On the first day Wen Zhao put on the undertaker's uniform, thirteen corpses in the morgue opened their eyes at the same time - what they were waiting for was not salvation, but revenge.
After three years of working in the industry, Wen Zhao learned a truth: dead people are more honest than living people. Others rely on clues to solve crimes, but he relies on conversations with the dead. Every skeleton that was betrayed was his unspoken client. In the blood coffins of ghost marriages, corpses buried in reservoirs, and live broadcasts of haunted houses, what he mended was not only broken bodies, but also unfinished grievances in the world.
Until late that night, a new corpse was delivered from the funeral home. Cold fingers suddenly clasped his wrist, and rotten lips pressed against his ear and said - "Next, it's your turn to sew yourself." **
