[Lie down in the Holy Land? No, this is Cthulhu Front! Jia Changan, who "retired" after graduating from bachelor's degree, accurately chose the shortcut in life - to work in a funeral parlor in Qingzhou City. Reason? Purely! "It's too tiring to deal with living people, and the dead ones are the easiest to worry about." The stable establishment, free positions, generous five insurances and one housing fund perfectly realize the retirement ambition of "avoiding twenty years of detours". The sigh of "sunset industry" in the mouth of colleagues? Jia Changan sneered: "It is obviously a rising industry that is short of manpower and will never close down!"
Until that day, when he opened his eyes, he found that Lao Wang, who was working next door, had a fluffy fox tail behind his butt...
He cracked.
Jia Changan was shocked to realize that he had traveled to an ordinary funeral parlor. This is the "Abnormal Life Terminal Processing Station - Qingzhou Branch"! There is a 100 million chance that those corpses lying quietly will grow tentacles, compound eyes, and mutate into Cthulhu-type indescribable objects with a "bang" during the farewell ceremony or the second before being pushed into the furnace!
Jia Changan asked in a trembling voice: "Stationmaster, then... Which master should I work with?" Stationmaster: "Oh, No. 144 Is very experienced." Colleague probed: "Report! Master No. 144 Was just in the No. 3 Furnace... Uh... Dragged directly in by a degraded monster..." The stationmaster said without changing his expression: "What about No. 143? He is stable!" A colleague handed over a blood-stained work jacket: "... Senior No. 143... This is the only one left."
Jia Changan's eyes darkened: "This is not a pension, this is booking a stove for yourself in advance!"
