Late at night, three bodies that had just arrived suddenly sat upright as the morgue drawers sprang open by themselves. “Shen Ci, you can't send us on our way.” Shen Ci, a rookie mortician, calmly pulled on a pair of white gloves. A faint glimmer flashed between his fingers, and the dead man's resentment instantly congealed into black mist. He could hear the last words of the dead, and even reverse the cause and effect of life and death while preparing a body for burial. The next day, the city's criminal investigation captain kicked open the funeral home's doors. “How did a key end up in the ashes of the woman we cremated yesterday?!” Shen Ci wiped his makeup brush and smiled faintly. “That's how she identified her killer. Who's next?”
