Under the cold light of the morgue, Yu Ting had just sutured the chest of a drowned child, but when the last stitch fell, he heard cardiac arrest - the corpse should have been drowned and suffocated, but there was a Qing Dynasty copper coin stuck in its throat.
He is the youngest undertaker in the funeral parlor, but he is also the only one who can "see" the obsession of the deceased. The teeth marks on the severed fingers, the smell of preservatives under the burnt skin, the mud in the empty eye sockets... These details that others ignored were, in his eyes, the deceased's last cry for help.
But when a corpse that had been sutured seven times was brought to his operating table, and his own skin tissue was stuffed between the deceased's fingernails, Yu Ting realized that some of the deceased did not want to be buried, but wanted to be buried with them.
The sound of footsteps came from deep in the morgue, and Yu Ting clenched the scalpel: "Who else will die tonight?"
