Others were so scared that they were scared out of their wits. I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes.
My name is Chen Du, I am twenty-four years old, unemployed and homeless. My greatest specialty in life is that I can fall asleep anytime and anywhere.
My mother said I was possessed by a slacker. I felt like she was scolding me. Later I found out that what she said was true.
On my first day of working at Chengnan Funeral Parlor, the body in the cold storage room reached out to me. The curator drank the tea I poured and slowly told me: When your grandfather entrusted you to me, he said that your eyes would open sooner or later.
Open? My eyes are always open.
"It's not the pair that looks at living people." The curator nodded his eyelids, "It's the pair that looks at dead people."
From that day on, my life completely went astray.
The woman in red blocking the hearse on the highway late at night, the black paper ash floating out of the chimney of the crematorium, the troupe singing in the old forest behind the funeral home - other undertakers walked around when they saw it, but I yawned first.
It's not that I'm brave, it's just that I've seen too many of these things, and they really help me sleep.
My name is Chen Du. I am the only designated night shift undertaker in Chengnan Funeral Parlor. I work part-time to suppress evil spirits and drive away evil spirits.
"Hey, new guy, you stepped on my toes."
"I'm sorry, brother. By the way, brother, how did you die?"
"... Move your feet first."
