I have to say that Amy is a very good makeup artist.

She pulled Jiujiu into her room.

This is the first time in a long time to enter her room.

In this country that pays great attention to personal privacy, private places cannot be entered and exited casually.

This point is to be relaxed a little bit in China, and it is commonplace to come uninvited.

Through the narrow corridor, the curtains are only opened a thin slit, and white light is projected in from the outside.

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything.

"Whoa..."

Jiu Jiu's legs seemed to have touched the stool.

"I'm very sorry." Jiu Jiu quickly apologized.

"Jiu, don't be so polite. I should have reminded you as soon as I walked in the door. I touch it hundreds of times a day. Every time I want to throw it away so as not to get in the way, but it still has some uses for me."

Amy said, walked to the curtain and pulled it hard.

The space in front of him suddenly brightened.

This is a private space as big as Jiujiu's room.

The general pattern is the same.

Just seeing the photos plastered on the wall made Jiujiu feel a little creepy.

Enlarged photographs of crime scenes, murder scenes...

To be more precise, it is the blood-stained appearance of the victim...

It's like a house of horrors.Perhaps it was because of this that Amy pulled the curtains for a long time.

After all, every girl will feel horrible when she sees these.

It's just that why does Amy still stick these on the wall to scare herself?

It's really puzzling.

"As a medical student, you shouldn't be intimidated by these things."

Amy looked at Jiu Jiu, and then glanced at the photos on the wall.

"These are my 'clients.'"

Calling these 'clients' feels really incomprehensible and unbelievable to Jiu Jiu.

"Oh my god. You've been living here for so long, and I don't seem to have introduced myself. My name is Amy, and I'm also a medical student here a year before you. I major in human specimens .Occasionally I do things like make-up for the funeral home.”

As she said that, she leaned close to Jiujiu's ear mysteriously and whispered, "The salary is generous."

All Jiujiu can do at this moment is to stay where he is, and smile a little awkwardly.

After Amy finished speaking, she walked to the dressing table near the window, opened the drawer, and took out the bottles and jars inside.

"Jiu, what major do you study?"

"I... am clinical medicine. But Professor Robin wants me to switch to forensic medicine."

"Forensics. Oh! That's the best major in the academy. Professor Robin invited you?"

Amy looked at Jiu Jiu's eyes almost widened again, and she couldn't hide her envy: "Oh my god, I fell in love, I'm afraid you have luck."

Whether it is good or bad, to be honest, Jiujiu is still unable to draw a conclusion.

"Listen, you have to come to the medical examiner. Trust me."

As Amy spoke, she pulled Jiujiu to her dressing table, looked at the oriental girl in the mirror, and showed a little more enthusiasm in her eyes.

"Come on, let's see if you will be the center of attention tonight. Believe in my craftsmanship, you won't be disappointed. My 'clients' are so sure."

Thinking of the "client" that Amy called for a long time, I couldn't help but tremble again. Are they sure that she will really know?

And these bottles and jars in front of her, could it be related to her 'client'...

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