[When I started working as a night watchman at a funeral home late at night, the first work rule I received was: No body number is "444".
[That night, the morgue in front of me suddenly popped open, and a hand slowly stretched out from under the white cloth. The label hanging on the wrist was exactly 444.
[A radio suddenly sounded throughout the funeral home: New employee Song Xu, the first lesson on the job - confirmation of death. Please let corpse No. 444 "Rest in peace" again before it comes back to life completely.
Everyone thought I was dead, but I was the only one who knew that I had been in the morgue for twenty years during my lifetime. You call this a strange recovery, but to me, it's just another unremarkable overtime. When the evil ghost climbed up my back ferociously, I took off my work badge and smiled at it: "Article 7 of the Employee Handbook, anyone who attacks the night watchman will be deemed to have been automatically assigned to the job."
