[Have you ever heard of the funeral home's night shift rules?
Rule 1: Never enter the underground morgue after three o'clock in the morning.
Article 2: If you hear a woman crying, point your mahogany sword at the door.
Article 3: No matter who calls your name, don't look back.
After graduating from college, I worked the night shift as a security guard at a funeral home for a high salary.
The senior left behind a mahogany sword and a bunch of ridiculous taboos, and I took them all as a joke.
Until 3:07 in the morning that day——
All the morgue cabinets in the surveillance room popped open at the same time.
Dozens of corpses sat up straight and said in unison:
"Newcomers, please follow the rules."
At this moment, I was holding the cold doorknob, standing at the entrance of the underground morgue.
Wet footsteps came from behind.
A cold voice sounded close to my ear:
"Have you... Seen my substitute?"
