There was a late-night vigil at a funeral home, and a cold hand was put on my shoulder at the beginning.
Zhou Qian's pupil contract can see through the rules behind death - the morgue cannot answer the call at three o'clock in the morning, the number of times the deceased's eyes are closed determines life and death, and the sudden drop in the temperature of the cremator means that something has come out.
"Don't look back, it's waiting for you to sign your own death certificate."
When everyone thought he was just a temporary worker waiting to die, he tore off the yellowed code on the wall of the funeral home and rewrote new taboo clauses on it with a red pen.
From tonight onwards, he will decide the rules of this funeral home.
