On the Third Day of Unemployment, I Went to the Underworld to Work the Night Shift

On the third day of unemployment, Chen Shi received the last package from Xiaofa: an ebony plaque without any characters. There is only one sentence in the letter: This brand recognizes you, not me. He touched the card and found the word "work" in his palm - it couldn't be washed off or rubbed off, like ink seeping into the skin. That night, the first bang came from the alley. My aunt told him three sentences overnight: It's dark, so light up all the lights. When you hear the bangzi, close your eyes on the count of three. No matter who calls you, don't answer. It turned out that on the fourth day of unemployment, he went to the underworld to work the night shift. Raise the lamp, test the soul, and check the list. There is an unwritten rule in the ward: don't recognize the face, smell first - people who have reached the end of their lifespan have the smell of burnt lamp oil. Chen Shi originally wanted to save enough wages and leave. Until he saw his grandfather's name on an old list from thirty years ago.