The Beauty Dies (Heavy Taste (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

My name is Ye Yuhan, I’m 24 years old and I’m a sales lady in the sales department of Juneng Real Estate Company.

Our company's summer work uniform is a slim-fitting pink suit, a white shirt, flesh-colored stockings or tights, and gold high-heeled sandals purchased by the company.

The upper of the sandal is made up of sexy sequins, and there are only three thin laces, but the layout is unique and very sexy: two of the thin straps wrap around the toes, and the third strap crosses over the instep from the inside of the front of the shoe, goes around the round heel, and then crosses over the instep to the outside of the front of the foot. The whole sandal is a standard "sling-back", making our feet look soft and slender.

The elegant rose red gradient stiletto heels are 10 cm long and have a bright red sole, which is quite sexy.

This morning, a new client whom I didn’t know came to our company to see the house, and I greeted him with a smile.

I noticed that he swallowed as he looked into my eyes.

"Hello, sir. This is the West Coast Community of China Oceanwide of our Juneng Group. This is a new apartment with two bedrooms and two living rooms, 92 square meters, designed completely in European style. This is the model of the apartment. The houses in West Coast of China Oceanwide are now available for sale. If you like, I can take you to see it later."

I asked in a coquettish voice. This is my only way to attract clients and it works very well.

"This apartment is good. It faces north and south. The ventilation should be good!"

The man said without revealing any emotion.

"Please rest assured. Our apartment has excellent north-south air convection. In summer, as long as you open the windows, the convection wind will be very strong. The light is also very good. There are no high-rise buildings in front, so there is daylight all day long."

"Yes, that's good. I'll think about it. Please give me a business card."

I took out my business card and handed it to him with both hands.

He took the business card and looked at it. "Ye Yuhan! What a nice name!"

"Thank you! If you are interested in buying it, just call this number. I'll start working on it 24 hours a day. Look, this is it."

I said, pointing to the mobile number on the back of a landline.

"Okay, give me some information. I'll take it back and take a look."

He smiled at me.

I quickly brought him a large stack of information, he picked it up, and then said goodbye.

I served this customer in the morning, and at noon I took my colleague Yang Hongxing to Pizza Hut. Yang Hongxing is younger than me and will be turning 24 next week.

A few days ago, she and her boyfriend went to Qingdao city to take wedding photos, planning to get married on National Day. My red envelopes have been prepared, haha.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, I received a strange call on my cell phone.

"Hello, are you Miss Ye Yuhan? I'm the customer who came this morning."

"Hello, do you want to see the existing house?"

I asked.

"Yes, I want to take a look at the surrounding environment first."

"Okay, when do you plan to watch it?"

"How about now? I happen to be free."

"Now, um! Okay! Then let's meet at the north gate of the west coast of Zhonghai, okay?"

"Okay, see you later."

He hung up the phone.

"Hong Xing, I'm taking a client to look at a house. I won't be back if it's late."

I said to Yang Hongxing.

"Well, Sister Yuhan, please be careful on the road."... I had just got off the taxi when the customer from this morning got off a taxi in front of me.

"Hello, beautiful Miss Ye Yuhan."

"Hello, let's go! I'll lead the way."

I smiled at him, made a gesture of invitation to the front, and led him towards the community.

"You have to be careful when you walk. It has been raining these few days, so the road inside may be difficult to walk on. Just follow me."

As I said this, I entered the community and led the way.

The roads in this community are really difficult to walk on. It’s not so much that the roads have not been repaired yet, but rather that they have never been repaired at all. There are muddy piles next to each other, and I walked twisting and turning in my high-heeled sandals.

Some of the mud splashed onto my flesh-colored stockings.

Now I have a busy evening.

We finally arrived at our destination.

"Let's take a look at the second floor first! The layout is the same. The price is one hundred yuan more per square meter for each floor above. Now we only have the second, third, fifth, eighth, twelfth, thirteenth and top floor left, which has a loft."

I introduced.

"Just do as you say! I'll see and decide which floor to buy."

Arrived in the house.

I was about to speak when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my breasts. I immediately slapped his hand away and said, "What are you doing?"

He said lasciviously, "Ms. Ye, you are so beautiful, and your breasts are so big! I couldn't help but grab them."

I shouted, "Get out of here, you psycho! Or I'll call the police."

He stood up and walked over with a lewd smile.

Said: "Call the police! See if it's too late."

Then he suddenly reached out and grabbed my breasts, and I immediately resisted, hitting his hands hard and shouting for help.

When he heard me shouting for help, he covered my mouth with his hands, pushed me down on the wooden floor, then pressed my legs with his lower body, and touched my body with one hand. No matter how I resisted, I couldn't push him away.

After touching me for a while, he lowered his head and kissed my neck all over. He also tried to kiss my mouth from time to time. I shook my head desperately to avoid his mouth so that he could not kiss me.

He suddenly pinched my chin with one hand and turned my head towards him, then he kissed me fiercely. I immediately closed my mouth to prevent his tongue from entering.

I shook my head desperately and hit him hard with my hands. I slapped him hard.

Maybe it hurt him, he was stunned for a moment.

I saw a fierce look in his eyes, and then he slapped me hard on the left cheek. After a sharp pain, my left cheek felt hot.

He said fiercely: "Bitch, you dare to hit me? I'm going to fuck you to death!"

Then he looked around, then pulled my hand hard and pulled me towards the bedroom.

I knew he was going to pull me into the room and rape me, so I struggled desperately and tried hard to shake his hand off, but I couldn't.

When he saw me resisting, he said fiercely, "You bitch, you can't run away. I'm going to fuck you today!"

After saying that, he pulled me towards the bedroom with even greater force and pushed me to the ground.

After he pushed me to the ground, he immediately ran to lock the door of the room. I desperately shouted for help, but since the doors and windows of the room were closed, no one outside could hear it.

He looked at me for a while and then walked towards me. I thought he was going to hit me, so I backed away as fast as I could.

He came over quickly and pressed on me, his breathing heavy. While kissing me like a beast, he used his hands to push up my clothes and E-cup bra, and my snow-white breasts popped out.

Seeing her breasts jumping in front of him, she was so ashamed that she turned her face away.

I wanted to shout for help, I wanted to struggle, but I knew it was useless in this place! He pinched my breasts so hard that it hurt. It was no use screaming, so I could only kick him hard.

When he saw me like this, he used his old tricks again and pressed my legs with his lower body and legs to prevent me from resisting. He ignored my pain and kissed me desperately, pinching my nipples and breasts hard.

In this place, my resistance is futile! After struggling for a few times, I had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

He paused for a moment, and suddenly buried his face in my breasts and licked and bit them! “No!”

I couldn't help but shout out.

However, my nipples were licked so lewdly that they stood up proudly.

“Don’t do this! Please…”

His hands rubbed my chest hard. It hurt at first, but later on, it became more and more stimulating... I was so obscene! Although she said no, some sexual fluid quietly flowed out from her lower body! After playing for a while, he reached his hand under me, pulled my skirt up a little, and touched my private parts through my panties.

I let him touch me for a while. Although I was about to be raped, I had a reaction. I felt that the secretion of my vaginal fluid was increasing. The pleasure was constantly stimulating me. I thought to myself that it turned out that being raped could also be pleasurable.

He touched me through my panties for a while and couldn't wait any longer. He sat up and took off his clothes and pants. Then he pulled my panties off forcefully and touched my labia directly with his hand.

After touching me for a while, he said, "Beauty, being raped feels good too! Don't you think it's great? There will be more pleasures later!"

After saying that, he continued to touch my labia, and from time to time he inserted his fingers into my vagina and thrust it in and out.

"It looks like you are no longer a virgin, and you are still a black pussy. No wonder you are leaking so much water, you are such a slut!"

At this time, I was already desperate, and my resistance was not as strong as before. I let him touch my private parts, and my pleasure became more and more intense.

After touching me for a few minutes, he couldn't help it anymore. My whole body started to feel hot, my forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, my breathing became rapid, my lower body was extremely hot, and a lot of vaginal fluid flowed out.

He stripped off my top and skirt, then took off my high-heeled sandals and stockings, leaving me completely naked.

After stripping me naked, he lifted my legs with his hands and knelt in front of me. I knew he was going to penetrate me, so I rubbed my legs hard to avoid him.

Seeing that I was still resisting, he pressed my legs hard, then aimed his penis at my vaginal opening, rubbed it a few times, then pushed hard at the vaginal opening and inserted the entire penis inside.

As soon as he inserted it, I felt a mixture of shame and excitement. I thought that since it had already come to this, there was no point in resisting, so I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, hoping that it would all be over as soon as possible.

As he thrust in and out, my pleasure became more and more intense. Although I was being raped, more and more vaginal fluid flowed out of my vagina. I began to moan softly, accepting the pleasure coming from below.

After a few minutes of penetration, he saw that I was no longer resisting, so he pulled out his penis, then put my legs down and spread them apart. He then pressed on me again and inserted his penis into my vagina.

While he was thrusting hard, he grabbed my breasts with his hands and kissed the back of my ears and neck with his mouth.

As he kissed me, he said in my ear with a short breath: "Beauty, do you feel good? Your pussy is getting more and more wet! Do you feel good when I fuck you?"

After saying that, he fucked me hard a few times.

At this time, I couldn't speak. I could only close my eyes and accept the pleasure of being raped in shame.

He continued to kiss me, grab my breasts, and continue to pump his cock into me.

My moans became louder and louder, and he became more excited listening to them, and his penis penetrated him harder and harder.

After about ten minutes of penetration, he whispered in my ear, "Beautiful girl, do you feel good? Come on, let's change positions."

I didn't answer him and let him pull out his penis.

After pulling out his penis, he held my waist with both hands and turned me over. I followed his guidance and turned my body over to lie on my stomach.

Then he put his hands on my waist and pulled me up, so that I was kneeling on the floor with my upper body lying on the floor.

After he put me in the right position, he patted my butt, then touched my labia with his hand and said, "Your butt is so beautiful! There is still a lot of vaginal fluid! Do you feel good?"

Then he pressed his penis against the opening of my vagina, rubbed it a few times and then thrust it in forcefully.

As he thrust in, we both exclaimed “Ah…”

I screamed, and at this moment I was really conquered by this special feeling and no longer resisted.

He held my buttocks with both hands and thrust his penis into my vagina vigorously. I moaned softly and slowly enjoyed the feeling. It was really comfortable and shameful.

As he thrust in and out, I became more and more into it, my moans became louder and louder, and I slowly began to feel his penis moving inside my vagina. I also felt that his penis was neither big nor small, probably average size compared to the several men I had sex with. My vagina also secreted more and more vaginal fluid.

"Fuck! It feels so good! This pussy is so tight and wet, it feels so good to fuck!"

The man looked very pleased, and he fucked me harder and harder, each time as if he wanted to break me.

He was right. I could feel my body secreting sexual fluids. My legs were wet, even wetter than the sluttiest of prostitutes.

Every time he thrust in and out, there would be an obscene sound of water splashing, which made me blush with embarrassment.

We enjoyed it for more than ten minutes, and suddenly I heard him breathing loudly, and his thrusting became faster and faster. When I noticed this, I knew he was about to ejaculate, so I immediately said, "Don't ejaculate inside me! Please, really don't ejaculate inside me..."

He ignored my pleas and continued to penetrate me hard, faster and faster until he was almost on the verge of ejaculation.

I pushed his thighs hard with both hands and told him not to cum inside.

Suddenly he shouted loudly, and I felt something hot shooting into my vagina! He really came inside me, and he pulled my ass towards him hard, pressing it tightly against him.

My butt was pressed tightly against his thighs, and his penis twitched a few times in my vagina. I felt several streams of hot semen shoot into my vagina continuously. At this time, I cried, thinking: "Today is the dangerous period!"

After he ejaculated, he immediately pulled out his penis and turned me over on my back. I was still crying at this time.

At this time he was riding on me again, and I thought he was going to do it again.

But I was wrong, he put my stockings around my neck and started strangling me! I just felt the stockings hurting my neck, and my breathing was blocked. My lungs felt like a ball of fire and it was extremely uncomfortable.

I grabbed the stockings that were tightening my throat with both hands, and said "uh...uh..."

Shouting.

A pair of well-proportioned legs kicked around on the ground and the whole body was cramping violently.

I could hear the sound of my throat bones cracking.

The tongue stretched out involuntarily, and a large amount of saliva was secreted from the mouth, some of which was swallowed into the throat, and some of which overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

It flowed down my face, and my face should have turned blue by now.

What's strange is that as the stockings tightened, I felt my private parts start to get hot and itchy, then my breasts swelled and hardened, my whole body started to feel hot, and my heartbeat quickened. Is this the so-called pleasure brought by sexual asphyxiation? At this moment, there seemed to be a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain at the root of my tongue. My tongue, which was sticking out of my mouth, seemed unable to retract. My consciousness gradually became blurred, and my eyes rolled upwards involuntarily, and a trickle of blood overflowed from the corner of my mouth.

The burning sensation in my lungs became more and more intense, and there was a buzzing sound around my head. I felt like I was about to die.

At this time, the pleasure in my private parts became more and more intense. I felt that more and more vaginal fluid was being secreted there, and I could hardly hold my urine anymore.

I really want to just pee, but my remaining sense of modesty makes me not want to give up my ladylike image. I'd better hold on until I die! It seems that there is no escape from death today.

I am really a failure in my life. Although I have had several relationships, we all ended in breakup. No man will be sad for me after I die! Hong Xing said that she will bring several clients to see the house tomorrow. Will they be scared to death when they see my ugly corpse? Oh…Oh my God…I…I lost it again…Damn it! She actually had an orgasm! Ah... I can't hold my pee anymore... I finally finished peeing. Now I'm almost strangled to death. My eyes are blood red. My legs have stopped kicking and I don't have the strength to hold on to my stockings.

I am dying, I am only 24 years old, fate is so cruel! Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief I had never felt before. My body no longer felt heavy, but instead I felt like I was floating. My body and mind were extremely relaxed, as if all the unbearable pain had left me. Where was I? I looked around and found that I was still in the same place, but the difference was that I found that I was really floating in mid-air and my body was transparent. It didn't take me long to come to my senses and realize that I was dead.

I am really dead.

I saw my naked body being pressed down by the man. I saw myself lying face up on the floor with my legs apart. There was a large pool of liquid near my private parts, probably a mixture of my vaginal fluid, urine, and the man's semen. It was flowing to one side along the floor... Then I remembered. This was my corpse. I was dead. This body of me, who was called Ye Yuhan in my previous life, was naked, with a distorted face, disheveled black hair, and a half-lolling tongue. This expression was so different from my impression of myself that it almost scared me. My thighs were extremely spread apart, and my naked body was soaked in sweat like the body of the man who was raping and killing me. It was like it was covered with a layer of oil, and it was emitting a crystal-clear oily luster in the moonlight.

At this moment, I heard a "boom" in my ears

With a loud bang, everything went dark before my eyes, and there was nothing left... So this is what it feels like after death! This was my last consciousness.

He continued to strangle me, fearing that I would not die.

When he noticed that my face had turned purple, my tongue was sticking out, and my body was motionless, he knew that I, the sales lady, was indeed dead. He then continued to press his hand on my throat for several minutes.

After making sure that I was dead, he relaxed and lay on my body to rest for a while.

Because he had used a lot of energy just now, he was sweating profusely now.

I was already unconscious, my beautiful eyes were wide open, my pupils were slowly dilating, my body was twisted and lying on the floor, I was no longer breathing.

My eyes were open, and the expression that finally froze on my face was an expression of unwillingness... "A woman's whole body tenses up more before she dies!"

When he confirmed that poor me was indeed dead, the man sighed to himself.

After smoking a cigarette, he put on his clothes, opened my bag, took out all the cash from the wallet inside, and left the crime scene.

I just lay on the ground, limp and unconscious, like a corpse.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The semen left by the man slowly flowed out of my vagina. I opened my legs wide and let it flow out slowly... The watery moonlight shone in through the window, shining on my round and slender legs, and the moonlight reflected on my crystal toenails.

The next morning at ten o'clock, Yang Hongxing brought several clients to the house. As she walked up the stairs, she was still thinking, "I don't know what's wrong with Sister Yuhan. She didn't come to work today and didn't answer the phone. The manager has called her several times. If she doesn't come again, I'm afraid her bonus will be deducted!"

"This is the living room and dining room, together they are about 30 square meters. This is the master bedroom, about 16 square meters."

Yang Hongxing pointed and introduced them to the customers one by one, "Ah!!!!!!......"

She saw me lying on the ground, a naked female corpse! Clothes, skirts, high-heeled sandals, underwear, stockings, bags and other items were scattered around. The clothes, skirts and high-heeled sandals were exactly the same as those worn by Yang Hongxing.

Yang Hongxing recognized me the first time—Ye Yuhan who didn’t come to work today! Yang Hongxing screamed and fainted. A large amount of urine seeped out of her panties and flowed down her thighs to her feet in high-heeled sandals. The customers quickly helped her up, put her aside, and called the police.

After the phone call, they began to gather around my naked female corpse.

Chapter One: Kanxiang My name is Guyu, and I’m a forensic doctor at the Municipal Bureau.

During my years of work, I have examined countless corpses.

No one, young or old, male or female, has ever moved me.

Until I met you, a young female corpse named Ye Yuhan.

That morning, I received a call saying that a homicide had occurred in the newly launched China Overseas West Coast community and asked me to go there immediately.

I rushed to the scene in a police car.

It was a fully renovated commercial house that had not yet been sold, and the murder took place in the master bedroom of this new house.

It was there that I saw you for the first time.

You are very young, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and quite pretty.

No, I can only say "it should be beautiful".

Because you don’t look beautiful at this time, your distorted face is full of fear and despair.

You, the dead woman, had a very sexy figure, and your skin had a crystal clear and round luster.

You have a charming and miserable oval face, with light eyeliner on your eyes. Your helpless pupils are looking at the ceiling. It seems that at the moment of death you are full of desire for survival. Those are a pair of beautiful eyes, but unfortunately they can no longer emit alluring charm, only the emptiness of death.

There was a little lipstick on your lips, making them a light pink, but unfortunately the blood that flowed from the corner of your mouth had already solidified, indicating that you had been dead for a while.

Judging from your wide-open eyes and open mouth, you must have suffered great fright and pain before you died.

Your huge breasts stand tall, and this pair of beauties don’t care that their owner has already died, they still stand upright, stealing everyone’s attention! Your thighs were spread wide apart, and there were traces of semen and urine around your private parts. It seemed that you were raped by the murderer.

A policeman is circling you, using a camera with a flash, to take pictures of your humiliation.

The little policeman had almost finished filming, and it was my turn.

I walked over to you, squatted down, looked at your wide-open eyes, and saw your dilated pupils. I knew there was no need to do any other tests to confirm that you had been dead for a long time.

I saw the marks on your neck and took a picture of it with the camera I brought with me.

At the same time, I also took a few close-ups of your face.

I tried to bend your arm and it was difficult.

Your rigor mortis has been developing for some time and you are completely stiff.

However, although you were completely stiff, your breasts stood up higher, and your purple nipples protruded above your hemispherical breasts, making you look even sexier.

My eyes swept to your private parts.

There, your thick hair is stuck together by dirt and looks messy.

I think a girl like you must love cleanliness.

When you were alive, you should have taken a bath every day and kept your hair clean.

But now, you will never clean it yourself again.

I used my camera to take a close-up of your vagina.

Then, he took out a cotton swab from the toolbox, dipped it in some clean water, and slowly wiped off the dirt to remove the evidence.

Alas, if you were alive, would you allow a strange man like me to take pictures of your vagina and touch that place? I don't know why, I have done this many times before, but only today, I feel guilty towards you and feel that I shouldn't touch this place of yours.

But this is my job, and I need to avenge you by doing something that humiliates you.

I stood up and took another full-body photo of you.

Have you ever taken nude photos in your life? Is this your first nude photo? I pulled up your left arm, turned you over with force, and then took a full-body photo of your back.

Oh, what a seductive figure, especially your plump buttocks, so sexy.

You don't know that my lower body is already sticking up high at an inappropriate time.

However, there are some dark red corpse spots on your back, indicating that you are just a corpse, not a beautiful nude model.

I squatted down again, took out a thermometer from the toolbox, and inserted it into your tightly closed anus.

My colleagues around me were all watching everything I did, staring at your asshole with the thermometer inserted in it.

I think this part is also the part that makes you shy.

You've farted quite a few times through this little hole.

Every time I release it, I should try to avoid everyone as much as possible.

And now, you expose yourself to everyone without a care, letting these police uncles, brothers and sisters see your shameful little hole.

After 5 minutes, I pulled the thermometer out of your ass.

Your anus is still stubbornly open with a small hole. It seems that your sphincter has lost its original elasticity.

I looked at the thermometer and it was only 24 degrees, almost the same as room temperature.

I believe you have been dead for more than 12 hours.

To protect the evidence, I wrapped your hands with plastic bags.

Next to you, a black plastic body bag is spread out.

I waved to two young policemen and asked them to hold your shoulders and feet and put you in a body bag.

Your head and upper body went into the body bag smoothly, but your legs were still firmly spread open.

Showing your vagina to everyone seems to make us all aware that you have been raped.

I had to do it myself. I stuffed your feet into the body bag one by one, zipped up the bag with great effort, and signaled the two policemen to put you on the body transporter and take you to my anatomy laboratory.

Chapter 2: Dissection I returned to the bureau, drank a sip of water in the office, and then rushed to the autopsy room.

You've arrived first, wrapped in a black body bag, lying on a stretcher waiting for me.

Waiting for me with you is my assistant, Fina, the newly assigned master's student from the Medical University.

She was considered a celebrity in the bureau, and others didn't understand why she chose to do the job of performing autopsies.

Once, someone actually asked her about this in person, and she answered them lightly, "What's the big deal? This is part of our job. We all die, and when the cause of death is unknown, we professionals are needed to check. Who knows, I might die one day, and still need a teacher."

She pointed at me and said, "I want the teacher to perform an autopsy on me."

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. I said awkwardly, "How could that be? You are so young, you won't die before the teacher. I will only let you dissect the teacher."

From then on, every time I saw Fena's back, I would remember what she said about asking me to dissect her, and the image of her lying on the dissecting table would always appear in my mind.

However, today, it's not her that needs to be dissected, but you.

As soon as I entered the autopsy room, Fena handed me the form.

Every time an autopsy is performed, an autopsy form like this one must be filled out. When I took a look, I saw that several items had already been filled in. Name: Ye Yuhan Gender: Female Age: 24 Body weight: 45 kilograms Ye Yuhan, it turns out that you have such a nice name.

At this time, Fena had pushed you to the side of the dissection table and unzipped the body bag, revealing your naked body.

I stood opposite the dissecting table, grabbed your right hand and right leg, and pulled you onto the dissecting table with all my strength.

The stretcher was a little shorter than the dissection table, and when they pulled you across the border between the bed and the table, you made a loud "click" sound.

A sound.

But I know you won't care.

I picked up a syringe, found the vein in your arm, pricked it with a needle, and drew out about 10 ml of dark red blood.

I put the blood into a test tube, gave it to Fena, and asked her to send it for testing immediately.

This is a standard procedure. We first need to check the blood to determine whether the deceased has any infectious diseases. If so, we must be fully armed from head to toe and provide first-level protection during the autopsy.

Before the blood test results come out, all I can do is to perform an external examination on you.

I first measured the length of your body with a ruler, 1.64 meters, and I recorded this number on the autopsy form.

Then, I collected your fingerprints, took off the plastic bag on your hands, used a tool to scrape the nails of each of your fingers, and put all the scraped materials into small plastic evidence bags.

Now, I will begin to examine your body from the beginning.

I saw the bleeding spots under your eyes.

"There were obvious hemorrhages in the deceased's eyes, which is consistent with the characteristics of death from mechanical asphyxiation."

I spoke into the recorder, saying that it would record what I saw during the autopsy so that I could compile a report later.

After observing your eyes, I pulled down your eyelids and asked you to close your eyes.

Dissection is cruel, just don't watch yourself being dissected by me.

Of course, even if you open your eyes, you still can't see anything.

However, when you close your eyes, you appear much more peaceful.

Actually, I am not used to dissecting corpses with their eyes open. I always feel like the dead body is watching me dissecting, which is a weird feeling.

I then checked your ear canal and nostrils. Everything was normal in your ear canal. There was some foamy substance in your nostrils, so I took a sample with a cotton swab.

Your tongue was still sticking out slightly, so I clamped the tip of your tongue with pliers and pulled it out.

I pulled your tongue out easily, and it was obvious that the cartilage at the root of your tongue was broken.

I captured you like this with my camera.

After the photoshoot, I put my tongue back into your mouth.

You opened your mouth stiffly, as if asking me a question. I held your chin with my hand and helped you close your mouth.

Now, you seem more peaceful, as if you are asleep.

Fortunately, even if you lie on a cold stainless steel table or sleep naked in an air-conditioned room, you will not have a chance of catching a cold.

I turned your unconscious head with my hands and felt that your cervical vertebrae were not broken.

At this time, Feina pushed the door open and came in. She said, "No problem. I've tested HIV, hepatitis A, B, C, and D. Even the flu was negative. What a pity. If such a healthy girl hadn't been killed, I don't know how long she could have lived."

"Oh, how pitiful."

I agreed, took off my gloves with confidence, and started to examine your breasts.

I'll slowly stroke along the underside of your breast, checking for any lumps.

My hand slowly moved upwards, and when it reached the areola, I pinched it to feel the situation deep inside.

Fina stood by and watched my operations with wide eyes.

I really don’t know what she is thinking.

Next I press my hands on your abdomen.

Your abdominal organs appear normal.

I asked Fena to take a test tube and place it on your urethra. Then I pressed your lower abdomen lightly, and a stream of yellow urine shot out of you.

Only a little of the urine entered the test tube, and the rest sprayed onto the dissecting table and Fina's hands.

Fena frowned, quickly placed the test tube on the test tube rack, and turned on the faucet to rinse her hands.

As for me, I have already opened your pink labia, held the gauze with tweezers, and reached deep into you to take a sample.

When I took out the gauze, I saw large pieces of yellow mucus on it. I knew that this was the evidence of the crime, so I stuffed the gauze into a test tube.

At this moment, I noticed a detail, your clitoris.

It was actually a little different from the other female corpses. It was longer than usual and visibly a little congested.

Were you very excited when you died? I fiddled with it with tweezers, and it was surprisingly very elastic.

Haha, I discovered your little secret. If you were alive, how would you react to my behavior? Would you blush, feel shy, excited, or angry? But now, you have no reaction at all, not even a blush on your face.

On the contrary, it was Fina who was blushing as she watched from the side.

Next, check your legs and feet.

Your legs are long and well-proportioned, and so clean that there is not even a mole.

Okay, we've checked the front of your body, now it's time to check the back.

I have to turn you over, but turning you over is a technical job because if you are dead, you will not cooperate with me to turn you over.

I was standing on one side of the dissecting table, or rather on your right.

I grabbed your left shoulder and turned you slightly to the right, grabbed your left arm and put it behind your back first so that when I turned you over, you wouldn't have your left hand pressed under your body.

Now, I will pass my right hand under your right leg and grab the front of your left leg. I will push up your right shoulder with my left hand and pull your left leg with my right hand. With a little force, I will turn you over to the left obediently.

Now, your face is pressed against the cold dissection table, your hair hanging loosely on your shoulders.

Large patches of dark red corpse spots appeared on the back.

I touched your spine with my hand, from your neck to your coccyx, and it seems that your spine is not injured.

I spread your buttocks and observed your anus. Your anus was normal, but I still took a sample with a cotton swab to preserve evidence in case the criminal opened your back door.

I use the same action again to turn you over.

If you close your eyes, you won't know that the cruelest moment has arrived.

I am about to start dissecting you. My mind tells me that you have been dead for a long time, and you will not feel anything during the dissection.

But, emotionally speaking, it is really difficult to dissect a girl as beautiful as you.

However, although it is difficult, we must do it.

This is my job, and you are just the object of my work.

It's like the raw materials in the hands of workers, waiting for me to process.

You were strangled, so the cutting technique was a little different.

Normally, the autopsy of a corpse would start from the shoulders, but for you, I will cut behind your ears.

I picked up the delicate scalpel and cut through the right ear first, then down the neck to the sternum, and then did the same on the left side.

From the junction of the two cuts, cut another cut downwards. When it passes across the chest, your tense breasts will bounce slightly to the sides as if they are liberated.

I bent slightly, drew an arc, went around your belly button, and then continued down to your bulging, hairy mons pubis.

I stopped my hand in time to avoid scratching your sensitive parts.

A Y-shaped cut is formed on your body.

I will use a knife to peel off the skin on the upper part of your Y shape, and then use my hands to "silk--"

With a sound, the skin on your neck was torn apart.

The bright red tissue under your neck appeared in front of me.

You can see that the hateful criminal used a lot of force to strangle you, and the subcutaneous tissue in your neck is already filled with blood.

I asked Fina to record it all with a camera.

While my lovely assistant was taking the picture, I changed the knife. This one was much larger than the scalpel I had used before.

If it's as big as a kitchen knife, we call it a "pi knives".

I held your breast with one hand and held the scalpel with the other, and starting from the midpoint of the Y-shaped incision, I cut your skin and flesh away from your sternum and peritoneum on both sides.

When your muscles and cavity were completely separated, I turned over your two large pieces of skin and flesh. From the cut surface I could see your yellow subcutaneous fat and pink muscles.

I measured the thickness of the fat with a ruler and it was about 1 centimeter. I recorded it on the autopsy form.

For a female corpse like yours, we usually have to check the breasts, so I made a small horizontal cut in your pectoral muscle and took out your breast with tweezers. It can be seen that your breasts are very healthy.

Now, your cavity is completely opened, and your sexy breasts are turned over and lie on the outside of your arms.

I picked up the next tool, and if you saw it, you would be absolutely terrified.

The difference is that my pliers are made of stainless steel and are shiny.

I used it to cut your ribs one by one, and finally, removed your sternum.

Your heart and lungs appeared before my eyes.

I can see that your lungs are deflated and completely deformed.

It is conceivable that when you were being strangled, you must have breathed very hard to inhale life-saving oxygen, but the hateful criminal tightened your trachea and prevented oxygen from entering your lungs.

I put down the forceps, picked up the scissors, cut your aorta and vein, took out your heart, and gave it to Fena.

She will cut open your heart and observe how it responds to lack of oxygen.

And I separated your lungs from your diaphragm, your trachea from your neck tissues, and finally, my tongue from your mouth. Finally, I took out your lungs, trachea and your tongue together and placed them on a small table on the side.

After examining your heart, Fena will slice your lungs.

You don't know that your respiratory system will never return to your body again.

They will be soaked in preservatives, packed in bottles, and used as evidence to accuse the brutal criminal.

Of course, you don’t know you need them anymore. When you die, you no longer need to breathe.

Now that your chest cavity is empty, I will proceed to deal with the internal organs in your abdominal cavity.

I cut your esophagus first, and then used scissors to separate your stomach, liver, intestines, kidneys and other organs from your cavity one by one. Finally, I picked up the delicate scalpel, inserted my left hand into your pelvic cavity, pushed the organs aside, and then, with a clean cut, cut your urethra, vagina and rectum, separating all your internal organs from your body.

I lifted your internal organs completely out with one hand and placed them on the small table.

Dark red blood gushed out of your pussy and asshole, flowed onto the dissecting table, and then flowed out from the drain of the dissecting table.

Now, your cavity is empty, leaving only an inch or so of urethra, vagina, and rectum.

Excuse me, I have to leave you aside with Fena to examine your removed internal organs.

Fina has examined your heart, taken pictures of the myocardial hypoxia and lesions, and then threw your dissected heart into the plastic bucket under the dissecting table.

I separated your internal organs with a scalpel and then opened your stomach and intestines. Based on the way the food was digested, I estimated that you died about 6 hours after eating.

We dissected your precious internal organs one by one and threw them into the plastic bucket below.

Finally, only your pelvic organs are left.

Your bladder has deflated. After cutting it open, you can see that the inner wall is smooth and has no lesions.

I'll throw your bladder in the bucket too.

Then they opened your vagina and uterus.

There was a pile of semi-solidified mucus in there, and that guy used a lot of force, causing your vaginal mucosa to be damaged and bleeding in many places.

Poor you, your internal genitals will also say goodbye to you and be soaked in a bottle to be presented as evidence in court.

After working for most of the day, I feel I have been able to prove the process of your murder. There is no need to open your skull and disfigure you.

Your autopsy is now complete.

The subsequent cleanup was originally supposed to be done by Fina, but for you, I decided to do it myself.

I put some cotton and waste paper into your chest cavity to cover your sternum.

Then, pick up the plastic bucket and pour the dissected, useless internal organs into your stomach.

I closed the skin and flesh on your cavity, laid it flat, picked up the needle and thread, and sewed you up.

I sewed very densely, unlike other dead bodies where I had to sew one stitch at a time. For every inch of length, I had to sew about 5 stitches.

Would Fina feel a little weird watching from the side? It took me half an hour to finally sew you up.

I turned on the faucet, picked up the hose, and started to rinse you.

The water is really cold, but you don’t mind, do you? After the autopsy, your body is really dirty, with coagulated blood everywhere. Fortunately, the blood stains disappear once washed with water.

So, rinsing is not difficult and it will be done in a short while.

Fina pushed over a stretcher with a black body bag on it.

I grabbed your hands and feet, pulled you from the dissection table into the body bag on the stretcher, and zipped you up.

I wheeled you to the morgue, opened a freezer, and pushed you in.

After the freezer door is closed, you are lying alone in the dark and cold freezer.

Appendix: The autopsy results of Ye Yuhan's body are as follows: 1. Cause of death: strangling the neck with stockings, resulting in suffocation.

Ye Yuhan's teeth were light rose in color and her hyoid bone was fractured, indicating that she had obvious signs of mechanical asphyxiation and her neck had been subjected to violence before her death.

2. Suicide or homicide: homicide.

3. Estimated time of death: between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. on August 10.

4. Whether there was rape or not: semen was found in the vagina; the hymen was ruptured due to old ruptures, there were lacerations on the vulva, and there were indentations and abrasions on the inner thighs.

The blood type of semen is type A.

5. The blood type of the corpse: O type.

6. Other reference items: Between the nails of the thumb and index finger of the victim’s right hand, there is a piece of skin (Type A) that may be from the scratched area of ​​the offender’s body.

Chapter 3 Dixiang My name is not important, because I am not a big shot. I am just an ordinary undertaker.

However, please don't look down on our industry. Without us, you self-righteous people would only stink in the hospital or rot at home after you die.

I work at a crematorium. It's called a crematorium, but actually, it's together with the funeral home.

When you die, you will be brought here to stay for a few days, whether long or short, and then we will push you to the farewell hall to say goodbye to your relatives and friends.

Finally, we will send you to the corpse furnace and burn you into ashes that will not rot or stink.

I won’t tell you my name, but I can tell you my work number.

I am undertaker No. 311, I am 30 years old and unmarried.

I also have a female partner, No. 363. She is two years younger than me. She is very beautiful, fair-skinned, tall and has an oval face.

When she first came for internship, she was chosen to be the emcee in the farewell hall. However, after only a few days, she said that she couldn't stand listening to funeral music all day and asked to work as a corpse washer in our position.

However, I found that she was particularly interested in young male corpses, so I basically took care of her and let her deal with it when there was such an opportunity.

Of course, she would also leave the beautiful female corpse for me to wash.

Okay, I've talked too much and even revealed a little secret between me and my partner.

Now, it’s time to talk about you, Ye Yuhan.

Of course, I recognize you, Ye Yuhan, but you won’t recognize both of us.

Because when we met, you were already dead.

That day, we heard a notice asking us to go pick up "clients".

363 and I pushed the iron cart and came to the door.

I saw a white body package and a black plastic body bag on the ground in front of the door.

One end of the black body bag was on the ground, and the other end was slanted on the white package.

363 and I picked up the black body bag and placed it on the iron cart. Then we leaned over to pick up the white package and placed it on top of the body bag.

Then I walked in front, pulling the iron cart up the ramp and into the building.

363 followed carefully behind, guarding the package and preventing it from rolling off the body bag.

We walked through a corridor and entered the corpse receiving hall.

This is a no-entry place. You must have never been here before.

The inspection tables used to have cement countertops, but they were recently remodeled and covered with tiles.

There are four tables, three of which are occupied and my colleagues are busy.

It seems that 363 and I can only share one examination table.

363 and I put the package on the inspection table first.

363 touched the middle of the package and said with a smile, "It's good. I'll take care of it."

Then she began to untie the ties around the package.

I pushed the iron cart to the other side of the platform and unzipped my pants, and then I saw you.

Even though you are dead, with nothing on, and your eyes closed, you are still so beautiful.

However, there were those nasty marks of anatomical sutures on your body, like a two-headed snake, lying on your chest and abdomen.

I grabbed your upper arms and thighs and turned you, cold as a log, onto the examination table.

At this time, 363 also untied the tie of the package. She grabbed a corner of the white shroud and pulled it hard. A male corpse rolled out of the package.

Like you, he was also naked, and he was rolling with great momentum. If you weren't there, he would probably have rolled over to the other side.

Now, since you were sharing an examination table with him, he slammed into you.

His face was pressed against yours, his shoulders pressed against your back, his limp cock pressed against the side of your ass, one of his legs was pressed against your legs, and one of his hands rested on your plump ass.

I know you won't care and won't sue him for being a hooligan.

363 Grab his shoulders and pull him to the side of the table, and I will turn you over too.

I saw your dissection mark again, it's really annoying.

I couldn't help but frown.

I walked to your heel and took a look at the corpse tag hanging on the big toe of your left foot, only then did I realize that your name was Ye Yuhan.

Now, we're going to start your autopsy.

The autopsies we perform here are different from those performed in forensic laboratories.

We don’t care how you died. What we care about is whether you are really dead, whether your body is intact, whether you are fresh, and whether you need embalming.

According to the procedure, I should check your pupils, just like 363 across the street did to the male corpse, to confirm death.

This is very important because the treatments that need to be done next, such as disinfection, preservation, refrigeration, etc., are all destructive and irreversible.

If the person is not dead, he will die after all this trouble.

So, our first step is to confirm that the person lying in front of us is dead.

However, this is not necessary for you. You have been dissected and must be dead.

I opened your mouth and found you had no tongue.

Poor Yuhan, where is your tongue? I can smell a hint of blood and some indescribable scent from your mouth.

It seems that you have been dead for some time and your body is no longer the freshest.

I continued to touch your breasts, they were already hard and felt cold.

Dear Yuhan, you have become a piece of frozen meat in the air conditioner.

I pried open your lower lips again, and a stream of blood flowed out.

Poor thing, they cut off all your good things.

Well, it seems there is nothing to check.

You are still intact on the outside, but everything inside has been touched.

I took the corpse tag off your toe, took it to a row of terminals in the corner, entered your information into the computer, and then printed out a few notes.

I went back to you and placed the widest piece of number paper on your chest. Your body number was printed on it - A2015081815, which means you are the 15th dead person we have accepted today.

With this number, we will be able to find you easily in the future.

I got out my camera and took a headshot of you.

Then, I put the number paper aside and took a full-body photo of you.

I took a few more photos of the dissection marks on your body.

Afterwards, I turned you over and took a full-body photo of your back.

I don’t know how many photos the forensic doctor took of you. These may be the last photos of you left in this world.

I don't mean to take nude photos of you. We have to take photos of all the dead people who come to our place. We call this the entry image record. We have to record the appearance of each dead body when it comes in to avoid disputes with the family members in the future.

After taking the photo, I turned you over and put the narrow waterproof paper strip I had just printed on your ankle, which had the barcode of your corpse number on it.

Do you feel like you have become an object? For us, the corpse is an object we need to process.

The final product is people’s ashes.

After the autopsy is completed, I will pull you onto the iron cart.

363 asked me to wait a moment. She was putting a barcode label on the male corpse. His body number was A2015081816.

I pushed the iron cart to her side, and then, together with her, we pushed the male corpse on top of you.

The male corpse had his head resting on your feet, his butt on your thighs, and one of his stinky feet was pressing on your face.

Of course, you won’t care if you’re dead.

At least you have a companion to accompany you through this final horrific journey.

363 and I pushed you to the body-washing workshop.

When I entered the workshop, I saw a small pool like a swimming pool in the middle of the room.

We pushed the iron cart to the edge of the pool. I gently pushed the male corpse and he slid down obediently, falling into the pool with a splash. He soon sank to the bottom of the pool and lay there on his back.

Now, it's your turn to go into the pool. I'll flip you off the iron plate and you'll fall into the pool with a splash.

It seems that you are relatively light and did not sink quickly. You face down and a string of bubbles come out of your asshole, but finally, you still sink.

As luck would have it, your head fell between the legs of your corpse partner, your mouth directly kissed his penis, and your hairy belly fell on his face.

Of course, I know you didn't mean it, but I feel like you two dead people are really destined to be together. In your next life, you should be husband and wife, haha.

After half an hour, you should be done soaking.

363 and I returned to the pool, took the iron hook, hooked your neck and thighs, hooked you up, and put you by the pool.

Then, hook your corpse companion, and soon he will be hooked up and placed next to you.

Now, it's time to rinse you.

I pulled up your feet and took you to the shower.

The floor was paved with tiles, which were very smooth, and you had just been fished out and were still wet, so it was effortless to drag you.

Also, it won't chafe the skin on your back or butt.

After I dragged you to the body-washing area, I let go of your hands and your feet naturally fell to the ground, making a "bang" and "bang" sound.

Two sounds.

You lie there straight with your eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

I spray soap on you and then use a brush with a long wooden handle to scrub you.

Start with your face and work your way down to your entire body.

At the same time, 363 is also brushing your corpse companion on the side.

After washing your front, I will insert my rain boots into your back, turn you over with my feet, spray soap on your back, and scrub it clean with a brush.

Soon, your whole body was scrubbed by me. I put down the brush, picked up the pipe, and started to wash the soap foam off your body.

After washing your back, I will use my feet to turn you over again and wash your front to thoroughly wash you.

Then, push the car to your side.

Over there, 363 has also finished washing. Come over and help me get you on the iron cart.

I used a bath towel to dry your whole body.

I took out my tool box, opened a bottle and took out a large ball of cotton.

I tear the cotton into several pieces and stuff the cotton into your nostrils and ears first.

Then they pry open your mouth and stuff a large ball of cotton deep down your throat.

You are a female corpse, so your vagina and urethra must be plugged.

I spread your legs, opened your labia majora, and stuffed a ball of cotton into your pussy.

I know you were dissected and it's broken inside, so it's not stuffed too deep.

I pulled your arm, asked you to turn sideways, and stuffed your anus with cotton.

Now, all your holes have been plugged with cotton, and I'm going to let you lie flat. You have to know that you have been dead for a few days, and you have been dissected and taken out of the freezer, so I have to take some antiseptic measures on you.

I took a large syringe, drew out 100cc of preservative fluid, and injected it into your stomach.

When we're done, I'll work with 363 to put you in a body bag.

The body bags we use here are different from the ones used in the forensic lab to hold you. They're white and translucent. We put you in them and zip them up.

I found an empty spot, pulled out the large stainless steel platter, pulled you onto it, and shoved the platter into the rack.

I noticed that the seat next to you is also empty, which is perfect for your corpse partner. Let him accompany you to sleep here.

Chapter 4 Burning Incense My name is not important, some of you will meet me in the end.

But you won’t see me, because when you meet me, you should have your eyes closed.

You will not be happy to see me, because I am the boiler operator at the crematorium, my work number is 521, and I am responsible for your harmless and inorganic treatment.

You may argue that you are a good person and would never harm anyone, so why should you render it harmless?

But when you die and become a corpse, things will be different. You will rot, stink, spread plague, and pollute the environment. Tell me, are you very harmful? Now, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for youA2015081815.

Sorry, I don't know your name.

In our cremation workshop, there is no need to know the name of the dead person. All we need to do is burn you.

I saw the list of bodies that would be transported to the crematorium today on the intranet, and I paid special attention to you, A2015081815. Based on the information, I know that you are a female, only 24 years old.

I don't know how you died, but young female corpses are rare here.

Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, a body truck brought in a batch of dead bodies, including six coffins.

Among them, three are paper coffins and the other three are wooden.

We pulled the paper coffin straight in and stood at the end of the line for cremation.

The wooden coffin is to be recycled and reused, so the body in the wooden coffin needs to be removed and cremated separately.

My colleague used a crowbar to pry open the first wooden coffin, which was an old man, and they dragged him to the queue.

I noticed a coffin nearby with a label on it: A2015081815. I finally got you.

I ran to your coffin first, pried open the coffin lid with a crowbar, then pushed the lid open with force, and kicked the coffin over. You rolled out like a piece of wood, and lay on the ground beside the coffin.

From the back, I saw your long black hair draped over your shoulders, you were wearing a white high-waisted dress and a pair of branded black high-heeled sandals on your feet.

It makes your body, which is neither fat nor thin, particularly attractive.

I inserted the crowbar under you and turned you over, and I finally saw your face.

Your beauty exceeded my expectation. It seemed that the makeup artist had put a lot of effort into you. Your closed eyes were covered with long and thick eyelashes. Your face was covered with a thick layer of foundation, covering up your dead appearance. Your cheeks and lips were painted light red, bringing a bit of life to you.

Wow, 1815, you are really a Sleeping Beauty.

However, what catches my eye more is the dress you are wearing, which looks like a good item.

I turned your head and took a look at the trademark behind your neck. Wow, it's Armani. The high-heeled sandals were even more expensive, they were actually Chanel. Your family really spends money.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud with pride. Your family actually didn't know that you can't take anything with you when you are born. They were willing to let you wear such expensive clothes, but I couldn't bear to burn them.

Hehe, it’s my turn to get rich. I’m on duty today and I want to keep you here.

At this moment, I heard Lao Zhou next to me also saying "Hey hey"

He smiled. He had already turned out the last corpse from the wooden coffin and was looking at the label on the back of the corpse's collar. He probably found a good deal.

He made a face at me and we knew what was going on.

Lao Zhou and I put you and the male corpse with the body number A2015081816 onto the iron cart and pushed you two to the end of the line.

There are two furnaces in our workshop. Lao Zhou and I replaced the original boiler operator. We added 10 minutes to each body that we burned. In this way, when the furnace was shut down at 5:30, you and 0516 were left behind and had to wait until tomorrow to burn the body.

I don’t know if you would be happy if I let you stay in this world for one more night.

Anyway, I'm in a good mood.

I can sell your clothes and high-heeled sandals on Taotao and get a lot of money.

After dinner, Lao Zhou and I returned to the workshop, pushed you two to the corner between two furnaces, and started working.

I pushed you, turned you sideways, and pulled the zipper on your back all the way down to above your butt. At this moment, I smelled the odor on your body, which was a mixture of formaldehyde and corpse odor.

Alas, as beautiful as you are, after death you will be nothing more than a piece of dead meat that will rot and stink.

I'll first take your shoulders off, then let you lie flat and slowly pull your clothes down.

I pulled it very carefully because the clothes were too valuable and I couldn't let them get damaged.

Slowly, I pulled the collar to your chest, and as I expected, the makeup artist didn't put any underwear on you.

Normally, they don't put underwear on the corpse.

Underwear is worn to make people feel comfortable, and outerwear is worn to cover up.

Since you dead bodies have no feelings, there is no need to put underwear on you.

At this moment, I discovered that you, this dead girl, had been dissected, and there were stitches on your body from the dissection.

Poor girl, how did you die? Does it hurt during the autopsy? I pulled your collar and climbed over the peak of your chest.

I didn't expect that after being dead for so long, after being dissected and refrigerated, and even though your body had begun to rot slightly, your breasts were still so firm and stiff.

With great difficulty, I managed to lift the collar over your highest peak, revealing your nipples which had turned black but were still hard.

Wow, your breasts are in such a sexy shape, if it weren't for anatomy, they would be a perfect pair of breasts.

Finally, the skirt was taken off to your waist, and I could free your stiff arms. Next, it will be much more convenient.

I pulled my skirt down further, revealing your hillock covered with black grass, the place you least wanted others to see.

Your thick big lips tightly clamp your thin, slightly open little lips, and in between is a ball of white cotton.

I touched your sensitive areas with my hands, they didn't feel cold and there was no reaction at all.

Now, I'm going to overcome the last obstacle in your life.

I turned you sideways again and pulled the hem of your skirt down to under your butt.

Your butt is still sexy, but your skin color is no longer the healthy skin color of a normal person, but the grayish white color of a dead person.

Your chrysanthemum is blooming, with a stamen made of white cotton in the middle.

I asked you to lie down flat, and pulled the skirt over your legs and completely out from under your feet, then I took off your high-heeled sandals.

Haha, this expensive skirt and sandals belong to me. I will sell them online tomorrow. A few thousand dollars should not be a problem.

At this time, Lao Zhou also took off the expensive suit from the male corpse.

We push the two of you together and let you lie side by side.

You, man and woman, will lie together in this dark place all night, naked except for the corpse tags on your ankles.

Your pussy and asshole are stuffed with cotton, your handsome guy won't help you to take them out and then do some lovemaking.

The next day, Lao Zhou and I got up early, had breakfast, and rushed to the workshop.

Of course, you two were still lying there, but in the morning light, your ashen complexion looked a little ugly.

And the stench of your two corpses has become even stronger.

We quickly lit the stove before other colleagues arrived.

I pushed you to the furnace and pulled you onto the conveyor belt.

You are lying on the conveyor belt, with the corpse furnace already lit behind you.

You sleep peacefully, not knowing that you are about to turn into ashes.

I then pressed the button, the furnace door opened, you turned your head inside, and were slowly sent into the corpse refining furnace by the conveyor belt.

The furnace door was closed, I ran to the furnace, and looked at you in the furnace through the small window.

"coax"

With a bang, flames sprayed onto your naked, gray body from both sides and above.

Your long hair and your pubic hair were the first to be ignited, and your whole body began to twitch, as if in pain.

However, I know that it is just because your muscle fibers are contracting due to the high temperature. Your dead brain cannot feel the pain of the fire at all.

You struggle

You tried to "sit up", and when you were halfway up, your stomach split open, your messy internal organs flowed out, and your breasts spread to the sides and turned brown in the fire.

You finally sat up at 90 degrees, but it seemed that you were no longer able to resist or struggle. You fell to the left and lay on your side in the furnace.

Then, your legs slowly come together, and your legs and feet are burned by fire, turning yellow and black.

Your plump butt is also starting to burn.

I walked back to the furnace and opened the door. In order to make you burn evenly, I would use an iron to poke you open.

I used the iron to poke your charred ass, into the place where your anus used to be, and then stirred it, and your carbonized legs were spread apart and fell off.

Your most private part is unprotected and exposed to the flames.

I will use the iron to turn you over, so that your chest and abdomen are facing the flames.

As I turned you over, you poor thing stopped "struggling", your limbs and head were separated from your torso, and you broke into pieces and burned in the fire.

I closed the furnace door, unable to bear to watch your delicate body melt in the high temperature.

After about an hour, the fire in the furnace automatically became smaller and the steel plate at the bottom of the furnace retreated.

Your delicate body is no longer on the steel plate. All that is left are some exploded, charred bones and a pile of white ashes.

These horrible things were once you, a beautiful girl.

They were once your beautiful face, your charming breasts, your sexy ass and your mysterious and sensitive pussy.

Now, all these beautiful things have been burned and turned into bones and ashes. From now on, you no longer exist in this world.

With a brush and shovel I swept your horrible mess into an iron bucket, put a sign on it that said 1815, and left your remains to cool naturally.

Two hours later, I poured all the cooled remains of you into the grinder. As the grinder blades turned at high speed, your bones turned into tiny particles and fell into the plate below.

Now, this pile of stuff on the plate that we call ashes is the final product made from the raw materials we used you as.

I scooped up some of the ashes with a spoon and put them into a white cloth bag. Then, according to your body number, I found the beautiful urn labeled A2015081815 and put the white cloth bag into the urn.

These ashes represent who you were in the past.

I saw the photo on the urn, and also saw your name - Ye Yuhan.

You don't care where the rest of you goes, do you? They will be poured into the waste bin and mixed with the ashes of other corpses (such as your corpse partner 0516). When they are concentrated to a certain amount, they will be taken away and spread on farmland as fertilizer.

Maybe, soon you will turn into a green leaf, or a flower, or a tempting fruit.

Anyway, you will return to nature and become part of nature's great cycle.

Postscript: On the day Ye Yuhan was cremated, Yang Hongxing was unfortunately raped and murdered, so the investigation of Ye Yuhan's murder case was frustrated and misled, but the murderer was caught two months later.

He received the punishment he deserved and was sentenced to death. After his death, he received the same treatment as Ye Yuhan and his body returned to nature.

In the moment before his death, he seemed to see Ye Yuhan looking at him from the sky.