Convenience Store in the Underworld, My Customers Are Not Human Beings

The day I got the night shift offer at a convenience store, the landlord was throwing my luggage onto the street. The recruitment notice read: "Food and lodging included, monthly salary of 8,000, as long as you are brave" - ​​I later learned that "courage" means daring to find a head for a headless ghost in the promotion area, sign for a "stand-in doll" purchased online for a water ghost, and even help an old lady wearing a shroud return expired Mengpo soup. The shelves of this store hide the secrets of Yin and Yang: ■ The blood-colored cans put on the shelves at three in the morning, with the dates of birth and death printed on the labels; ■ There is always a scratching sound coming from the bottom of the freezer. It is said that the former clerk did not escape the probation period; ■ The most terrible thing was the blank paper figurine that the paper maker sold on consignment. That night my fingers slipped and I clicked—— The paper man actually compared the surveillance. When I was forced to burn "Hummers from the Underworld" for Black and White Wuchang in exchange for tips, the craftsman Lu kicked the door with three fingers and warned: "Do you think the merit list is just a performance report? If you continue to burn paper cars randomly, it will be your fault that inflation will explode!" But the real crisis was the sudden appearance of the bronze coffin. The rules posted on the counter began to bleed: ⚠️Article 1: If the customer is a human, please call the police ⚠️Article 7: Don't light candles for a woman wearing a wedding dress ⚠️Last article: Our store will close permanently after seven days