He is the "whisperer" of the town and the last descendant of the Lin family. The ancestral motto of the Lin family is: Do not die unjustly, in vain, or complain about the death of the deceased, otherwise, you will be "tainted with filth."
But tonight, he broke the rules. The deceased was the daughter of the Li family in the east of the town. She drowned herself in the river. When she was fished out, her face was swollen and her fingertips were still holding tightly a wisp of dry waterweed that did not belong to her. The only funeral car in the town was stuck in the mud. The old man of the Li family knelt outside the door, crying miserably.
Lin Shouzhuo sighed and opened the ancestral sewing box. The needle inside is neither gold nor iron, and has a dull color. It is said to be made from the core of a meteorite, and can "sew" things that do not belong to the world of the world.
He used a calm technique, wiping the body with a special potion and covering up the bruises with powder made using a secret method. Everything went well until he picked up the last needle and prepared to sew up the lips that were slightly open as if he wanted to say something.
Just when the needle tip was about to touch the pale skin, the dim incandescent lamp in the morgue went out with a snap.
In the absolute darkness and silence, Lin Shouzhuo heard a voice.
Not from outside the door, nor from the wind and rain.
The voice, close to the base of his ears, sounded softly with the wet sound of the mud and water bubbles bursting at the bottom of the river:
"Have you... Seen my... Face?"
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