Make Up

In the silence of death, there is a truth hidden that living people dare not tell. Lin Yan, a talented but rejected funeral makeup artist. She can read the tiniest "language" on the body - the cracks in makeup removal, the smudge of lip gloss, and the stiffness of muscles are all silent complaints from the deceased. The cold gloves are her barrier from the living world, and the incomplete little finger on her left hand is the mark of her pursuit of the truth about her father's death. She thought her world was nothing but a cold morgue, until the body of a top-notch singer was brought in. The same strange triangle symbol as her father's was branded under the collarbone - **Δ**. Shen Che, a dazzling top star, under the mask of a perfect smile is the nightmare of witnessing his mother's "accidental" death twenty years ago. When his best friend died mysteriously and his body was branded with Δ, symbolizing a nightmare, he angrily pointed the finger at the "unlucky" woman who touched the body. But in repeated confrontations, I discovered that her cold eyes could see through lies, and the makeup pen in her hand could pierce disguises. What's even more frightening is that in the corner of a blurry old childhood photo on his phone, the figure of the cleaner with the same mutilated left hand actually overlaps with the enemy she is looking for! The collision between taboo professions and top-notch auras, the game between corpses' mouths and living people's lies. Lin Yan used a mortar to dissect the lies: the cracked foundation was the struggle of suffocation, the smudged blush was the mark of poisonous hair, and even the ashes and porcelain powder became her password to identify the murderer.