In most people's minds, morgues are not particularly comfortable places.
Not just because they are resting places for the deceased, or due to reasons like the smoke from the chimney or the array of memorial plaques.
The key is, it also serves as a facility for storing corpses.
In this regard, morgues are much more terrifying than cemeteries. After all, the latter is just urns full of ashes, at most a black-and-white photo pasted on the tombstone with a faint smile — the former stores cold, rigid bodies.
West suburbs of the city, morgue.
The surrounding scenery is desolate, with a few shanties scattered among the farmlands. Behind the crematorium is the largest cemetery in Lingling City, surrounded by forests, with a hefty price tag.
Driving into the morgue grounds, you pass through a few hundred meters of road and pull into the parking lot.
Nearing dusk, things in the distance are already lurking in the darkness, blurred as if hidden.
