Seamstress

He Mo is the undertaker. Stitching a dead man's face costs five yuan a stitch, and he is innocent. In the middle of that night, he went to Huishui Town to sew a female corpse. Halfway through the sewing, the female corpse opened her eyes and said thank you to him. Only then did he realize that the world was sick. Reality is like a rag, with holes everywhere, and things that want to eat people are hidden behind the holes. That's weird. The core of the weirdness is a wrong rule. If the rule is removed, a crystal will be left behind. If you sew this crystal into your body, you can gain strange power. He sewed the first crystal into his right index finger. From now on, anything he touches will stop. He sewed the second one into his throat. From now on he can silence anyone. He sewed the third one into his chest. From then on he could hear things that others couldn't hear. With each stitch, there was an additional ink mark on his body. The ink marks started from the fingers, then climbed to the wrists and then to the forearms. No one knows what he will become when it crawls all over his body. Because all the people in history who were sewn to the seventh piece first became weird before that day. He already had three stitches. There are three needle holes in my hand, and there is no feeling when I press them. My voice is getting hoarse and I am occasionally unable to speak. Sometimes someone else's heartbeat beats out of my chest. But he couldn't stop because the slits were still leaking out, and he was the only tailor who knew how to mend this rag.