Incinerator Psychic 108: the Puzzle of Finding a Girl

I am an incinerator at a funeral home. I have two scars on my right hand, which were left by the unknown woman seven years ago. She said: "Look for me." From then on, I became a dead man's radio. By touching the corpse, you can read their most desperate memories before death. The first three buns are the last words left to the police by an old woman who froze to death in front of her son's grave; That sap was the taxi driver's silence after he took away my missing daughter; That red dress was the last burning hatred of a wealthy lady when her husband pushed her off a tall building. I burned 107 corpses, and each one told me the same secret: My daughter Chen Nian is not dead. The woman in gray hid her in the maze of 108 dead souls. To this day, I lit the 108th corpse—— That was Lin Zhiyi who died in front of my stove seven years ago. The moment the fire turned blue, I finally saw her face clearly and the man standing behind her. That's who I am now. It turns out that I was not looking for my daughter. I'm having a funeral for myself.