Night Shift: I Touched Dead People and Understood the Rules

1:47 A. M., Funeral home mortuary. Lying on the autopsy table in front of me was the corpse of a twenty-three-year-old woman who had jumped from a building and had a broken skull. My phone rang - it was a text message, from a deceased number: "Lu Zuo, don't touch her. She's still alive." Before I had time to react, the female corpse moved her fingers. Then the lights in the morgue went out. In the darkness, I heard a voice coming from the autopsy table. It was hoarse and hollow, as if it came from deep underground: "... Are you here to kill me too?"