Don't Touch That Printer

On the seventh day after his grandfather’s death, the property managers came to seal up the shop. Chen Yan had only eighty-six yuan in his pocket and a younger sister with nowhere else to go, clinging to him. He kept watch over the ten-square-meter courier station his grandfather had left him, thinking it was nothing more than a shabby little shop. Then, late one night, an old dot-matrix printer that had never been plugged in began spitting out yellow paper on its own. “Warehouse clerk.” “Held in storage.” “Twenty-four.” From that day on, the elevator stopped at a nonexistent basement level. Glass marbles from decades ago rolled out of the parcel lockers, and an old warehouse keeper in blue coveralls stood in the corner. Everyone else thought the place was haunted. But Chen Yan knew the labels of the living world had gone wrong. Obsession turns into a prison, rules breed evil, and someone is secretly rewriting the way an entire city understands reality. The old printer his grandfather left behind can print labels that set everything right. **Don’t touch that printer.** Because what it prints isn’t shipping labels, but the past that you and I refuse to let fade away.