Fragrant Death and Abrupt Death (Heavy Taste)

My name is Ye Yuhan, I'm 24 years old, and I work as a saleswoman at the sales office of Juneng Real Estate Company
.

Our company's summer uniform consists of a fitted pink suit, a white shirt, flesh-colored stockings
or pantyhose, and company-issued gold high-heeled sandals.

The sandals are made of sexy sequins, with only three thin straps, yet their design is
ingenious and incredibly sexy: two straps cover the toes, and the third crosses the instep from the inside of the front of the shoe, loops around the rounded
heel, crosses again with itself, and then reaches the outside of the front of the foot. The entire sandal is a standard "
slingback," making our feet appear supple and long.

The elegant rose-red gradient stiletto heels are 10 centimeters high, and the bright red soles add to the overall sexiness
.

This morning, a new client I didn't know came to our company to look at houses, and I greeted him with a smile.

I noticed that while his eyes were on me, he swallowed hard.

"Sir, hello, this is the Zhonghai West Coast residential complex of our Juneng Group. This is
a new 92-square-meter, two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, designed entirely in a European style. This is a model of the floor plan. All our apartments in Zhonghai West Coast are
currently available for immediate occupancy. If you're interested, I can take you to see it later."

I asked in a charmingly coquettish voice, my go-to method for attracting clients, and it worked wonders.

"This apartment layout is nice, it faces north and south, right? The ventilation should be good!"

the man said nonchalantly.

"Don't worry about that. This apartment has excellent north-south ventilation. In the summer, just open the windows and you
'll feel a strong breeze. The natural light is also excellent; there are no tall buildings in front, so it gets sunlight all day long.
"

"Hmm, not bad. I'll think about it. Please give me your business card."

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

He took the business card and glanced at it. "Ye Yuhan! A very nice name!"

"Thank you! If you're interested in buying, just call this number. I'm available 24/7. Look
, this is it."

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

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

He smiled at me.

I quickly handed him a large stack of documents, which he took, and then said goodbye.

I only served this one customer that morning. At noon, I took my colleague Yang Hongxing to Pizza Hut. Yang Hongxing is
a little 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 and are preparing to get married in October . I
've already prepared my red envelope, haha.

At 3:30 pm, I received a call from an unknown number.

"Hello, is this Ms. Ye Yuhan? I'm the customer who came this morning."

"Hello, would you like to see the property?"

I asked.

"Yes, I'd like to check out the surrounding area first."

"Okay, when do you plan to look?"

"How about now? I'm free."

"Now, okay! Alright! How about we meet at the North Gate of Zhonghai West Bank later?"

"Okay, see you later."

He hung up the phone.

"Hongxing, I'm taking a client to see a house, I won't be back if it's late."

I said to Yang Hongxing.

"Okay, Sister Yuhan, be careful on the road."... As soon as I got out of the taxi, the client from this morning
got out of the taxi in front of me.

"Hello, beautiful Ms. Ye Yuhan."

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

I smiled at him, gestured for him to walk ahead, and led him towards the residential area.

"Be careful walking, it's rained these past few days, the roads inside might be difficult to walk on, just
follow me."

I said, entering the residential area and leading the way.

The roads in this neighborhood are really difficult to walk on. It's not so much that the roads aren't finished, but rather that they
haven't been repaired at all. One muddy mound after another, and I waddled along in my high-heeled sandals
.

Some mud splattered onto my flesh-colored stockings.

This evening is going to be busy.

Finally, we arrived at our destination.

"Let's look at the second floor first! The layout is the same. The price is 100 yuan per square meter for each floor above that
. Right now, we only have the second, third, fifth, eighth, twelfth, and thirteenth floors left, and the top floor,
which has an attic,"

I explained.

"Let's do it your way! I'll see and then decide which floor to buy."

We went inside the house.

Just as I was about to speak, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my breast. I immediately slapped his hand away and
said, "What are you doing!"

He leered and said, "Miss Ye, you're so beautiful, your breasts are so big! I couldn't resist grabbing them
."

I shouted, "You're a lunatic, get out! Or I'll call the police!"

He stood up, leering as he walked over.

He said, "Go ahead and call the police! See if you can get there in time."

Then he suddenly reached out and grabbed my breast. I immediately resisted, hitting his hand hard while screaming
for help.

Hearing me scream for help, he covered my mouth with his hand, pushed me down onto the wooden floor, and then pinned my legs down with his
lower body , groping my body with one hand. No matter how much I resisted, I couldn't push him away.

After groping for a while, he lowered his head and started kissing my neck, occasionally trying to kiss my lips. I desperately
shook my head to avoid his mouth, preventing him from kissing me.

He suddenly grabbed my chin with one hand, twisting my head towards him, and then he lunged at me to kiss me. I
immediately shut my mouth tightly, trying to stop his tongue from entering.

I shook my head frantically, hitting him hard with my hands, and slapped him hard across the face.

It must have hurt him, because he paused for a moment.

I saw a fierce glint in his eyes, and then he slapped my left cheek hard. A sharp pain followed, and
my left cheek burned.

He said fiercely, "You slut, you dare hit me? I'll fuck you to death!"

Then he looked around, grabbed my hand, and dragged me
towards .

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

Seeing my resistance, he said fiercely, "You damn slut, you can't escape, I'm going to fuck you today!
"

After saying that, he dragged me towards the bedroom even harder and pushed me to the ground.

After pushing me to the ground, he immediately ran to lock the bedroom door. I screamed for help, but
since the doors and windows were closed, no one outside could hear me.

He looked for a while and then came over. I thought he was going to hit me, so I desperately backed away.

He quickly came over and pressed down on me. His breathing was heavy. He kissed me like a beast
while pushing up my clothes and E-cup bra with his hands, and my snow-white breasts popped out.

Seeing my breasts jump in front of him, I was overwhelmed with shame and turned my face away.

I wanted to scream for help, I wanted to struggle, but I knew it was useless here! He squeezed
my breasts hard, hurting me, and my screams were useless, so I could only kick him with my feet.

Seeing this, he used the same trick again, pressing my legs down with his lower body and legs, preventing me from resisting
, ignoring my pain, and desperately kissing and squeezing my nipples and breasts.

In this place, my resistance was completely futile! After struggling a few times, I had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly buried his face in my breasts, licking and biting them! "No!"

I couldn't help but cry out.

But my nipples were shamelessly licked until they stood erect.

"Don't do this! Please..."

His hands rubbed my chest hard, which hurt at first, but later, it became more and more stimulating
... I was so lewd! Although I said no, some vaginal fluid was secretly flowing out! After playing with me
for a while reached down and pulled my skirt up a little, stroking my private parts through my underwear
.

I let him touch me for a while, and even though I was about to be raped, I was aroused. I felt my
vaginal fluid secreting more, and the pleasure was constantly stimulating me. I thought to myself, "So being raped can be
pleasurable."

He couldn't wait any longer after touching me through my underwear, so he sat up and took off his own clothes and pants,
then forcefully pulled down my underwear and touched my labia directly with his hand.

After touching me for a while, he said, "Beautiful lady, you feel something even when you're being raped! Doesn't it feel good? There's
more to come!"

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

"Looks like you're no longer a virgin, and you're still a black-skinned girl. No wonder you're so wet, you're such a slut
!"

At this point, I was desperate, and my resistance wasn't as strong as before. I let him touch my private parts,
and my pleasure grew stronger and stronger.

After a few minutes, he couldn't hold back anymore. I was also getting hot all over from his touch, my forehead was covered with tiny beads
of sweat, my breathing became rapid, and my lower body was burning hot. My vagina was also leaking a lot of vaginal fluid.

He stripped off my top and skirt, and then took off my high-heeled sandals and stockings, so I was
completely naked.

After undressing me, he lifted my legs with his hands and knelt opposite me. I knew he was going to penetrate me
, so I

rubbed my legs together forcefully, trying to get away from him. Seeing that I was still resisting, he pressed my legs down hard, then rubbed his penis against my vaginal opening
a few times before forcefully thrusting it in. As soon as

he penetrated me, I felt a mixture of shame and excitement. I thought, "It's already like this,
there's no point in resisting," so I closed my eyes, turned my head to the side, hoping it would all end quickly.

With each thrust, my pleasure intensified. Although I was being raped, more and more fluid
flowed , and I began to moan softly, accepting the pleasure emanating from below.

After a few minutes, seeing that I wasn't resisting, he pulled his penis out, then spread my legs
apart. He pressed down on me again, thrusting his penis into my vagina.

While thrusting forcefully, he grabbed my breasts and kissed the back of my ears and neck.

He breathed heavily in my ear, saying, "Beautiful lady, is it good? Your cunt is
getting ! Am I fucking you good?"

Then he thrust into me a few more times.

At this point, I couldn't speak; I could only close my eyes, shamefully accepting the pleasure of being raped.

He continued kissing me, grabbing my breasts, and thrusting his penis into me.

My moans grew louder, which excited him even more, and he thrust harder and harder.

After about ten minutes, he whispered in my ear, "Beautiful lady, enjoying it? Come on, let's
change positions."

I didn't answer him, letting him pull his penis out.

After pulling it out, he held my waist with both hands and flipped me over. I followed his guidance and
flipped my body over so I was lying face down.

Then he pulled me up with both hands on my waist, so I was kneeling on the floor with my upper body on the floor
.

After positioning me, he patted my buttocks, then touched my labia with his hand, saying,
"Beautiful lady, your buttocks are so pretty! You're quite wet! Are you enjoying it?"

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

As he thrust in, we both

cried out "Ah..." At this moment, I was truly conquered by this special feeling and stopped resisting.

He held my buttocks with both hands, his penis thrusting forcefully into my vagina. I moaned softly,
slowly savoring the feeling—it was both pleasurable and shameful.

With each thrust, I became more and more engrossed, my moans growing louder. I began to slowly feel his
penis moving inside me, and I could feel that it wasn't too big or too small, unlike the penises I'd had in previous sexual encounters.
I'd say I'm about average for a man, and my vagina was secreting more and more fluid.

"Damn! So good! This cunt is so tight and wet, it's so good to fuck!"

The man looked blissful, his thrusts becoming more and more forceful, as if he wanted to break me.

He was right; I could feel my body constantly secreting fluid, my crotch was soaking wet,
even more so than the most wanton prostitute.

Every time he thrust in and out, there were lewd, wet sounds, making me blush with shame.

I enjoyed this for about ten minutes, then suddenly I heard him breathing heavily, and his thrusts became faster and faster.
Realizing he was about to ejaculate, I immediately said, "Don't ejaculate inside! Please, please don't ejaculate
inside..."

He ignored my pleas and continued to thrust forcefully, faster and faster, almost reaching the point of ejaculation.

I pushed his thighs away with both hands, begging him not to ejaculate inside.

Suddenly he yelled, and I felt something hot shoot into my vagina! He actually ejaculated
inside me, forcefully pulling my buttocks towards him, pressing them tightly against him.

My buttocks were pressed tightly against his thighs like that, and his penis twitched a few times inside my vagina.
I felt several streams of hot semen shooting into my vagina. At that moment, I cried, thinking, "Today
is my fertile period!"

After he ejaculated, he immediately pulled out his penis and then flipped me over. I was still crying.

Then he straddled 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 to strangle me! I felt the stockings
hurting my neck, and my breathing was blocked. My lungs felt like they were on fire, extremely uncomfortable.

I grabbed the stockings that were strangling my throat with both hands, making "uh...uh..."

sounds.

My shapely legs kicked wildly on the ground, and my whole body convulsed violently.

I could hear the cracking sound of my throat bones being strangled.

My tongue involuntarily stuck out, and my mouth gushed with saliva. Some of it went down my throat, and
some spilled from the corners of

my mouth, running down my face. My face must have turned blue by now.

Strangely, as the stockings tightened, I felt my private parts start to heat up and itch. Then I felt my breasts
swell and harden, my whole body began to feel hot, and my heart raced. Was this the pleasure of sexual asphyxiation
? Then, as if with a snap, a sharp pain shot through the base of my tongue. My tongue, sticking out of my mouth, seemed unable to retract
. My consciousness gradually blurred, my eyes involuntarily rolled upwards, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of my mouth.

The burning sensation in my lungs grew stronger, and my brain was buzzing. I felt like I was about to die.

Meanwhile, the pleasure in my private parts intensified. I felt more and more vaginal fluid being secreted, and I
was about to urinate.

I wanted to just urinate, but my remaining sense of self-restraint prevented me from abandoning my ladylike image. I decided
to hold on until I died. It seemed that death was inevitable today.

My life has been a complete failure. I've had a few relationships, but they all ended in breakups.
I doubt any ! Hongxing said she's bringing several clients to see the apartment tomorrow.
Will they pee their pants when they see my gruesome corpse? Ah… God… I… I'm done again… Damn it! I even squirted
! Ah… I can't hold my pee anymore… Finally, I'm done peeing. Now I'm almost strangled to death, everything is blood
red, my legs have stopped kicking, and I don't have the strength to hold onto my stockings anymore.

I'm dying. I'm only 24 years old! Fate is so cruel! Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented
sense of ease. My body no longer felt heavy; instead, I felt like I was floating. My mind and body were incredibly relaxed
, as if all the unbearable pain had left me. Where am I? I looked around. I was still in
the same place, but the difference was that I was truly floating in mid-air, and my body was transparent.
It took me a while to realize—I'm dead.

I'm really dead.

I saw my naked body pinned beneath a man, lying face up on the floor,
legs spread wide, a large puddle of liquid near my genitals—probably
a mixture —flowing down the floor to one side… I remembered, this was my corpse, I was
dead. This body of mine, Ye Yuhan, was naked, my face contorted, my black hair disheveled, my tongue half-protruding
. This expression was so different from the self I remembered; it almost startled me. My thighs
were spread wide , my naked body, like the body of the man who was raping and murdering me, was soaked in sweat,
glistening like oil in the moonlight.

Then, a loud "boom" rang in my ears

, and everything went dark—nothing remained… So this is what it feels like to be dead! This was my
last thought.

He continued to strangle me, afraid I wouldn't die.

When he noticed my face was purple, my tongue was sticking out, and my body was completely still, he knew
I, the saleswoman, was indeed dead. He then continued to press his hand on my throat for
several minutes.

After confirming I was dead, he relaxed and rested on my corpse for a moment.

He was drenched in sweat from the exertion.

I was completely unconscious, my beautiful eyes wide open, pupils slowly dilating, my body twisted and
lying on the floor, lifeless.

My eyes were open, and the final expression on my face was one of resentment… “A woman
’s body should be more tense before she dies!”

the man muttered to himself as he confirmed my pitiful death.

He smoked a cigarette, put on his clothes, opened my bag, took all the cash from my wallet,
and left the crime scene.

I lay there limply on the floor, an unresponsive corpse.

My beautiful eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

The man's semen slowly flowed out of my vagina. I spread my legs wide and let it
flow out slowly... The moonlight, like water, shone in through the window and shone on my round and slender legs. The moonlight reflected off my
crystal toenails.

The next morning at ten o'clock, Yang Hongxing brought several clients to the house. As she went up the stairs, she
was thinking, "I don't know what's wrong with Sister Yuhan; she didn't come to work today, and she's not answering her phone. The manager has called her
several times. If she doesn't come soon, she'll probably lose her bonus!"

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

Yang Hongxing introduced to the clients one by one. "Ah!!!!!!!!!..."

She saw me lying on the floor, a completely naked female corpse! Clothes, skirts, high-heeled sandals, underwear, stockings, bags, and other items were scattered around me .
The clothes, skirts, and high-heeled sandals were
exactly the same as what Yang Hongxing was wearing.

Yang Hongxing recognized me immediately—Ye Yuhan, who hadn't come to work today! Yang Hongxing screamed
and fainted. A large amount of urine seeped from her underwear, flowing down her thighs and onto her high-heeled
sandals . The clients quickly helped her up and leaned her against the side, then dialed the police.

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

Chapter One: Scent Examination My name is Gu Yu, and I am a forensic doctor at the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

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

Men, women, young and old, none of them have moved me.

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

That morning, I received a call saying that a murder had occurred in the newly opened Zhonghai West Coast community, and I was to come
immediately .

I rushed to the scene in a police car.

It was a fully furnished apartment that had not yet been sold, and the murder had occurred in the master bedroom of this new apartment.

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

You were very young, only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and quite beautiful.

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

Because you didn't look beautiful at this moment; your distorted face was filled with terror and despair.

You, the dead woman, had a rather alluring figure, your skin still possessing a luminous, smooth
glow .

You had a delicate, tragically beautiful oval face, your eyes lightly lined, your helpless pupils staring at
the ceiling , seemingly filled with a desperate desire to live even in death. Those were beautiful eyes, but sadly, they no longer
held any seductive charm, only the emptiness of death.

A touch of lipstick, a pale pink, remained on your lips, but the trickle of
blood had already congealed, indicating you had been dead for some time.

Judging from your wide-open eyes and gaping mouth, you must have suffered immense shock and pain before your death.

Your large breasts stood erect, these beauties seemingly oblivious to their owner's death,
still proudly thrusting forward, stealing the fiery gazes of everyone! Your legs were spread wide, and there were
traces of semen and urine around your genitals, suggesting you had been raped by the murderer.

A policeman was circling around you, taking pictures of your humiliating state with a camera with a flash.

The junior officer had finished taking his pictures; it was my turn.

I walked over to you, knelt down, and looked at your wide-open eyes. Seeing your dilated pupils, I knew no further examination
was needed ; I could confirm you had been dead for some time.

I noticed the ligature marks on your neck and photographed them with my own camera. I

also took several close-up shots of your face.

I tried to bend your arms; it was quite difficult.

Your rigor mortis had been developing for some time; you were completely stiff.

However, even in your complete stiffness, your chest was more prominent, your purple nipples protruding from your hemispherical breasts
, making you appear even more sensual.

My gaze swept to your genitals.

There, your thick pubic hair was matted together with dirt, looking disheveled.

I thought, a girl like you must have been very clean.

You must have bathed every day while you were alive, keeping your pubic hair neatly groomed.

But now, you'll never clean yourself again.

I took a close-up photo of your genitals with my camera.

Then, I took a cotton swab from the toolbox, dipped it in water, and slowly wiped away the filth, removing
the evidence.

Sigh, if you were alive, would you allow a strange man like me to photograph your genitals and touch that
place ? Somehow, I've done this many times before, but only today do I feel a pang
of guilt, a feeling that I shouldn't have touched that part of you.

But this is my job; I need to avenge you through this humiliating act.

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

Have you ever taken nude photos before? Will this be your first nude photo? I grabbed your left arm,
forcefully turned you over, and then took a full-body photo of your back.

Oh, what an alluring figure, especially your full, sexy buttocks.

You wouldn't believe it, but my penis is already inappropriately erect.

However, dark red lividity had already appeared on your back, indicating that you were just a corpse,
not a beautiful nude model.

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

My colleagues around me watched me do all this, staring at your
anus with the thermometer inserted.

I guess this was a part of you that was ashamed of.

You had farted a lot through this little hole before.

Each time, you probably tried your best to hide it from everyone.

But now, you were exposing yourself to everyone without any concern, letting these police officers see
your shameful little hole.

Five minutes later, I pulled the thermometer out of your anus.

Your anus was still stubbornly open, indicating that your sphincter muscles had lost their
elasticity .

I checked the thermometer; it was only 24 degrees Celsius, almost the same as room temperature.

I believed you had been dead for more than 12 hours.

To protect the evidence, I wrapped your hands in a plastic bag.

Next to you, a black plastic body bag was laid out.

I waved to two junior officers, instructing them to lift your shoulders and feet and place you in the body bag.

Your head and upper body went in smoothly, but your legs remained stubbornly spread wide,

displaying your genitals to everyone, seemingly to draw attention to the fact that you had been raped.

I had to do it myself. I forcefully shoved your feet into the body bag one by one, laboriously zipped it up
, and signaled to the two junior officers to lift you onto the morgue truck and take you to my autopsy lab.

Chapter Two: Dissection. I returned to the station, drank some water in my office, and then rushed to the autopsy room.

You were already there, wrapped in a black body bag, lying on a stretcher, waiting for me.

Waiting with you was my assistant, the newly assigned medical school master's student, Fei Na.

She was considered a beauty in the station, and others couldn't understand why she had chosen to do autopsies.

Once, someone actually asked her directly, and she casually replied, "What's the big deal
? It's just work. We all die, and if the cause of death is unknown, then professionals like us have to
investigate . Maybe one day I'll die too, and then I'll need a teacher,"

she pointed to me beside her, "to perform my autopsy and dissect me."

I was so shocked I couldn't speak, and stammered, "How could that be? You're so young, you won't
die before the teacher. You'll be the one dissecting the teacher."

From then on, every time I saw Fina's back, I would remember her words about me dissecting her, and
the image of her lying on the dissection table would always appear in my mind.

But today, it's not her I'm dissecting, it's you. As

soon as I entered the dissection room, Fina handed me the form.

Every autopsy requires filling out an autopsy form like this. I glanced at it and saw several items already filled in: Name: Ye
Yuhan; Gender: Female; Age: 24; Weight: 45 kg. Ye Yuhan, so you have such a beautiful
name .

At that moment, Fina had already pushed you to the autopsy table and unzipped the body bag, revealing
your naked body.

I stood opposite the autopsy table, grabbed your right hand and right leg, and forcefully pulled you onto the table
.

The stretcher was slightly lower than the table, and you made a loud
"thump" as I pulled you over the edge

.

However, I knew you wouldn't care.

I picked up a syringe, found a vein in your arm, pricked it, and drew about 10 milliliters of
dark red blood.

I injected the blood into a test tube and handed it to Fina, telling her to send it for testing immediately.

This is standard procedure. First, we need to check the blood to determine if the deceased carried any infectious diseases.
If so, we must be fully equipped with level one protective gear from head to toe during the autopsy.

Before the blood test results are available, all I can do is perform a post-mortem examination.

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

Then, I collected your fingerprints, removed the plastic bag from your hands, and used a tool to scrape the nails off
each of fingers, collecting the scraped material into a small plastic evidence bag.

Now, I will begin examining your body from top

to bottom. First, I used tweezers to hold your eyelids wide open.

I saw petechiae in the fundus of your eyes.

"The deceased has obvious petechiae in the fundus, consistent with the characteristics of death by mechanical asphyxiation,"

I said to the voice recorder, which will record what I see during the autopsy for later
report preparation.

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

Dissection is cruel, so don't watch yourself being dissected.

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

However, with your eyes closed, you look much more peaceful.

Actually, I'm not used to dissecting corpses with their eyes open; it always feels like the dead body is watching me dissect, and that
feeling strange.

I then checked your ear canals and nostrils. The ear canals were normal, but there were some foamy substances in your nostrils
, which I sampled with a cotton swab.

Your tongue was still slightly sticking out, so I used forceps to grasp the tip of your tongue and pulled it out.

Your tongue came out easily; clearly, the cartilage at the base of your tongue was broken.

I took a picture of you like this.

After taking the picture, I put your tongue back into your mouth.

You opened your mouth stiffly, as if asking me a question, so I used my hand to hold your chin and close your mouth.

Now, you look even more peaceful, like you're asleep.

Fortunately, even if you were lying naked on a cold stainless steel table in a fully air-conditioned room,
you wouldn't have a chance to catch a cold.

I turned your numb head with my hand and felt that your cervical spine wasn't broken.

At this moment, Fina pushed the door open and came in. She said, "No problem, tested for everything—HIV, hepatitis A, B, C, D—
even the flu was negative. Alas, what a pity, such a healthy girl, who knows how long she would
have lived if she hadn't been killed."

"Alas, poor thing,"

I echoed, and confidently took off my gloves to begin examining your breasts.

I slowly stroked along the lower side of your breasts, checking for any lumps.

My hand slowly moved upwards, and when it reached the areola, I pinched it to feel the deeper area.

Fina stood beside me, watching my actions with wide eyes.

I wonder what she was thinking.

Next, I pressed on your abdomen.

Your abdominal organs all appeared normal.

I had Fina take a test tube and place it on your urethra. Then I gently pressed your lower abdomen, and a stream of
yellow urine shot out from you.

Only a little of that urine went into the test tube; the rest sprayed onto the dissection table and Fina's hands.

Fina frowned, quickly put the test tube back on the rack, and turned on the tap to wash her hands.

As for me, I had already parted your pink labia, and with tweezers holding gauze, I inserted it deep inside you to
collect a sample .

When I removed the gauze, I saw large patches of yellowish mucus stuck to it. I knew this was evidence. I
stuffed the gauze into a test tube.

Then, I noticed a detail: your clitoris.

It was different from other female corpses; it was longer and showed signs of congestion.

Were you very aroused when you died? I touched it with tweezers; it was surprisingly
elastic.

Haha, I've discovered your little secret! If you were alive, how would you react to this?
Would you blush, feel shy, excited, or angry? But you showed no reaction, not even a
blush .

Fina, on the other hand, was blushing furiously watching.

Next, I examined your legs and feet.

Your legs were long and shapely, so clean they didn't even have a mole.

Okay, the front of your body is examined; now for the back. I have to turn you over, but turning you over

is a skill, because you're dead and won't cooperate. 　　I stood on one side of the dissection table, or rather, on your right. 　　I grabbed your left shoulder and slightly rolled you to the right, then grabbed your left arm and placed it behind your back so that when I rolled you over, you wouldn't have your left hand under your body. 　　Now, I slipped my right hand under your right leg and grabbed the front of your left leg, pushed up your right shoulder with my left hand, and pulled your left leg with my right. With a forceful pull, you obediently rolled over to your left. 　　Now, your face was pressed against the cold dissection table, your hair disheveled over your shoulders. 　　Large patches of dark red lividity were visible on your back. 　　I pressed my hand against your spine, from your neck down to your tailbone; it seemed your spine was undamaged . 　　I spread your buttocks to examine your anus; it was normal, but I still took a sample with a cotton swab, just in case the perpetrator had opened your back door—it was to preserve evidence. 　　I rolled you back over using the same movements. 　　You kept your eyes closed, unaware that the most cruel moment was about to begin. 　　I'm about to begin dissecting you. My reason tells me you've been dead for a long time; you wouldn't . 　　But emotionally, dissecting such a beautiful girl like you is truly difficult. 　　However, difficult as it may be, I must do it. 　　This is my job, and you are merely my work subject. 　　Like raw material in a worker's hands, waiting for me to process you. 　　You were strangled, so the technique will be different. 　　Normally, a cadaver dissection begins at the shoulders, but for you, I will start behind your ears. 　　I pick up the delicate scalpel, first the right ear, a single cut down to below the neck, at the junction of the sternum, then the same on the left. 　　From the junction of the two cuts, another cut downwards, and as I slice across your chest, your taut breasts seem to be released , bouncing slightly to the sides. 　　I bend slightly, tracing an arc, around your navel, and continue downwards, all the way to your full, thickly haired mons pubis. 　　I stopped in time to avoid cutting your sensitive areas. 　　A Y-shaped incision was formed on your body. 　　I used the knife to slightly peel away the skin at the top of the Y-shape, and then with a "ripping" 　　sound, I tore open the skin on your neck. 　　The bright red tissue beneath your neck was now laid bare before me. 　　You could see that the despicable criminal had used considerable force to strangle you; the subcutaneous tissue of your neck was already filled bruising. 　　I had Fina record all of this with her camera. 　　While my lovely little assistant was taking pictures, I switched to a different knife, much larger than the scalpel I had used before. 　　It was as big as a kitchen knife; we call it a scalpel. 　　I held your breast in one hand and the scalpel in the other, starting from the midpoint of the Y-shaped incision, and sliced your flesh apart from your sternum and peritoneum. 　　Once your muscles and cavities were completely separated, I turned your two large pieces of flesh inside out, revealing . 　　I measured the thickness of the fat with a ruler; it was about 1 centimeter, which I recorded on the autopsy form. 　　For a female corpse like yours, we routinely examine the mammary glands, so I made a small horizontal incision and used tweezers to remove them. As you can see, your mammary glands are very healthy. 　　Now, your cavity is fully open, and your sexy breasts have been turned over, lying on the outside . 　　I picked up the next tool, one that would absolutely terrify you if you saw it. 　　It was a huge pair of bolt cutters, similar to the . 　　The difference is, mine are stainless steel, shiny. 　　I used them to cut through your ribs one by one, and finally, removed your sternum. 　　Your heart and lungs were now before my eyes. 　　I saw that your lungs were deflated and completely deformed. 　　I can imagine you were desperately trying to breathe as you were being strangled, desperately seeking life-saving oxygen. But the despicable criminal tightened his grip on your trachea, preventing oxygen from entering your lungs. 　　I put down the pliers, picked up scissors, and severed your aorta and veins, removing your heart and handing it Fina. 　　She will cut open your heart to observe its response to oxygen deprivation. 　　I, on the other hand, separated your lungs from your diaphragm, your trachea from your neck tissue, and finally, separated your tongue from your mouth. Finally, I removed your lungs, trachea, and tongue together, placing them on a small table to the side. 　　After examining your heart, Fina will slice your lungs. 　　You will never know that your respiratory system will never return to your body. 　　It will be preserved in preservatives, bottled, and used as evidence to accuse that inhuman criminal . 　　Of course, you won't need them anymore; in death, you will never breathe again.

Now that your chest cavity is empty, I'm going to continue working on your internal organs.

First, I cut your esophagus, then used scissors to
separate your stomach, liver, intestines, kidneys, and so on, one by one, from your body. Finally, I picked up that delicate scalpel, inserted my left hand into your pelvic cavity,
pushed all the organs aside, and then cleanly and decisively severed 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 from your vagina and anus, flowing onto the dissection table and then
out through the drain.

Now, your body is empty, leaving only a little over an inch of urethra, vagina, and rectum.

Please forgive me, but I'll leave you aside with Fina to examine your removed internal organs.

Fina has already examined your heart, photographed the state of myocardial ischemia, and then threw your
dissected heart into the plastic bucket under the dissection table.

I dissected your internal organs with a scalpel, then dissected your stomach and intestines. Based on
the food digestion, I estimate you died about six hours after eating.

Your precious internal organs were dissected one by one and then thrown into the plastic bucket below.

Finally, only your pelvic organs remained.

Your bladder was deflated; after cutting it open, the inner wall was smooth and without lesions.

I threw your bladder into the bucket as well.

Then I dissected your vagina and uterus.

Inside was a pile of semi-congealed mucus, and, as that guy had used considerable force, your vaginal mucosa
was torn and bleeding in multiple places.

Poor you, your internal reproductive organs will also say goodbye to you, soaking in a bottle to be used as evidence in court.

After working for most of the day, I felt I had enough evidence to prove how you were murdered; there was no need to open your skull and
disfigure you.

Your autopsy could be considered 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 and covered your sternum.

Then, I picked up the plastic bucket and dumped the dissected and useless internal organs into your abdomen.

I closed up the skin and flesh of your cavity, flattened it, and picked up a needle and thread to sew you up.

I sewed very tightly, unlike when I sewed up other dead people one stitch per inch; I
sewed about five stitches for every inch.

Did Fina find it a little strange watching? It took half an hour to finally sew you up
.

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

The water was really cold, but you probably didn't mind, right? After the dissection, you were really dirty,
covered in congealed blood, but fortunately, the bloodstains disappeared after rinsing.

So, rinsing wasn't difficult, and I finished in no time.

Fina pushed over a stretcher, on which a black body bag was already laid.

I grabbed your hands and feet, pulled you from the autopsy table to the body bag on the stretcher, and then
zipped it up .

I pushed you to the morgue, opened a freezer, and shoved you inside.

After the freezer door closed, you lay there all alone in the dark, cold freezer.

Appendix: The autopsy results of Ye Yuhan's body are as follows: I. Cause of death: strangled with a stocking, suffocation
.

Ye Yuhan's teeth were pale rose-colored, and her hyoid bone was fractured, indicating clear signs of mechanical asphyxiation
and that her neck had been subjected to violence before death.

II. Suicide or homicide: Homicide.

III. Estimated time of death: Between 7 PM and 8 PM on August 10th.

IV. Sexual assault: Semen was found in the vagina; the hymen was ruptured; there were lacerations on the vulva
; and pressure marks and abrasions on the inner thighs.

The blood type of the semen was type A.

V. Blood type of the body: type O.

VI. Other Reference Items: A piece of skin (type A)
that .

Chapter Three: Dixiang My name is not important, because I am not a big shot; I am just an
ordinary funeral worker.

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

I work at the crematorium, which is actually located next to the funeral home. When

you die, you are brought here and stay for a few days, then we take you to
the farewell hall to say goodbye to your relatives and friends.

Finally, we put you into the crematorium and burn you into ashes that won't decompose or stink.

I won't tell you my name, but I can tell you my employee number.

I am funeral worker number 311, 30 years old, and unmarried.

I also have a female partner, number 363. She's two years younger than me, very pretty, fair-skinned, tall
, and with an oval face.

When she first came to intern, we chose her to be the emcee in the farewell hall. However, after only a few days, she
said she couldn't stand listening to funeral music all day and asked to work as a body cleaner.

But I noticed she was particularly interested in young male corpses, so I generally took care of her and
let her handle those kinds of cases whenever possible.

Of course, she would leave the pretty female corpses for me to clean.

Okay, I've said a bit too much, even revealing my little secret with my partner.

Now, I should talk about you, Ye Yuhan.

Of course, I recognize you, Ye Yuhan, but you won't recognize us.

Because when we met, you were already dead.

That day, we heard a notice telling us to go pick up a "client."

363 and I pushed the metal cart to the door.

On the ground in front of the door lay a white body wrapping and a black plastic body bag.

One end of the black body bag was on the ground, the other end diagonally resting on the white wrapping.

363 and I lifted the black body bag and placed it on the metal cart, then bent down and lifted the white wrapping, putting the bag...
The package was placed on top of the body bag.

Then I went first, pulling the metal cart up the ramp and into the building.

363 carefully followed behind, watching over the package to prevent it from rolling off the body bag.

We walked through a corridor and entered the mortuary.

This was a place no unauthorized personnel were allowed in; you've definitely never been here before.

In the hall, there were four large inspection tables.

The inspection tables used to have cement surfaces, but they had recently been renovated and tiled.

Three of the four tables were already occupied; my colleagues were busy.

It seemed that 363 and I would have to share one inspection table.

I first lifted the package onto the inspection table with 363.

363 touched the middle of the package and said with a smile, "This one's got something special; I'll handle this one."

Then, she began to untie the package's straps.

I pushed the metal cart to the other side of the table and unzipped it. That's when I saw you.

Even though you were dead, naked, and your eyes were tightly closed, you were still so beautiful and captivating.

But there were those horrible anatomical suture marks on your body, like a two-headed snake crawling across
your chest and abdomen.

I grabbed your upper arm and thigh, and flipped you, cold as a log, onto the examination table.

At that moment, 363 untied the bandage on the package. She grabbed a corner of the white shroud and yanked
hard ; a male corpse rolled out of the package.

Like you, he was naked. He rolled with great force; if you hadn't been there, he probably would have
rolled off to the other side.

Now, because you were sharing the examination table with him, he slammed heavily against you.

His face was pressed against yours, his shoulder against your back, his soft penis against the side of your buttocks,
one leg on yours, and one hand resting on your full buttocks.

I knew you wouldn't care, wouldn't accuse him of indecent assault.

363 grabbed his shoulder, pulled him to the side of the table, and I turned you over as well.

I saw your autopsy marks again; they really dread it.

I couldn't help but frown.

I walked to your heel and glanced at the name tag hanging on your left big toe, only then realizing your name was Ye
Yuhan.

Now, we'll begin the autopsy.

Our autopsies here are different from those in the forensic lab.

We don't care how you died; we care if you're truly dead; if your body is
intact ; if you're fresh, and whether embalming is necessary.

According to procedure, I should check your pupils, just like we did for that male corpse in room 363, to
confirm death.

This is crucial because the subsequent processes—sterilization, embalming, refrigeration—are all
destructive and irreversible.

If the person isn't dead, this ordeal will kill them.

So, our first step is to confirm that the person lying before us is dead.

However, that's unnecessary for you; you've already been autopsied, so you're definitely dead.

I pried open your mouth and discovered you had no tongue.

Poor Yuhan, where did your tongue go? I could smell a faint odor of blood and some
indescribable scent from your mouth.

It seems you've been dead for a while; you're no longer the freshest corpse.

I touched your chest again; it was hard and felt cold.

My dear Yuhan, you've become a frozen piece of flesh.

I pried open your lower lip, and blood flowed out.

Poor thing, they cut off all your good parts.

Well, it seems there's not much to investigate.

Your exterior is intact, but everything inside has been disturbed.

I removed the body tag from your toes, took it to the row of terminals in the corner, entered your information into
the computer , and printed out several slips of paper.

I returned to your side and placed the widest numbered slip on your chest; it displayed your body number
—a2015081815, indicating you were the 15th dead person we received today.

With this number, we can easily find you in the future.

I took out my camera and took a picture of your face.

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

I also took several more photos of the anatomical marks on your body.

After that, 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 might be the last photos you leave in this world.

I didn't mean to take nude photos of you; all the dead people who come to us are photographed. We call this "
entry image recording," to record what each corpse looks like when it comes in, to avoid disputes with the family later.

After taking the photos, I turned you back over and put the narrow waterproof paper strip I had printed earlier on your ankles
, with your body number barcode on it.

Does it feel like you've become an object? To us, corpses are objects we process.

The final product is people's ashes.

After the autopsy, I pulled you onto the metal cart.

363 told me to wait a moment; she was putting a barcode label on the male corpse. His body number was A201
5081816.

I pushed the metal cart over to her, and then, together with her, we lifted the corpse onto you.

The corpse's head was resting on your feet, his buttocks were on your thighs, and one of his stinky feet was pressed against your
face.

Of course, you wouldn't care if you were dead.

At least you had a companion to walk this final, terrifying path with you.

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

Inside, we saw a small pool in the center of the room, like a swimming pool.

We pushed the metal cart to the edge of the pool, and I gently pushed the male corpse first. He obediently slid down,
splashed into the pool, and quickly sank to the bottom, lying there on his back.

Now, it was your turn to go into the pool. I flipped you off the metal cart, and you splashed into the pool too.

It seems you're quite light; you didn't sink quickly. You're face down, and a string of bubbles is coming out of your anus.
Then, you sank.

By sheer coincidence, your head landed between your corpse partner's legs, your mouth kissed his
penis, and your hairy belly landed right on his face.

Of course, I know you didn't mean it, but it feels like you two dead people are really destined for each other. Maybe you'll be
husband and wife in your next life, haha.

Half an hour later, you should be done soaking.

363 and I went back to the pool, took the iron hook, hooked your neck and thighs, and pulled you up,
placing you on the edge of the pool.

Then, we hooked your corpse partner, and quickly, he was also pulled up and placed next to you.

Now, it's time to rinse you.

I pulled you up by your feet and led you to the rinsing area.

The floor was paved with tiles, which were already slippery, and since you were freshly pulled out and wet, pulling you was
effortless.

And it wouldn't chafe the skin on your back or buttocks.

After dragging you to the body-washing area, I let go of you, and your feet fell to the ground with 　　two soft "
thumps." 　　You lay there stiffly, eyes closed, as if nothing had happened. 　　I sprayed soap on you and then used a brush with a long wooden handle to wash you. I 　　started from your face and brushed your entire body downwards. 　　At the same time, 363 was brushing your corpse companion. 　　After washing your front, I used my rain boots to tuck your back, turned you over, sprayed soap on your back, and scrubbed it clean. 　　Soon, I had washed your entire body. I put down the brush, picked up the hose, and started rinsing off the soap suds . 　　After rinsing your back, I turned you over again with my feet and rinsed your front, making sure you were clean. 　　I let you lie there, first went to get two large bath towels, then went to the disinfection pool and pushed over a metal cart, laying a large bath towel on it. 　　Then, I pushed the cart to your side. 　　Over there, 363 had finished washing you and came over to help me lift you onto the metal cart. 　　I used a towel to dry you completely. 　　I took my toolbox, opened a bottle inside, and took out a large wad of cotton. 　　I tore the cotton into pieces and first stuffed it into your nostrils and ears. 　　Then I pried open your mouth and stuffed a large wad of cotton deep into your throat. 　　You are a female corpse, so I had to plug your vagina and urethra. 　　I spread your legs, opened your labia majora, and stuffed a wad of cotton into your vagina. 　　I knew you had been dissected and that your insides were broken, so I didn't stuff it too deep. 　　I pulled your arm and made you turn to your side, then plugged your anus with cotton. 　　Now, all your orifices were plugged with cotton. I had you lie flat. You know, you've been dead for several days , dissected, and taken from the freezer, so I had to take some preservative measures. 　　I took a large syringe, drew 100cc of preservative solution, and injected it into your abdomen. 　　Afterward, 363 and I worked together to lift you into a body bag. 　　Our body bags here are different from the ones used in the forensic lab; they're white and semi-transparent. We put you in, zipped it up, and 　　pushed you into the morgue. It was a large cold storage room with a large shelf already filled with dozens of corpses. 　　I found an empty spot, pulled out a large stainless steel tray, pulled you into it, and then pushed the tray back onto the shelf. 　　I noticed the spot next to you was also empty; perfect for your deceased companion, so he can rest here with you . 　　Chapter Four: Incense Burning My name isn't important; some of you will eventually meet me. 　　But you won't see me, because when you do, your eyes will likely be closed. 　　You won't be happy to see me, because I'm the stoker at the crematorium, my employee number is 521, and I 'm responsible for the harmless and inorganic disposal of you. 　　You might argue that you're a good person, never harming anyone, and that you don't need harmless disposal. 　　But once you die and become a corpse, things change. You'll rot, stink, spread disease , and pollute the environment. Tell me, aren't you very harmful? Now, I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you, 2015081815. 　　I'm sorry, I don't know your name. 　　In our crematorium, there's no need to know the dead person's name. What we need to do is cremate you . 　　I saw the list of corpses that would be transported to the crematorium today on the intranet, and I paid special attention to you, 2015081815. According to the information, I know you're a woman, only 24 years old. 　　I don't know how you died, but here, young female corpses are a rare sight. 　　Finally, at 3 PM, the hearse arrived with a batch of corpses, six coffins. 　　Three of them were paper coffins, and the other three were wooden. 　　We dragged the paper coffins straight in and placed them at the end of the line for cremation. 　　The wooden coffins, however, were to be recycled, so the bodies cremated separately. 　　My colleague used a crowbar to pry open the first wooden coffin; it belonged to an old man, and they took him to the queue. 　　I spotted a coffin next to me with a label: A2015081815. Finally, it was your turn . 　　I rushed to your coffin, pried open the lid with the crowbar, pushed it open forcefully, and then kicked it over. You rolled out like a log, landing face down beside it. 　　From behind, I saw your long, black hair cascading over your shoulders. You were wearing a white, high-waisted dress and designer black high-heeled sandals. 　　Your perfectly proportioned figure was incredibly alluring. 　　I used a crowbar to pry you over, and finally I saw your face. 　　Your beauty exceeded my expectations; it seemed the makeup artist had put a lot of effort into you. Long, thick eyelashes were drawn across your tightly closed eyes, and a thick layer of foundation covered your face, concealing your...

The true color of death, a light red paint on your cheeks and lips, giving you a sliver of life.

Wow, 1815, you really are a Sleeping Beauty.

But what catches my eye even more is your dress; it looks like a high-quality item.

I turned your head and glanced at the label on the back of your neck. Wow, it's Armani; your high-heeled sandals
are even more expensive, Chanel! Your family really knows how to spend money.

I couldn't help but laugh smugly. Your family doesn't seem to understand the saying "you can't take it with you when you die."
They're willing to let you wear such expensive clothes, but I wouldn't dare burn them.

Hehe, it's my turn to strike it rich. Today is my shift, I'm going to keep you here.

Just then, I heard Old Zhou next to me

chuckling. He had already pulled the corpse out of the last wooden coffin and was looking at the label on the back of the corpse's collar.
I guess he'd found something good too.

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

Old Zhou and I lifted you and the male corpse with the serial number a2015081816 onto the metal cart
and pushed you both to the back of the line.

Our workshop has two furnaces. Old Zhou and I replaced the original stokers, and for
the corpses we burned, we added 10 minutes to each one. So, when we went to shut down the furnaces at 5:30,
you and 0516 were left behind to be burned the next day.

I wonder if you'd be happy to stay in this world for one more night.

Anyway, I'm in a good mood.

I'll sell your clothes and high-heeled sandals on Taobao; I can get a good amount of money from them.

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

I pushed you, turned you to the side, and pulled the zipper down all the way up to your buttocks.
That's when I smelled your odor—a mixture of formaldehyde and the stench of a corpse.

Alas, as beautiful as you are, in death you are nothing more than a piece of rotting, stinking flesh.

I first removed your shoulders, then laid you flat, and slowly pulled your clothes down.

I pulled very carefully, because these clothes are too valuable; I couldn't afford to damage them.

Slowly, I pulled the neckline down to your chest, and as I expected, the makeup artist hadn't put a bra on you.

Generally, they don't put bras on corpses.

Bras are for comfort, and outer garments are for modesty.

Since you corpses have no feelings, there's no need to put bras on you.

At this moment, I discovered that you, this dead girl, had been dissected; you have
stitches left from the dissection.

Poor dead girl, how did you die? Did it hurt during the dissection? I pulled on the neckline,
climbing over the peaks of your chest.

I never imagined that after being dead for so long, after the dissection and refrigeration, even though you had begun to decompose slightly, your breasts were
still so firm and stiff.

With great difficulty, I flipped the neckline over your highest peak, revealing your nipples, now black but still
hard .

Wow, the shape of your breasts is so sexy; without dissection, they would be a pair of perfect breasts
.

Finally, the skirt was down to your waist, freeing your stiff arms, making things much easier
from now on .

I pulled the skirt down further, revealing your mound covered in black pubic hair, revealing
the place you least wanted others to see.

Your thick lips tightly pressed against your thin, slightly parted lips, and in the middle was a ball of white
cotton.

I touched your sensitive areas; they weren't cool, there was no reaction.

Now, I would overcome the last obstacle on your body.

I turned you to the side again, pulling the skirt down to your buttocks.

Your buttocks were still sexy, but your skin color was no longer that of a healthy person, but
the grayish-white of a corpse.

Your anus was blooming, with a white cotton ball as its stamen in the center.

I made you lie flat, pulled your skirt over your legs, and completely off your feet. Then I took off
your high-heeled sandals.

Haha, this expensive skirt and sandals are mine now. Tomorrow I'll put them up for sale online; a thousand or so
yuan shouldn't be a problem.

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

We pushed you two together and made you lie side by side.

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

Your cunt and anus are stuffed with cotton; I doubt your handsome guy will help you untangle them
and then do some lovemaking.

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

You two were still lying there, of course, but in the morning light, your ashen skin looked rather unsightly
.

And the stench of your corpses was even stronger.

Before the other colleagues arrived, we quickly lit the furnace.

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

You lay on the conveyor belt, with the already lit crematorium behind you.

You slept peacefully, unaware that you were about to turn to ashes.

I then pressed a button, the furnace door opened, and you were slowly carried into the crematorium by the conveyor belt, head down.

The furnace door closed, and I ran to the edge of the furnace, looking at you inside through the small window. With a

"whoosh

," flames sprayed from the sides and above onto your naked, deathly gray body.

Your long hair and pubic hair were the first to catch fire, and your entire body began to twitch, seemingly
in great pain.

However, I knew that it was just your muscle fibers contracting due to the high temperature; your dead
brain couldn't feel the burning pain at all.

You struggled

to sit up, but halfway up, your stomach split open, your messy
internal organs spilled out, and your breasts parted to the sides, turning charred yellow in the fire.

You finally sat up at a 90-degree angle, but it seemed you were powerless to resist or struggle. You
fell , lying on your side in the furnace.

Then, your legs slowly closed up, your legs and feet burning, turning yellow and black.

Your plump buttocks also began to char.

I went back to the furnace opening, opened the door, and to make you burn more evenly, I used an iron spatula to pry you open.

I used the spatula to pry open your charred buttocks, into what was originally your anus, and then stirred, your
charred legs were separated and fell off.

Your most private parts were no longer protected, exposed to the raging fire.

I used the spatula to turn you over, so that your chest and abdomen faced the flames.

With my turning, the poor thing stopped "struggling," your limbs and head separated from your torso
, you were broken into several pieces, burning in the fire.

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

About an hour later, the fire in the furnace automatically subsided, and the steel plate at the bottom of the furnace retracted.

On the steel plate, your beautiful body was gone; all that remained were some charred, cracked bones and
a pile of white ashes.

These horrible things were once you, a beautiful girl.

They were once your beautiful face, your alluring breasts, your sexy buttocks, and your mysterious and
sensitive vulva.

Now, all that beauty has been burned away, turned into bones and ashes. From now on,
you will never exist in this world again.

I used a brush and a shovel to sweep this horrible pile of you into an iron bucket, placed a
sign on the bucket that read 1815, and let your remains cool naturally.

Two hours later, I poured everything that had cooled into the shredder, and as the shredder blades
spun at high speed...

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