Corpse Stitcher

There are two crafts on Luohun Beach. The river is full of fish. He fished out the people who had sunk at the bottom of the river. They cost thirty yuan each, and they were innocent and innocent. Chen Yan tube seam. Sew the mouth, eyes, and hands with three stitches, sew the remaining breath of the deceased into the flesh, and bury it together. There are rules in this business: the same corpse is sewn only once. If the sewing is broken, you cannot sew it again - the person who sews it again must vent his own anger. Chen Yan has been in stitches for twelve years, and has one hundred and thirty-seven non-existent wounds on his body. He never complained about pain, never got sick, and never spent the night at anyone's house. Until the frost of that year, Hesheng fished out a corpse. It was so white that I couldn't see my features clearly. Chen Yan wiped his face and stopped with his hands. That's himself.