Jiang Zhaolu

At night in Haizhou, there is a second set of order. Some people are dead, but cannot go to the place where they should go; some people have been cremated, but their names are still listed in the old account; some people are clearly alive, but they are canceled in advance on another list. Jiang Zhao was originally just a night-shift transporter at the funeral service center, until a body that was supposed to be sent to the furnace left a message for him in the carriage: Don't send it to Xierluo. From that night on, he came into contact with a set of underlying urban systems that had never been disclosed to ordinary people. The temples, offices, roads, stations, signatures, registers, and old records are all still there, but they have just been renamed and hidden in the city today. And Haizhou is just the beginning.