Dead Man's Word

I am a body cosmetologist at a funeral home. I can read the last thoughts of the deceased at the touch of my fingertips. The body of the rich man delivered today made me feel cold all over - in his memory, he was suffocated to death by his own son with a pillow. What's even more terrifying is that the murderer's footsteps stopped outside the door. "Miss Su," the door was pushed open and Zhou Jingshen looked at me with a smile, "I heard that your craftsmanship is very good." I pretended to be calm and handled the body, but found that his left hand was wrapped in a bandage. When the medical examiner announced that the old man had died of a heart attack, I caught a glimpse of the skin tissue between the corpse's fingernails. Zhou Jingshen suddenly leaned over and whispered: "Miss Su seems to have some special insights into my father's death?" …