I'll Give You Twenty Years of Life in Hong Kong.

On the night of Black Monday in 1987, I received my first blackmail. Since then, I have become an errand boy on the streets of Kowloon who delivers "dead orders". Delivering takeaways to residents who have been dead for seven days, sending wreaths to customers who were buried three days ago, sending paper to a non-existent address... Behind every dirty bill, stands the mysterious man holding a black umbrella and wearing white gloves. In the past ten years, I have witnessed the stock market crash, the demolition of the walled city, the turmoil of the world, and the changes of the times, and I have also gradually uncovered the mystery of my life experience. It wasn't until the early morning of July 1, 1997, that I realized that I had died when I was seven years old, and that these twenty years of life were just borrowed from the underworld. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.