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The ultimate nightmare of social terror: dead people start sending her tasks. Yu Zhi, 22 years old, works the night shift as a corpse cosmetologist at a funeral home. The reason for choosing this job is simple: dead people cannot speak. Until one thunderstorm night, her hand slipped and cut her finger, and blood dripped on the old lady's face. The next second, a line of words floated above the old lady's head: [Five-star review: Before 12 o'clock tonight, go downstairs to feed the stray cats. Reward: Nagging skill. Otherwise, negative reviews will bombard you all night long. Yu Zhi:? ? ? She thought it was a hallucination and closed her eyes to sleep. Then the nagging voice of the old lady filled my screen until two in the morning. "I've had that cat for three years. Who will feed it if I leave?" "Today's young people have no integrity at all!" "Huahua loves to eat small dried fish, the kind with blue packaging..." Yu Zhi collapsed and got up at two o'clock in the morning to feed the cat. From then on, her night shift life completely went astray...