Regular Erosion

When the law breaks down, the rule is the sharpest knife The peaceful daily life of Li Jin, the undertaker in the funeral parlor, was completely torn apart by a corpse that "called itself". The mobile phone left behind by the old man Li Guofu after his death vibrated crazily at midnight, showing a call from the deceased. When Li Jin picked up the phone, what came from the receiver was an inhuman howl of despair. The corpse's chest began to rise and fall strangely, and with the lights flickering, the plastic surgery room was completely sealed by invisible forces. In the darkness, regular footsteps sounded in the corridor - click, click, click... Every step steps on the fault line of survival logic. He was forced to hide in the spare freezer in the morgue and used a steel needle to pry open the door that had been deformed by the ghost. On the verge of death, cold words burned into my mind like a soldering iron: "Close the cabinet door and don't look back." This is a curse and a way to survive.