I Answer the 804 Complaint Hotline at the Funeral Home

Shen You, who graduated from the funeral major, was assigned to keep vigil in the computer room of the funeral parlor, with a salary of 1,800 yuan, and a burn scar on his face. The paint-peeling red landline "804" on the corner of the table rings every night - the callers are all ghosts: the grandmother whose ashes were mixed into the doghouse by her grandson, the newly buried aunt who was so disturbed by the square dance that she couldn't sleep, the female high school student whose father robbed her of her compensation... The complaint was established, and the system credited her with thirty-eight and a half yuan, and the scar on her face was one millimeter lighter. She scolds ghosts, digs out money, and calculates commissions, and her days are getting more and more decent. Until he discovered that the old case of a baby girl in Anping Station in 1992 was actually related to his own life experience. And Lu Yan, the deputy director in a gray suit who always puts a thermos at the door, seemed to have been waiting for this call for twenty-two years.