On my first day at work, the director imparted to me one valuable piece of advice, saying, "The most important quality for a forensic pathologist is staying calm. Corpses can't lie, but the living do."Back then, I did not dare to correct him despite knowing better. I knew the truth, and that was that corpses really could talk.I'd been able to hear strange voices around me ever since I was little.When our old cat died, I held its cooling carcass in my arms and cried. Then, I heard it grumble in my ear, "Stop crying. You're getting snot all over my fur."I was so terrified that I couldn't sleep a wink for three days straight.When my grandmother passed away, I could hear her body muttering in my ear as clear as day even under all that crying everyone else was doing in the funeral hall."Your aunt stole my gold bracelet again. There's a bankbook under the third brick beneath the bed. Don't let her get her hands on it."I searched exactly where she told me to and actually found t
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