Sun Ting works as a model for a painter, along with another woman named Zhao Yu. With a monthly salary of 3,000, she was satisfied at first, but then she felt unbalanced. It turns out that Zhao Yu, who is also a model, is stylishly dressed and has a generous shot.
She said sourly to Zhao Yu: “We both eat this bowl of rice, why is the gap between us so big?” Zhao Yu shook his head and said, “That’s because we have different scales of exposure. .”
Scale? The other party’s words reminded herself that Sun Ting remembered that the artist had to close the door and cover the window every time he painted for Zhao Yu, acting very mysteriously.
A thought suddenly flashed in her mind: Is Zhao Yu a nude model? Thinking of the other party’s luxurious life, she began to shake.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Sun Ting offered to do her job. Zhao Yu hesitated and reluctantly agreed, and took her to the studio.
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“Do you really want to be like her?” the painter said in surprise.
“Yes.” Sun Ting replied firmly.
“Well, take anesthetics first.” The painter said.
Sun Ting is confused, why is she anesthetized first? But she thought about it again: Maybe she was afraid that the model would be cautious, so she had to do this. After taking the anesthetic, Sun Ting gradually fell asleep…
I don’t know how long she woke up, her body was still unconscious, her eyes covered with cloth strips. Sun Ting noticed that she was fixed on the cross, and the pencil “brushing” in front of her sounded endlessly.
“It’s done.” She heard the painter’s voice, and then felt the other party put a wad of money in her hand.
Sun Ting’s eye cloth was taken off. She was just excited about making so much money. Looking at her body, she was stunned, fear crawling along her nerves to her brain.
Except for her head, her body was smashed clean, with only one white bone.
“What did you do to me?” she yelled frantically.
“Don’t you want to be like her?” The painter pointed in another direction. Sun Ting saw Zhao Yu, who was also boneless, and picked up a human holster next to her. Put on the clothes and return to the original appearance.
The painter took out a fresh, bloody human skin from his arms, smiled and said: “Forgot to tell you, I am still a bone model painter!”