My father disappeared mysteriously at the funeral home, and the police hastily closed the case.
In order to find out the truth, I concealed my identity as a criminal investigator and became an embalmer.
A yellowed "Code for Embalmers", each word asking for life:
❶ Do not look at the face of the deceased after 12 a. M.
❷ You must hum "Requiem Ballad" while wearing makeup. If you break the tune, you will die.
❸ The corpse opened its eyes and immediately said "You went to the wrong door"
❹ It is forbidden to touch the black clay pot and ask about the "night watchman"
Violators will be alienated on the spot and their remains will be gone.
Others survive by following the rules, I survive by breaking them.
The moment the bronze token left by my father became hot, I realized:
The funeral parlor is not a morgue, but an ancient seal.
The night watchman is not a guardian, but an executioner.
And the truth I'm looking for is hidden deep in the most deadly rules...
IQ breaks the game｜Reverse killing by rules｜Folk custom seal｜Revenge of seeking father
Others abide by the rules to survive, but I break the rules and become a god!
