Flesh and Bones Are Fragrant

I am Shen Gugu, the undertaker at Huicheng Funeral Parlor. I have a problem. When I put makeup on dead people, I can see their memories of the last seven seconds before they died. That day, I fished out a floating corpse from the Dongjiang River. His face was soaked and his eyes were empty. When I was putting makeup on him, in the seventh second, he opened his eyes, smiled at me and said: "Sister, the birthmark on your back really looks like our dad." I'm an orphan. I don't have a birthmark on my back. But after that day, something started to grow on my back. My shadow started to move on its own. There are dozens of missed calls from "me" in my mobile phone. Senior brother said that I am a "xinsu" - a person born with an open mind. If you can see things you shouldn't see, you will also be targeted by those things. He said, I also have a younger sister who got lost when she was three years old and was never found again. He said, the thing that smiles in my shadow, the thing that lies on my bedside in the middle of the night and calls me "sister", the thing that talks to me with my voice - It's me. It was the half of me that I killed with my own hands thirty years ago. Now, she came to pick me up. The winter solstice is coming. More and more corpses are floating on the river. The shadows on the street became disobedient. The entire Gray City is sinking into a place called "dirty soil". The innermost room is my room. (The content of the first two chapters is a bit too much to set up the world view and various foreshadowings, please be patient and read it)