I Was Resurrected Before the Memorial Service

The war is over, and the newly recruited cleaning team is sorting the debris of the battlefield. At this time, the mountain of corpses nearby moved, and something crawled out of it. Lin Shen climbed out of the pile of corpses and happened to look into the eyes of a team member. "It's aberration!! Go to hell!!" The other party mistook him, who was covered in blood and mucus, for a deformed body. In panic, he knocked him unconscious again with a stick. When Lin Shen woke up, the biting cold and the rancid smell of formalin hit his face - he was lying on a gurney in the makeshift morgue, and the staff were about to put him and another bloody corpse into a refrigerator. He jumped up in fright, pulled the shroud sheet around his body, staggered out of the morgue and ran for help. "Help! Help!!" He fell into his best friend's office. When the other person saw him, his face turned pale and he trembled: "Are you Lin Shen? How come you are still alive?" Lin Shen suppressed his discomfort and asked for the reason. With trembling hands, his best friend pulled out the war zone death list and pushed it to him. "... I'm told here that your memorial service will be held tomorrow." His name was clearly written in black and white on the paper, indicating that he was killed on the battlefield and his body was to be collected. The small room fell silent for a moment. Lin Shen slammed the roster on the table, and the paper made a swishing sound. "But I'm still alive!"