The two-story building on the edge of the city is called "Anletang", which is dedicated to the finishing touches of the dead: washing the body, putting on makeup, enclosing, cremating, and sending it to the underworld in one process. Everyone in the county knows that there is a lot of gloom there, but no one dares to say why - the person who keeps the vigil always loses a shadow when he returns home. The master who took the photos of the corpses develops the photos, and there is always the same wet child's face in the corner. The cremated urns are sometimes as light as empty shells, sometimes as heavy as if they contain a living person. Twenty-four-year-old Lin Huan was thrown into Anletang by his relatives to learn "the trade of the dead". On the first night, he saw the person in the coffin slowly turning over under the white cloth. On the second day, he found a yellowed death registration form in the iron cabinet at the bottom of the morgue, with his name written on it - the time of death was the night when he had a high fever when he was a child. From then on, everyone in the mourning hall covered with white cloth seemed to be waiting for him to get closer, and then get closer, so that he could be dragged in and lay down flat. In the Anle Hall, are the living giving the dead their final rest, or are the dead picking the living for burial? Before opening this book, you'd better make sure of one thing: you are really still alive.
