No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 75

Chapter 75 You Disgust Me

The host looked over at the director nearby, who nodded to indicate that the show should continue.

The program continued, with Danna appearing as if she had never had any disagreements with the other two. She took the initiative to greet them, “Freya, Aya, long time no see.”

Aya remained silent with a cold expression.

Freya raised an eyebrow. “It hasn’t been that long. I still see your name in my live stream quite often.”

Due to the conflict between her and Danna, some viewers in the live chat changed their names to things. like “Danna is a monkey” or “Danna is a b*tch”.

Danna’s smile froze on her face.

The topic continued to revolve around Freya’s profession as a mortician.

Freya said calmly. “The makeup steps for most of the deceased are simple, but some of the deceased that encountered unexpected deaths may be more complicated and may require stitching, filling, and if there are missing parts, the missing parts need to be sculpted”

Suddenly, Danna asked a question, “Miss Kaufmann, I’ve always been curious. You said that morticians are working for the dignity of the deceased. Since this profession is so noble, why do you have to wear gloves when handling the bodies? Is it taboo or fear?”

Danna could ask a tricky question with an innocent curiosity in her deer-like eyes.

Freya looked at the host. “Wearing gloves is to prevent bacteria from contaminating the body, and also to prevent bacteria on the body from contaminating the hands. If bacteria contaminates the body, it can.

have an impact and possibly cause livor mortis.”

As soon as Freya finished speaking, Danna said innocently, “Oh, so you’re actually afraid of bacteria on the body?”

Freya felt that Danna was picking a fight with her. I’m also afraid of bacteria on living people, like you. Your thick makeup is quite a breeding ground for bacteria.”

Danna’s mouth twitched, but in front of the camera, she maintained her image and blinked her eyes. innocently while looking at the host with a look of grievance.

The host laughed. “Danna is probably just too curious about this profession and has asked too many questions.”

Aya snorted. “Yes, quite a lot.”

The next topic was another question about the profession of a mortician. The host asked what was the most memorable body that Freya had worked with.

Freya recalled for a moment. “There were many.”

She had handled too many bodies, from the elderly over eighty to children who died unexpectedly.

There was once an eight-year-old elder who was run over by a truck, and Freya still shuddered when she recalled it.

“So, Miss Kaufmann, do you never fear ghosts or supernatural things? Is there nothing in this world that can frighten you?” The host smiled.

Freya stared at the host and said. “I do have such fear but I still have to do my job even if I’m afraid.”

The most fearful moment for Freya was when the body was delivered, and the white cloth covering the deceased was uncovered.

At that moment, she didn’t know what the person under the cloth looked like or what expression they had. When she uncovered the cloth, sometimes they looked peaceful, and other times they had died suddenly with a fierce expression, staring with their wide eyes and baring their teeth.

Every time that moment arrived, her heart would skip a beat.

She was feeling a little unhappy with the questions being asked. The host seemed to be asking questions that she disliked.

Although she had crossed off some of the questions on the list that Matthew had given her, the questions being asked now were not on that list.

Danna sat on the side, looking innocent.

“It’s really great to give the deceased their final dignity. I’m a little envious. If I don’t become an actress in the future, I might go into this profession.”

Freya gave an inexplicable smile and said, “Danna, this is a position within the organization and requires. relevant professional qualifications. You need to pass an exam to get in. I wonder how are your grades. like?”

Danna remained silent. During a previous online argument, it was revealed that she had cheated on her grades and dropped out of school when she was only a second-year high school student.

The host timely changed the topic. “We’ve been talking for so long. Let’s play some tabletop games. The tabletop games were sponsored by advertisers, and the first game they played was Werewolf.

There were six players in the game. Three civilians, a witch, and two werewolves. Freya drew a civilian card and watched as the others played.

Danna wanted to show off her intelligence and said, “Last night was a peaceful night. As a witch, I used a potion on Aya who got killed. From now on, Aya, you have to side with me! Vote for whoever I vote for.

Trust me!”

Aya’s eyes darted around. She did not know what was going on.

After a few rounds, Freya became the focus of Danna’s targeting. Danna said, “I don’t think Freya’s statement was clear at all. Her words were so vague. She must be feeling guilty.”

Freya frowned and said, “I just don’t know how to play this game.”

Danna widened her eyes and said, “Don’t try to cheat. You can’t talk like that in Werewolf!”

Freya pursed her lips.

After one round, Aya didn’t follow Danna’s instructions, but Freya was eliminated in the first round when two of the hosts turned against her. She drank tea and watched Danna blabber on and on.

Subsequently, the game ended and it was revealed that Danna and another host were the werewolves. They won the game.

“Who has the witch card?” the host asked in surprise.

Freya turned over her identity card and said, “It’s me. This is my first time playing this game and I don’t really understand it.”

Danna giggled and said, “Freya, you’re so stupid. Hahaha…”

Freya narrowed her eyes.

The host stepped in to defuse the situation.

Soon, they played another tabletop game. It was a traditional card game. The host explained the rules, and they placed cards on the table in order. If the number on the card was the same, they could take it. If someone was too slow to react and someone else placed a card on top of theirs, their card would be invalidated.

“Freya, this one is much simpler. It’s perfect for you.” Danna smiled sarcastically.

Freya frowned. If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t want to make things difficult for Matthew, she would have left long ago.

The cards were dealt one by one, and occasionally someone would take a card while others had their card invalidated.

As they played, the focus was on Danna, who put up an act perfectly, laughing happily when she took a card and pouting when her card was invalidated. This gave Freya goosebumps, and she whispered to Aya, “How’s her acting?”

“Horrible,” Aya whispered back.

When Freya was about to place a card, Danna quickly pressed a card from her hand on top of it. Freya had not withdrawn her hand from the table yet when it was slapped by Danna. “Ah! I didn’t mean to!” She laughed and said, “My card is on top, so you can’t have it.”

Freya looked at her red hand and then at Danna. Her eyes were cold. Was she looking for trouble?

Freya suppressed her anger and continued to play the game. When Danna finished placing her cards, Freya was about to place her last card, but Danna suddenly reached out and snatched it from her

hand.

The cards were of good quality with sharp edges, and when Danna reached out, she accidentally cut herself on the edge of the card.

She screamed as her hand was cut, and blood droplets spilled out from the wound on her backhand.

The cut was small, but she held her backhand and looked at Freya with surprise and grievance while asking, “Freya, what was that for?”

Aya hurriedly spoke up. “It’s not on Freya. You grabbed it too fast!”

Danna bit her lip and her eyes were filled with tears as she asked, “So do I need to apologize to Freya?”

Aya frowned. “I didn’t ask you to apologize. I was just explaining that it was an accident.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Aya was about to explain further, but Freya stopped her. She played with the cards in her hand and said, “Danna, don’t you get tired of pretending? You disgust me!”