Ace Undertaker: My Funeral Parlor Case-Solving Record

My name is Chen Mo, an undertaker in a funeral home, and the number one scholar in the funeral professional class. My daily job: putting make-up and trimming on the faces of dead people, listening to their families' cries and acting out their funerals, and finding secrets from the corpses that the living people don't want others to know. They say it is unlucky to be an undertaker, but I say it is unlucky to be alive. The person who cries the most in the mourning hall is often the murderer. Anyone who urges him to be cremated within 24 hours must have something in his heart. It is said that "the deceased died peacefully" usually died in the least peaceful way. I don't investigate the case. I'm only responsible for discovering traces that were deliberately covered up when wiping, dressing, and arranging the remains of the deceased. The strangulation marks on the wrists, the blunt force injuries under the hair, the skin tissue between the fingernails, the asphalt on the soles of the shoes that should not be there. Then I passed on these "dead people's words" to the female forensic doctor who always scolded me for being nosy, but was the first to do my autopsy every time. My master said that the funeral home is the last quality inspection station in life. I don't think he is right. The funeral parlor is the last mirror of humanity. No matter how good you are when you are alive, your bones will speak for you after you die.