Death Hotline: Don't Hang Up

At 3:07 in the morning, the phone rang. Lin Ye worked the night shift at the crisis hotline for three years. This time the girl on the other end said, "Hello. I've been dead for three minutes. Can you help me?" From then on, the calls came every night. Each caller is a dead person - trapped in a copy of death made of rules. He must find the only way to survive among the intertwined rules of truth and falsehood, otherwise not only the caller will disappear forever, but he himself will also be in crisis. . . But as the gray lines on his hands grew more and more, he began to realize that those calls weren't coming to him randomly. There was an invisible line between the car accident that cost him his parents ten years ago and the phone calls he answered every night.