I Can See Your Death

The most smiling face Lu Beichen had ever seen in his life was a dead one. Temporary night shift worker in a funeral home, the monthly salary is 3,500, including a night shift meal. The left eye can see the countdown to death above the head of the living person, and the right eye can see the last frame of memory of the deceased. The smile on the doll's face was curved up to his ears, the villain who had lived for 130 years was serving tea in front of him, and the truth that his parents died in a "traffic accident" at the same time twelve years ago - a miserable temporary worker with a monthly salary of 3,500, standing at the entrance to a world he had never imagined. "Mom." Lu Beichen squatted on the ground, his left eye burning. "Run." He ran.