The Burning Sun Burns Bones: Compliant Funeral Home

The scorching sun can melt asphalt in June, but the morgue of Yong'an Funeral Home in the old city is always filled with cold air. Shen Yan inherited the funeral parlor of his distant uncle, clutching the business license soaked in the blood of "Black Coffin". On the first day, the old lady broke through the No. 3 Cabinet and sat up to ask for Tuojiang-soled shoes - her collar had algae, which was exactly the same as the one in the 1983 floating corpse case. There is a red rope bell stuck between the finger bones of the skeleton that was moved to the grave. It is the relic of a girl who disappeared ten years ago, but the family forced him to mix the bones to get compensation. Hidden in the account book of his uncle is the rule of "burning bloody children's clothes on the yellow juju tree on the fifteenth day of every month." There is always a crying child's smile when the shadow of the tree flickers. Section Chief Wang of the Civil Affairs Bureau made a midnight inspection and asked him to buy cemetery equipment. Section Chief Liu of the state-owned enterprise brought the body with strangulation marks and asked for a "normal death" certificate for 50,000 yuan. The most painful thing is the people around him: A Zhe, a young boy, flipped through half of a Xinhu "Healing Game" cassette and hung it on a yellow jujube tree, with his fingernails embedded in the bark of the tree; his aunt refused to sign a false contamination report from the funeral home and was hit by a truck while delivering peanut cakes. The hot cakes were mixed with blood and splattered all over the floor. The old freezer (HH-07) of Hanjiang House of Horror buzzes in the equipment room, and the broken mirror sent from Xinhu can reflect the last scene of the deceased. The last page of his uncle's diary was written in blood: "The scorching sun cannot penetrate the three underground corpse cellars - there are buried things that can restart all 'games.'" Shen Yan touched the basement key in the urn and knew that this "management" was a hole filled with his life.