The First Line of the Dead File Is My Name

In his third year of working the night shift at a funeral parlor, Shen Yu saw his own death date on the first line of a half-burned old file. It only writes the results, not the reasons. He escaped that night, but the day of his death was marked with a debt: forty-five nights later, the capital and interest were paid. After that, a new dead end emerges at midnight every night. If he changes his life, the world will make up for it; the more people he saves, the more the police think he is a murderer. And on the header of the dead copy, there were three faded red words printed on it: warehouse delivery slip.