My grandfather worked the night shift at a funeral parlor for thirty years, and before his death he only left behind a copy of the "Taboo Handbook of Corpse Guarding".
Twenty-four-year-old Chen Yang took over the job. On the first night, the manual opened to the first page: "After midnight, you are not allowed to look at the face of the corpse."
He thought it was just superstition.
Until the intern who opened the body bag saw himself in the mirror and started laughing.
At three o'clock in the morning, the reflection in the mirror had a consciousness of its own.
There were three knocks on the freezer - "Substitute needed".
The hands of the watch start to move backwards - "taking away time and life".
The shadow grows a second pair of feet in the corridor - "Don't look back."
The night shift in a funeral home is a contract between the living and the dead. Nine taboos, nine ways to survive. If you break a taboo, you will get a breath of yin energy; if you guard it all night, you will become more inhuman.
Chen Yang gradually discovered that there was a deeper secret hidden behind these rules:
Why did grandpa die suddenly?
What is sealed beneath the funeral home?
Is the inheritance of "corpse keepers" to suppress corpses, or to become them?
When the self in the mirror starts to blink,
When the corpse in the freezer sits up and thanks,
When the seal is loosened, hundreds of ghosts walk at night——
Only then did Chen Yang understand that there are some jobs that once you take them, you can't look back.
Because everyone who returns has become one of them.
