zheng expert outside.

I walked at the back, that strange feeling crept up on me again, I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch the back of my neck and turn around once more.

In the opulent atmosphere, the entire corridor was decorated in a hidden and luxurious manner. Behind gilded carvings, figures flickered in the mirrors.

It seems like something ethereal is following me Am I imagining things

"...Little Miss... Little Miss..." I heard faint sounds coming from the small bag I was hiding in under my clothes.

I raised my hand, pressing down on the small handbag, signaling the two little ghost dolls inside to speak differently.

But they seemed to have something to report, eager to get it out.

I patted my brother on the shoulder, signaling him to wait for me. I covered my handbag and slipped into the restroom.

"Shh... Someone's passing by, you guys better not make a sound!" I held the two little dolls in my hand.

"Little Miss, it seems like there's some ominous qi hiding here..." Ah Meng whispered.

"...I also felt a little unwell, but I didn't notice anything wrong." I whispered. "What did you find"

"Something seems to be following us…but…we don't see anything unusual…" A Meng scratched the back of his head: "Little Lady, you have to be careful. The people from the Demon Realm are hard to predict with their magic arts, and they rarely appear in the world. Even our Underworld doesn't understand the way these demons think. I'm afraid something bad might happen to you."

"Well, I'll be careful." I replied hastily, thinking my brother and the others were still waiting outside. Time was of the essence, so I quickly shoved Ah-Da and Ah-Meng back into my bag.

These mirrors are a bit eerie... I'm a little afraid to look in the bathroom mirror, so I lowered my head and opened the cabinet door —

As soon as I opened the door, I was startled. A man and a woman, both drunk, were stumbling and clinging to each other, rolling into the bathroom next door.

Bang! The door slammed shut, leaving me stunned.

Isn't this the women's restroom

"Xiao Qiao!" My brother shouted my name from outside, peering at me from the public area in front of the bathroom. "Scared"

I rushed out and asked, "What's going on This isn't a..."

My brother chuckled and said, "These men and women are looking for a place to get it on. Who cares about boys and girls, let's go!"

...

After finally leaving this luxurious place, I realized that I had just been blindly led around on a tour.

My head was spinning from the mix of alcohol and incense. My brother tossed me the car keys, telling me to drive. He shoved Zheng into the back seat himself, then “friendly” sat beside him, making sure I locked the car door.

“This is kidnapping!” Zheng Zhe, trembling with fear, accused.

“We don’t seek fortune, and we don’t harm life. You went to report the case, but they wouldn’t even take it! Saying kidnapping is too embarrassing.” My brother said with a mischievous smile, “Calm down first, let’s talk things through… Xiao Qiao, drive.”

"Open... open where" I was a bit confused.

"Whatever, just take him for a drive outside. We'll figure out when Zheng the expert answers our questions and then we'll send him home." My brother rolled his eyes.

The expert was scared witless by my brother's casual threat. I saw his pale face in the rearview mirror; he probably thought we were going to take him out to some desolate area and dump his body in a ravine...

"Don't play the cultural card. Your ancestors were in this line of work too. Between us, we came here for a body." My brother frowned.

"I can't disclose my clients' private affairs," Zheng the expert said with a stiff upper lip.

My brother raised an eyebrow: "What if this guest ~~isn't human~~"

The expert trembled, he must have something to hide, otherwise why would he get nervous when we asked him a simple question

"...You guys, what exactly..." He looked at my brother with confusion.

"We're here because of Archie, you know which Archie," My brother frowned slightly. "This whole zombie thing is serious, you better tell us everything you know so we don't get in trouble."

I drove the car into the dimly lit suburbs, where there were no crowds or traffic. Outside, it became increasingly quiet, and only the slightly trembling voice of Zheng Zhexian inside the car could be heard.

"...One day, I received a call from Archie. He said he would introduce me to a big deal..."

Originally, before Achoo went home to ask the old master for help, he had already consulted this "colleague," Mr. Zheng.

After all, Ach was in the business of running a black and white company, dealing with funeral affairs. He went to the funeral home every other day, so he naturally became acquainted with Zheng, the expert who was known as the "corpse beautician."

In Arch's one-stop funeral service, when encountering cases of unnatural death, it often requires some "repairs".

Simple repairs, Archie could handle himself. But for those that were particularly unique (or let's say, the deceased had severe facial damage), that's when you needed to call in "Mortician Makeup Artist" Zheng, the expert.

Zheng, the expert, is not your ordinary "mender". He combines his ancestral secret craft with realistic skin simulation. For bodies that are too decomposed to be recognizable, he can recreate their likeness based on skeletal structure and photos from before death.

And it's not just about facial skin, he can do anything from missing arms and legs. He even once almost completely "rebuilt" a wealthy young man who was badly burned in a car accident.

Regardless of how much wrong a person has done in their life, the family members still hope to send them off with at least some dignity. Therefore, this skill of his can be said to be making money through shady means, and it is indeed shady. But to say he is making money by being heartless, that's not quite right either.

Due to his superior craftsmanship and some ancestral secret techniques, only the wealthy and powerful could afford him.

And he himself practices this profession. On the surface, he advocates for medicine and technology, but secretly, he has taboos—this is also the norm for many people.

The belief in yin-yang and spirits is deeply ingrained in our culture. We have a tradition of ancestor worship, and many homes still display the characters "heaven, earth, ruler, parent, teacher," which represent these figures. Zheng [Expert's Name] is also like this — he lives a secluded life, low-key and discreet. It is difficult to invite him unless you are very familiar with him.

"…Archie came to me, saying there was a strange man who wanted him to restore a corpse... He said his skill level wasn't enough, so he offered a lot of money to hire me." Professor Zheng spoke in a low voice.

"He showed me photos taken with a body camera... That wasn't an ordinary corpse, it was already a dried up one! And there were no living photos to work with, how could I reconstruct it"

"Even if I used a computer to build a skeletal model for simulation and reconstruction, it would only be an image. I couldn't physically manipulate it on the cadaver—I might break it just by touching it! That's what archaeologists do, and I'm not qualified for that."

But Archie said, if this wasn't done right, that strange client would kill him...that man...seemed, no, wasn't, human...

"And Archie left me a lot of money, and I was sort of persuaded and coerced by him to go to that funeral home..."

At this point, Zheng the expert suddenly shivered. down my spine. He smiled without answering my question. To be honest, if he wasn't deliberately trying to frighten me, his face wouldn't have been particularly terrifying; it was just the sinister ai...