Recipient

Zhou Ye worked as a receptionist in a funeral home for three years, with a monthly salary of 4,500, specializing in taking care of people who died suddenly. He thought the biggest taboo in this business was running into the dead. Until that day, he touched a memory that did not belong to him on the fingernails of a female corpse who fell from the building - the elevator, the quarrel, the pushing, the falling. And the tattoo on the sleeve of the guy who pushed her. And that person was standing behind him at the moment. Zhou Ye didn't look back. He stared at the purple nails on the corpse's fingers and suddenly realized something - Some memories will seep out along the corpse. And those things that seep out are the hardest currency in the world.