At three o'clock in the morning, drawer No. 7 Of the morgue in the funeral home popped open for no reason. As night watchman Shen Wangshu approached, a cold and blue hand suddenly grasped her ankle - "You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time." She lowered her head and saw the deceased's bloodshot eyes open, and his lips moved: Your mentor died exactly the same way as me. In the footage captured by the surveillance camera, she was the only one in the entire corridor.
Shen Wangshu was born with dark eyes and could see the colors of another world. Before his death, his adoptive father left her a "Psychic Scroll". The first sentence was: If you hear someone calling your full name at night, never look back.
Until one rainy night, she discovered that every stroke of the evil talisman she wrote looked like the fingerprints of the deceased. As for the twenty-three "resentless souls" who were sent away by her own hands, the last text message before their death was sent to her - on the screen of her mobile phone, she did not even remember that she had ever replied a single word.
Tonight, a man wearing white gloves came to the funeral parlor. She broke out in cold sweat as soon as he spoke: "Your psychic skills were taught by the dead lunatic in the funeral parlor, right?" Shen Wangshu pinched the talisman hidden in his sleeve and raised his chin: "Unfortunately - I am his daughter."
