My name is Lin Mo, and I have been an undertaker in a funeral home for six years.
My job is to put makeup on dead people.
My side job is taking things from dead people.
Eight years ago, my parents died in an "accidental car accident." Eight years later, a corpse that had not decayed for three days was delivered to me. Before he died, he left three words -
The Great Advent is not an accident.
There are things growing in the contaminated area.
Someone around you has lied to you.
From that day on, there were more and more bodies in the freezer. The researcher who was silenced, the killer who was executed by the organization, the woman with clues hidden under her fingernails... Every corpse told me the same thing: the organization that killed my parents was called Guixu, and their people were in the Special Investigation Bureau, right next to me.
And what they have been looking for for twenty years is hidden inside my body.
I am an undertaker and I do not kill people.
I am only responsible for collecting their bodies.
Then take from the hands of the dead the debts owed to me by the living.
