At 1:44 A. M., the Dead Man Ordered My Takeout

After 1:44 a. M., There will be a non-existent city in Chongqing. There are light rails that never stop, stairs that never end, and hot pot restaurants that only serve dead people. And I am a night shift delivery person. Specialized in delivering meals to the dead. Until one day, I found that my name appeared on a death receipt.