On Chen Shi's first night running his grandfather's funeral shop, someone brought in an empty coffin.
The pallbearers said, “The person inside won't die until tomorrow night.”
The ledger his grandfather left behind turned a page by itself and wrote down a name.
Beneath the name, a line of tiny text appeared: +8.
Chen Shi stared at it for a long time. “Do I get paid by the job, too?”
From that day on, he settled people's accounts. What he settled were the words people had left unsaid and the justice they had never received.
Once an account was settled, the name faded, and another performance bonus appeared in the ledger.
He flipped to the first page. His grandfather's name had been entered twenty years ago.
But his grandfather had only been buried this year.
