Before the Universe Died, He Left Me a Suicide Note

In three hundred years the universe will die. It wrote a suicide note in advance, but chose the only executor as a temporary worker in an interstellar funeral home who owed twelve months' rent. Lu Jin's job was originally to put makeup on corpses, pack up belongings of the deceased, and occasionally persuade family members not to fight next to the incinerator. Until three o'clock in the morning, a corpse from tomorrow knocked on the refrigerator, demanding that its death certificate be revoked. From that day on, Lu Jin discovered that he could hear the last wishes of the deceased. By closing the airlock for the last time, he can borrow the law of "closure". By sending the last letter to a perishing civilization, he can make a dead star burn again. To collect the body of his future self, he could even borrow a minute from tomorrow. But every time he borrows the power of the deceased, he will be eroded by the memory, personality and obsession of the deceased. The universe left him only two sentences in his suicide note. The first sentence: "Don't save me." The second sentence: "Find the nine witness seals, and then kill the person who tried to resurrect me." What's even more troublesome is that a woman from three hundred years later is chasing him. The universe must die on time, she said. Lu Jin could only sigh as he looked at the ship full of corpses that wouldn't shut up, the solar sails that had been unpaid for eight years, and the stars that had begun counting down. "You can save the universe." "Pay your overtime pay first."