Shen Du knew that he was abnormal since he was a child.
His fingertips can read everything - how many hands have been recorded on the doorknob, how many tears have been hidden under the pillow, and how many calls for help have been sealed in the walls. Because of this ability, he was treated as a monster and bounced from foster home to foster home.
Until he was twenty-two years old, an unsigned suicide note brought him back to his hometown, Chengxi Funeral Home, which was all the inheritance left to him by his adoptive father whom he had never met.
A dilapidated mourning hall, a freezer gathering dust, and a night watchman whose ears don't work.
Shen Du thought this was just the beginning of another abandonment.
Until the first night, the freezer door opened by itself.
The man lying inside opened his eyes and asked him calmly: "Can you help me find the person who killed me?"
At that moment Shen Du understood——
What he inherited was not a funeral home.
Rather, it is a whole world of the dead that is living, breathing, and waiting to be touched.
