Late at night, the morgue in the funeral home suddenly popped open on its own, and the three corpses that had just been delivered sat up together: "Shen Ci, you can't save us." Shen Ci, the new encarnator, put on his white gloves in a hurry. With a flash of light between his fingers, the resentment of the deceased instantly condensed into black mist - he could hear the last words of the deceased, and he could reverse the cause and effect of life and death during the encoffining. The next day, the city's criminal investigation captain kicked open the door of the funeral home: "Why is there a key in the ashes of the female corpse that was cremated yesterday?!" Shen Ci wiped her makeup brush and smiled faintly: "That was her way of identifying the murderer. Who's next?"
