Unemployed, in debt, and with a seriously ill mother, 27-year-old Qin Mu was forced into a desperate situation by life. At this moment, a recruitment advertisement for "Night Shift Makeup Artist of Fu'an Funeral Home" hit him - a monthly salary of 12,000, including food and accommodation, as long as he was brave.
Desperate, Qin Mu gritted his teeth and stepped into this gray courtyard hidden in the thick fog. On his first day of employment, curator Lin Zhenghong only gave him a cold plastic card: "The Twelve Rules of the Night Shift."
"Follow the rules and take money to survive; if you don't follow the rules, don't blame others if you lose your life."
At first, Qin Mu thought this was just the old feudal bluff. Until he saw with his own eyes that the greedy Sister Zhang was instantly choked by invisible hands and died miserably in the lounge because she violated the rule of "not accepting cigarettes from family members"; until he discovered that the code card in his pocket, which should have been cold, turned out to be as hot as a red-hot iron when the evil spirit approached, and under the plastic sandwich, the true terms that were completely opposite to what he said appeared on the surface!
It turns out that this so-called high-paying job is simply a carefully designed cannibal trap. The current curator Lin Zhenghong has tampered with the life-saving rules set by the old curator, leading everyone who knows about it to a dead end. It's not the person who violates the rules, it's this restaurant that eats people!
From this moment on, Qin Mu knew that he not only had to survive in this chaotic funeral parlor, but he also had to use the "truth" hidden in the card to tear apart the layer of bloody lies that had shrouded Fu'an Funeral Parlor for three years.
