After his grandmother died, Chen Dongsheng, who was homeless, took over the night shift guard job in the hospital morgue.
In the long and cold corridor on the first floor, fluorescent lights flickered on and off, and rows of iron morgues stood silently. The old key marked C07 on the keychain on my waist was repeatedly warned not to touch it.
A note left by grandma, a cryptic warning hidden in the drawer, grandma's unusual instructions before her death, and a registration record that the pen didn't match.
In the long night with only the hum of the machine, the young man guarded the place of death and uncovered the hidden truth behind his grandmother's death bit by bit.
His trusted senior is covering up everything, the locked freezer hides secrets, and the black car of unknown origin hovers like a shadow.
An unaccompanied young man, with fragmentary clues in hand, fights against layers of fog alone, seeking an answer for his only relative.
