I'm a coward, but I'm even more afraid of being poor. For a monthly salary of 4,500 yuan, I took a night-shift security job at a funeral home, only to discover that the residents in the refrigerated morgue could talk—and I was the only one who could hear them. Thanks to the information I picked up from their conversations, I went from being broke and 8,000 yuan in debt to having a fortune of 500,000 yuan. I even anonymously helped the police solve a case. But as the secret grows, a widow comes looking for me, undercover officers start watching me, and even my coworkers become suspicious. Who would believe me if I told them the secrets I'd heard from inside the morgue's cold storage?