White Shadow in the Morgue

The landlord warned him not to go near the back road of the town hospital morgue. The young man fearlessly ventured out on a rainy night and bumped into the woman in white frozen at the door. I thought it was just an illusion, until behind the crowd at the scene of the car accident and under the moonlight outside my classmate's window, I could see the white shadow dragging the chain. When the temple keeper's incense ashes fell on my forehead, he sighed heavily: 'That thing has been clinging to you for half a year...' The truth actually started from the dark red puddle under the desperate pregnant woman's body next to the garbage dump in the rain alley, and her unintentional glance at me when she was coldly rejected by the hospital... The root cause of the unjust death was actually an understatement of 'accidental death' text message half a year ago. How to calm down this overwhelming resentment?