"You have a new Didi order——"
Changsun Langkuang held half a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at the screen. It is located at the back entrance of the Crematorium in the west of the city.
"Fuck." He put out the cigarette butt and hit the steering wheel to death.
This month's mortgage payment is still 800 yuan short, and I have to accept the ghost bill.
Two street lights at the back door of the crematorium were broken, and the shadows of the trees swayed like soul-calling flags. A black car parked in the shadows, no license plate.
The windows lower a slit.
