Funeral Parlor: Memory of Death, Stealing Hundreds of Secrets

By touching the forehead of the deceased, one can read the memory of the three minutes before their death. I work in a funeral parlor, and I wanted to make a fortune by secretly learning all kinds of skills, but in the memory of an unknown male corpse, I saw the scene of my own death - 93 days later, I will be killed on this morgue by a man covered in bandages, using the monument-breaking hand I secretly learned. From then on, every body sent is a clue, and every memory of the deceased is a weapon. The cold and charming female forensic doctor Su Mian came to the door to track down her sister who had been missing for fifteen years. We worked together to cut open the layers of the hanging coffin, but unexpectedly uncovered a shocking conspiracy that spanned a hundred years - there was a monster who had lived for two centuries and survived by sewing the skins of ancient martial arts inheritors. The next "perfect container" he chose was me, a small funeral parlor owner who can connect the souls of the dead. Before the death countdown reached zero, I stole seventy-three secrets, vowing to make him understand: the memory of the dead is faster than the knife of the living. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.