The soul that has gone and returned

  When my uncle came back, I had just finished eating instant noodles. The old man looked at me and saw that I was still messy, but he only gave me a white eye. While grumbling that cooking wouldn't kill him, he started making tomorrow's breakfast in the kitchen, along with my midnight snack.

  Ming Yan looked at me with inquiring eyes, I scratched my head, "Uncle, don't worry, he can't see you, just be a good person and don't scare him."

  Ming Yan listened and nodded in understanding.

  Bored and pressing the remote control, flipping back and forth through just a few dozen channels, finally stopping at the local news focus.

  My uncle cut the fruit and placed it in front of me, while Ming Yan remained seated on the sofa beside me, eyeing my uncle as if observing his next move to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

  My uncle coughed and I frowned, looking at him, feeling that something was wrong with him lately. He always advised me to go to the hospital for a check-up when I had time, but he just said it was fine after taking medicine.

  Incidentally, I turned my head to look at the TV, which was broadcasting a traffic accident that had just occurred on the highway. The owner of the vehicle involved in the accident died on the spot, and the front of the car was severely deformed. According to the police investigation, it was caused by the thick fog, which made it impossible for the driver to brake in time.

  Another car also had casualties, the driver was slightly injured, but his son sitting in the front passenger seat and his wife in the back seat were knocked unconscious on the spot. There was also a 15- or 16-year-old girl who died on the spot, reportedly due to intracranial hemorrhage.

  The deceased was mosaiced and couldn't see what she looked like, but I could tell from her clothes that it was the little girl I helped during the day without a doubt. It should have been shortly after her death, knowing that her brother and mother had an accident, and she couldn't let go of her obsession to stop the car on the road!

  Luckily I caught up with her and was able to lend a helping hand.

  Uncle took a sip of hot tea, blew out the hot air and sat down beside me, looking very serious and regretful. "Poor thing, such a young age and already met with an accident," he said. "The body of this little girl was sent to our morgue today. Old Wang said that three days later, her father will hold a grand farewell ceremony for his daughter. He said you're brave and meticulous, so it's up to you to do the makeup for this little one."

  "Isn't it? What a coincidence?" Helping ghosts during the day is one thing, but helping corpses after two days?

  "What does it mean?" My uncle looked at me with a puzzled expression, very confused.

  I knew I had misspoken, so I made up a lie and said that I saw the news today, coincidentally meeting him in person two days later. This explanation was passable, and my uncle didn't say anything else, just saying that this is how the profession is, and it's also a kind of fate.

  Fate? It's more like a curse! I've been there for over a year, from being a rookie to passing the assessment and staying on, I've seen all sorts of things. Is it all just fate? I'd rather not have it, especially with this guy by my side.

  I gave Ming Yan a sideways glance, and he looked very innocent, not understanding why I was looking at him with that disgusted expression again. However, he still returned a calm smile to me.

  These days, Ming Yan has indeed taken language as practical action, and the yin soul has been following me to class without dispersing. I don't know if it's my illusion, but after Ming Yan appeared today, the ghosts around me seem to have settled down a lot.

  When I was working in the morgue, I carefully helped the corpse make up for its shortcomings. During the break, since there was no one around, I asked him: "Hey, what kind of ghost are you? You appear and those little ghosts don't dare to show up casually, it seems like they're really afraid of you."

  Ming Yan shook his head disbelievingly, "Really? Maybe it's because I've been dead for a longer time, so my ghost energy is heavier!"

  These past few days of being together, I've discovered that this guy's mouth is really tight-lipped. I gave him the cold shoulder for several days in a row, and he didn't tell me anything, as if he was secretly observing me, monitoring me. But this surveillance didn't have any malicious intent, it just kept me on my guard, constantly reminding me of his presence.

  His words are completely unbelievable, even a ghost wouldn't believe the nonsense he's spouting. Anyway, it's not like I can get any answers out of him, so I might as well just ignore him and focus on preparing the little girl's body for burial.

  The child had no wounds on her face, as the injury was in the brain, so makeup was easy. I used the simplest foundation to cover up her pale complexion and simply fixed it up a bit and that's it.

  Additionally, she was wearing a specific dress that made her look completely like a sleeping porcelain doll, not at all like a dead person. Unfortunately, she had already passed away and would never come back to life.

  Regretfully shaking his head, he put away the tools and prepared to go out for lunch. As he turned around to change in the locker room, the little girl's soul appeared before me and Ming Yan.

  She smiled faintly and walked towards me, still with the same appearance as that day, elegant and lovely. "Big sister, I..."

  I stared with wide eyes and stood still for a long time, opening my mouth for half a day before finally asking, "You, why haven't you left yet?"