My Funeral Home Studio Can Communicate With Spirits

I run a funeral services studio that's on the verge of going under, and I also happen to see things that are “not quite right.”

That day, the body of a wealthy tycoon's son was brought in. His whole family was weeping, but I alone could see the boy's ghost crouched in a corner, furiously playing an imaginary game.

I handed him the latest smartphone. “Stop scraping the floor. I'll burn this for you.”

He looked up, eyes bloodshot. “Bro, I didn't kill myself. Someone pushed me off the building, and the murderer is one of them.”