Qiao Sang has been working as a night shift customer service officer at a funeral supplies store for three years, and he thinks he can handle any weird after-sales service.
Until 00:07 in the morning, a buyer who had been dead for seven days left a one-star negative review for the store:
"The shroud is too thin and will disappear as soon as the fire catches it. I want to return it."
The next second, a charred package arrived in the empty elevator. The sender is the deceased, the recipient is Qiao Sang, but the signature time says tomorrow.
From that day on, there was an additional "After-Sales Service" entrance to her backstage. What the deceased returns is not the merchandise, but the unspoken truth, the stolen identity, and the last bit of unwillingness before death.
Qiao Sang must find out the real appeal of the deceased before the countdown ends. If you refuse three times, the return will be sent to the customer service person; if you view after-sales images or call limited inquiries, you will have to pay with your own private memory.
The so-called five stars never mean satisfaction or forgiveness, but only mean that the deceased has stopped pursuing this work order.
After processing the first order, Qiao Sang entered the name of his sister who had been missing for three years.
A line of text pops up on the page:
Customer service number 000, current status: processing.
