The nurses left the morgue after they put Corinne's body on the stainless steel table.Before they left, one of them said, "Miss, I know you're sad about your friend's death, but it's best not to stay in this place for too long. You can leave after you've said your goodbyes."Anya nodded. "Okay. Thank you, nurse. Don't worry, I'll be fine.""And whatever you do, don't lift the white cloth on the dead body, okay? I don't want you to be frightened by the patient's face; car crash victims aren't always pretty to look at. There'll be plenty of time to look at her after the morgue makeup artist works her magic on your friend," added the nurse.Anya secretly jumped for joy, though she outwardly expressed sorrow. "Okay. I understand."After that, the nurses left her in the morgue as they had other duties to attend to.As soon as they left, Anya lifted the white cloth off Corinne's face—or, at least, what was left of her face. All she could see was a bloody pulp. It was a disgusting sigh
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