The person dies, but the words remain.
Lin Shu could hear the dead man's unfinished words.
Not psychic, not seeing ghosts.
It is the ancestral craft of the tanner - "listening to the soul".
After sewing a face and listening to a passage, the dead will rest in peace and the living will rest in peace.
Heart.
He sewed up dead people in a funeral home for three years, thinking that would be it for the rest of his life.
.
Until one early morning, a female corpse was delivered to the autopsy table.
His face was smashed, there was a hole in the back of his head, and there were words carved into his finger bones.
He sewed up her face and heard her last thoughts.
She is counting. Count from one to one hundred and forty-seven.
When she counted to one hundred and forty-seven, she smiled.
Lin Shu didn't know why she was laughing.
But he knows one thing -
Under the face of this female corpse, his name was stitched.
And the old scar on the middle finger of his left hand from three years ago,
It is slowly cracking.
