On the day Gu Linchuan lost his job, he received an employment notice without a company name: he would go to work at midnight and be responsible for delivering express delivery that could never be delivered through normal channels.
The recipient of the first order was my father who had been missing for ten years. But the receipt said: He has been dead for ten years and must sign for it in person.
From then on, he began to go in and out of streets that did not exist on the map, delivering relics to the dead and messages to the missing. When it comes to things that cannot be classified, brute force is useless; only by finding the real name and verifying the address can the signature or return be completed.
Every time he sends a package, he gets one step closer to the truth about his father, but part of his address will be rubbed away by the world. He must keep his home address until he can find his father.
