Refrigerator No. 7

Chen Mo, 24 years old, was unemployed and his mother suffered from a lung tumor and needed 80,000 yuan for surgery. When he was desperate, he was introduced to the Chengxi Funeral Service Center by his third uncle, a gambler whom he had not contacted in ten years, to work the night shift at the Chengxi Funeral Service Center. This place was eerie and strange. Old Feng, who was in his sixties, told him that there were seven cold storage rooms here. No. 7 In the innermost place must not approach or inquire about them. He also set six strange night watchman rules for him. Chen Mo, who had just arrived, encountered bizarre events on his first night: a strange smile appeared on the body, the door lock of the cold room No. 7 Opened by itself, a pale hand stretched out from the crack in the door, and a woman in a white dress stood in the air-conditioning. Old Fengtou's vague words, the abnormally low temperature in the No. 7 Refrigerator, and the warning that "some things will crawl into the listener's ears along with the words" made Chen Mo struggle in fear, just to earn enough for his mother's surgery, but he didn't know that he had already stepped into an unpredictable and strange dilemma.