The Women in the Morgue on the Seventh Night All Opened Their Eyes

My name is Zhou Yan, a temporary night shift worker in the Third Hospital of the City, with a monthly salary of RMB 3,800. I take care of my grandma during the day and count the cabinets in the morgue at night. Three months into this job, the woman in the closet started to move. The nails in Cabinet No. 3 Are growing, the corners of the mouth in Cabinet No. 5 Are curling up, and the female forensic doctor in Cabinet No. 7 Lies down in Cabinet No. 7 Late at night and closes the door from the inside. I found a diary. The first page said "She won't leave", and the thirty-seventh page was empty - the woman who sat up and came to me in the middle of the night said that I was responsible for her death on that page. Mo Wan was the first person to ask "Are you afraid?" She is a gentle policewoman, but she stood at the door of the morgue without even turning her collar. She was scared to death, but she sat down and stayed up with me all night. Later, a line was carved on her wrist by the diary, which will never fade away and will forever be connected to my life. The diary has forty-seven pages. Some say the last page is a dead end. Page thirty-seven is empty. Early this morning, I turned to page 38 - there was an extra line of text on it. It's my handwriting. But I didn't write it last night, weird things happened one after another This diary can write about living and dead people. I can use it to make the murderer die on the seventh night, and I can use it to lock everything in this morgue that shouldn't wake up. But it keeps retracting every page, like someone slowly pulling the thread on the back of the paper. By the time it's over, I'll know who she is.