Lao Chen, a middle-aged delivery rider, was overwhelmed by rent, medical expenses, and his daughter's school fees. However, on a rainy night, he received the strangest order in his life - to deliver milk tea to the "dead people" in the morgue of the funeral home.
The moment he pushed the freezer open, the blue-gray "recipient" actually had the face of his father and even called his mother's name. The platform's call reminder, the missing electric car key, and the name on the duty list that should have been cremated ten years ago pinned him firmly in this weird situation.
When the dusty photos slipped from the cowhide envelope, Lao Chen discovered that the truth behind his father's "death" was far more horrifying than he imagined: tampered equipment records, evidence of being burned, fake urns in the cemetery, and the landlord who was always pressing for rent, hiding secrets that could subvert everything.
The text message said "Don't believe him, there is a gun in the drawer", but the "dead man" who claimed to be his father's comrade-in-arms was holding a family photo that he had never seen before; the "evidence" the scar-faced man was looking for seemed to be related to the murder case in his father's factory; and the "not clean" that the mother repeatedly said before her death turned out not to refer to ghosts, but to living people.
Each additional order of weird takeout is one step closer to the truth and one inch closer to danger. Lao Chen didn't know that the ending of this entanglement that started in the freezer had been written for him twenty years ago - either he would reveal all the lies and pull out the people hiding in the dark one by one, or he would become the next "cremated" Li Jianguo.
This is not a ghost story. It is about a middle-aged man who is trapped in the mud by life. He is lying on the ice in a funeral parlor.
