What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The moment the woman saw the corpse, her previously aggressive movements abruptly stopped.

The horrific, disfigured corpse with its shattered skull was gone.

Instead, there was a peaceful, sleeping face.

"This...this..."

The woman's lips trembled, her eyes widened, and her face was filled with disbelief.

She reached out, wanting to touch that face, but then quickly pulled her hand back.

"How could that be... When I watched it yesterday, it was clearly..."

She murmured to herself, her tone surprisingly devoid of sadness, instead revealing an undisguised ecstasy, "My face... my face is still here! My face is saved!"

Seeing this, I was filled with doubt.

Is this really the deceased's mother?

Why is it that after the deceased died, she cared about whether her face was intact?

However, although I had doubts in my heart, I managed to suppress them well.

Now is not the time to ask more questions.

"I have successfully completed my mission; your daughter's remains have been restored."

I spoke at the opportune moment, my tone calm, "Ms. Li, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"

The woman turned her head abruptly, her previous arrogance vanishing instantly. "Oh my, young master! I never knew you were so young, yet your skills are so amazing! A hundred times better than that Old Zhang!"

As she spoke, she pulled a wad of cash from her designer bag and stuffed it into the pocket of my white coat without saying a word.

"Here's a tip for your hard work! Please take it, young man! Um... I'll need your help with my makeup for the memorial service later!"

I did not refuse and accepted the stack of money without hesitation.

In our line of work, we call this kind of money "soothing fee".

"Ms. Li, you're too kind. It's just my duty."

I patted my pocket lightly, but my gaze casually swept over her wrist.

Just now, when she took out her money, I noticed that she was wearing a string of dark red wooden prayer beads on her right wrist.

The material of those prayer beads was very special; it was neither agarwood nor sandalwood.

It looks more like the kind of coffin wood that has been buried underground for a long time.

Most importantly, a faint wisp of black mist, identical to that on the body of the deceased, lingered around the string of prayer beads.

"By the way, Ms. Li."

I casually picked up the sealed bag containing the malfunctioning pendant and handed it over.

"We found this in your daughter's hands when we were cleaning up the body. I think it must have been one of her personal belongings, so it would be better to return it to you."

The woman's expression changed instantly when she saw the dried-up and shattered pendant in my hand.

That expression of ecstasy froze on his face, replaced by a deep fear and panic.

"This...this is..."

She grabbed the sealed bag, staring intently at the black powder inside, her voice trembling, "How did it break? How could it break?!"

"It probably shattered when it fell."

I observed her reaction and casually remarked, "But this thing looks rather sinister; it seems to be sealed with blood inside."

Young people these days, in their quest for good luck, will wear all sorts of random things.

"What do you know!"

The woman suddenly raised her head, glared at me fiercely, and raised her voice several decibels: "This has been blessed by a master! It's...it's for protection!"

After saying that, she seemed to realize that she had lost her composure, and quickly stuffed the sealed bag into her bag, her eyes darting away as she avoided my gaze.

"Alright! Now that it's done, hurry up and put it in the refrigerator! I have something to do, I'm leaving!"

She hurriedly left a sentence and turned to walk out.

Watching her disheveled figure leave, a deep look flashed in my eyes.

There's a problem, a really big problem.

Whether it's her attitude towards the deceased or her reaction to seeing the pendant, this woman is very strange.

Especially the black aura on the string of prayer beads, although faint, its aura came from the same source as that on the deceased.

It seems this mother had quite a bit of contact with the black-robed master from the deceased's memories.

"Phew... we've finally gotten rid of this big shot."

At this moment, Director Wang plopped down on the plastic stool next to him, took out a handkerchief, vigorously wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.

"I almost had a heart attack just now."

"Xiao Chen, we really owe you a debt of gratitude this time. Otherwise, that shrew might have really torn our place down."

I smiled, took off my white coat, and tidied up my toolbox.

"You flatter me, sir. I'm just doing my job for the money."

Picking up the cigarette pack, I casually offered one to Director Wang and said nonchalantly, "But what's the background of this mother and daughter?"

I noticed that the woman was dressed quite well, but she spoke and acted like a shrew from the streets.

And that deceased... he looks kind of familiar."

"It looks familiar, that's why!"

Director Wang took the cigarette, brought it to my lit lighter, and took a puff.

He gave a "you don't know this" look and lowered his voice to say, "This dead girl was called Lin Tiantian, and her stage name was 'Sweetheart Baby'."

He's been incredibly popular online lately, supposedly planning to enter the entertainment industry and make movies.

But look at that face, it's all about technology and ruthless skills.

After a pause, he exhaled a smoke ring, pointed towards the door, and said with a hint of disdain:

"The woman just now is named Li Hongmei. She is Lin Tiantian's biological mother and also her agent."

"Tsk tsk, this mother and daughter are notoriously eccentric in their circle."

"Oh? How so?" I chimed in at the opportune moment.

"That's a long story."

Director Wang got excited, crossed his legs, and began to talk non-stop.

"This Lin Tiantian, just half a year ago, was a nobody singing in a bar. She was just average-looking, barely passable as pretty."

But somehow, one day she suddenly changed her appearance and became incredibly alluring.

Then came a string of good fortune: being spotted by a top director, landing endorsement deals, and experiencing a surge in fans… it was like she was on a winning streak!

At this point, Director Wang leaned closer mysteriously, looked around, and then continued:

"But I heard from Xiao Li, the driver who brought her here, that after this girl became famous, she became very strange."

During the day, he doesn't go out and locks himself in the house. He also becomes extremely irritable, often throwing things and screaming.

"Even with her daughter in this state, Li Hongmei not only doesn't take her to see a doctor, but instead invites various 'masters' to her home every day."

A thought struck me, and sure enough.

These symptoms are clearly indicative of being possessed by evil spirits and having one's spirit corrupted.

"So, this time, the fall..." I asked tentatively.

"Hey, tell the outside world it was a suicide due to depression."

Director Wang pursed his lips, looking completely disbelieving.

Who knows the specific reason?

But I heard from a friend at the police station that on the night of the incident, the residents of that apartment building all heard Lin Tiantian screaming in her room.

However, the police couldn't find anything wrong when they went, and simply said that he had jumped off the building due to mental instability.

At this point, he flicked his cigarette ash and sighed.

"Li Hongmei is a ruthless person. Her daughter just died, and instead of thinking about how to bury her, she immediately blocked the news."

She even came here to cause trouble, insisting on making the corpse look nicer, saying it was so she could make one last quick buck at the memorial service a few days later… Do you think this is something a biological mother would do?