Volume 1 Chapter 064 Thousand Knives
After listening to Yan Zi's story, the second sister took a long while before she said "Oh" and said, "At such a young age, it's not bad to have such insight and courage."
The woman raised her narrow eyes and said calmly, "In that case, give him a corpse and let him try. To work for me, you can't just rely on courage."
The muscular man was delighted when he heard this and immediately agreed. Boss Ma turned around and told Heimao to quickly push the corpse over. I could guess that the so-called "previous corpse" was probably the corpse used for the job applicants for the interview, and they probably wanted to examine the makeup skills on the spot.
This is normal, after all, they are recruiting for a position that requires extremely high technical skills, such as a makeup artist. I just don't know which unlucky person's body fell into the hands of these people and was used as interview material.
The black-haired man agreed and was about to leave when he heard the second sister say, "Don't bother, I have something ready-made here."
When Heimao heard this, he was stunned for a moment, nodded and said "OK", then turned around and walked back, looked at me with a strange expression.
The room suddenly became silent. I looked around at the people in the room and felt that the atmosphere was strange. Yan Zi looked at me several times, and the muscular man seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Using that corpse... isn't a good idea, right?" Boss Ma said.
"What's wrong with that? Since you guys all say this kid is good, let me come and take a look." The second sister sat on the chair and said lightly, without any expression on her face, and asked the muscular man to go over there and push the body out.
The muscular man glanced at Ma Lao Da, said "Okay, Second Sister", and hurried to the other side of the room. From where I was, I could vaguely see three dressing tables inside, one of which had a corpse covered with a shroud on it. I thought the corpse Second Sister was referring to was probably the one she was talking about. Sure enough, I saw the muscular man had already walked to the dressing table and pushed the corpse over.
Judging from everyone's reactions just now, I can roughly guess that there is something strange about this corpse. But I am not too worried. For me, as long as it is a problem with the corpse, it will not be a big problem.
But before I knew it, the muscular man had already pushed the corpse over and placed it in front of us. Usually, there are rollers installed under the corpse dressing table to facilitate the pushing of the corpse.
The second sister coughed lightly, picked up a cup on the table, drank a sip of tea, and said weakly: "Open it."
The muscular man agreed, looked at me again, grabbed a corner of the shroud and lifted it up.
In fact, when the body was pushed over, there was already a pungent stench. When the shroud was opened, the stench was even more overwhelming. Yan Zi and Hei Mao could not help but take a few steps back.
I was used to it and had experienced worse corpse stench than this. I stood there calmly, all my attention drawn to the body under the shroud.
At first glance, the corpse's features could not be seen, nor could it be distinguished whether it was a man or a woman. It was not that this was a headless corpse, but that only a skull was left on the head of the corpse. The bones were pink, and there were still some flesh and blood on them. It was obvious that the flesh and blood on the bones had been removed not long ago.
But the body below the neck was full of flesh and blood. In other words, the flesh below the neck was still there, but above the neck was only a skull without flesh and skin. It looked really weird and scary. Even I, an old hand who was used to dealing with corpses, had never seen such a strange corpse before.
However, that was not all. The body below the neck was not in good condition either. It was swollen and pus had even begun to ooze out from some parts, emitting a foul odor.
After a quick look around, I saw that among the crowd, except for the second sister and the thin bamboo pole, who remained calm, even Boss Ma took a few steps back, probably unable to bear the strong stench of the corpse, not to mention Yan Zi and Heimao, who retreated far away and looked elsewhere.
The muscular man was the closest one, his whole face was tense, probably because he was enduring it with great difficulty .
The second sister glanced at him and said, "It's none of your business, go away."
The muscular man suddenly felt relieved, and quickly retreated to Yan Zi and Hei Mao's side, watching from a distance. While others were retreating, I took a few steps forward, staring at the corpse with my eyes.
I couldn't figure out how such a strange corpse was created. There are many ways to make the skin and flesh on a person's face disappear, such as using some highly corrosive venom or burning it with extremely high temperature flames, but there is a problem with these methods, which is that they cannot avoid damaging the skull under the skin and flesh.
"Child, you have quite a strong concentration. What did you see?" The woman's voice came weakly.
I was lost in thought when she interrupted me. I looked up at her and saw this woman's lifeless eyes staring at me.
I shook my head and said, "I can't tell yet." I glanced around and said, "Can you lend me a pair of gloves?"
I saw the skinny guy walking over with his thin long legs and handing me a pair of corpse-wrapping gloves. I smiled at him gratefully, put on the gloves, walked closer to the corpse, reached out to hold his head, and observed it carefully.
I dare not handle such an unknown strange thing without wearing gloves. The types of corpses are ever-changing. Not to mention other things, just the possible corpse poison is hard to guard against. In our industry, I don't know how many senior veterans have lost their lives due to a moment of negligence.
Judging from the skull and body shape of this person, he was undoubtedly an adult male. There were still pink dandruff and fascia on the skull, so it was definitely not caused by venom or fire. It was more like someone used a knife to cut the skin and flesh off his head one by one!
But this is all my guess, without any evidence at all. I really can't imagine who can cut a person into this state with a knife?
"You are quite smart, but you don't have enough knowledge." The woman sat on the chair and looked at me with her narrow eyes. "It's just separating the flesh from the bones. What's so strange about that?"
When I heard her say this, I suddenly had an idea and thought of something that happened a long time ago. This was a form of torture called "Lingchi".
Lingchi, also known as "cutting into pieces with a thousand knives", first appeared in the Five Dynasties and is the cruelest form of capital punishment. The person being punished would not be executed immediately, but would be cut into pieces with 3,357 knives to death.
Lingchi is definitely an extremely difficult craft, as it requires thousands of cuts to keep the victim alive. To put it in a high sense, it is already a cruel art.
For people who died from this torture, it would be far more troublesome than a body that was beheaded.
Generally speaking, we in the industry don't accept corpses that have been tortured to death.
The torture of lingchi has existed since the Five Dynasties until the end of the Qing Dynasty, and this unique skill of lingchi has been passed down from generation to generation for nearly a thousand years.
However, since the Republic of China, even beheading has been abolished and replaced by shooting, not to mention the extremely cruel death penalty of lingchi. Those who knew the skill of lingchi have also been buried in the dust of time.
"Could it be that the person who killed this man was someone who knew the lingchi sword technique? How big a grudge must this be?" I asked curiously. Could it be that this ancient art of lingchi still has successors until now?
The woman glanced at me and said, "You are quite knowledgeable." She coughed again, drank a sip of tea, and then said, "But it doesn't have to be so troublesome to make someone like this."
When I heard this, I couldn't help but ask, "What else can we do?" Looking at the way the skin and flesh on this man's head had been ripped off, I couldn't think of any other way except the lingchi knife technique. I looked at Boss Ma and the others, and saw that they all looked at their noses with their mouths, and their hearts with their noses. It was obvious that in front of this "Second Sister", they were more honest than rabbits.
The woman coughed and said, "There's something else that will also work."
