I borrowed a brain f

Uncle San said, this is the custom of the mortician.,His pupils contracted slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard his Uncle's voice in his ear. Then, right after, his right arm was bound with red rope, tightening until it hurt his wrist.,Since he started working, he had heard many rumors, such as people accidentally touching corpses of underworld figures who were poisoned to death, or dying from coughing up blood.。