During the 618 shopping festival, package deliveries are through the roof. As a property manager, I’m so busy every day I barely have time to breathe.
Even so, there are still unreasonable residents.
“Xiao Wu, I’m working overtime right now. Could you take my package home for me?”
I glanced at the time. It was almost midnight.
I was just about to refuse when she started urging me again.
“Isn’t serving the residents what property management is for? You know my door code.”
“After you bring the package in, open it for me too. And don’t forget to take all the trash from the balcony downstairs.”
Those of us in the service industry are nothing but slaves of the new century.
Grumbling under my breath, I carried a huge pile of packages into Ms. Liu’s home, then reluctantly took care of her trash.
The next second, I saw a corpse in her home.
And the corpse belonged to the very person who had just sent me those voice messages:
Ms. Liu herself!
