Zhou Ze silently put down his phone and rubbed his eyes at the same time.
The death attendant stood up, picked up a rag beside him, and walked to where the two girls were sitting. He bent down and began to wipe the blood that the little boy had dripped down.
The death attendant's job in the bookstore was very simple. It was to clean.
There was no need for wages, no need for food and lodging, no complaints, no protests, and no blabbering. He only knew how to bury his head in hard work.
"Oh my god, he's actually a living person,"a girl exclaimed.
One had to know that they had also noticed this death attendant before. However, because the death attendant had not moved at all, they and the two children had thought that this was just a humanoid sculpture placed in the bookstore.
The death attendant cleaned up professionally, stood up, and prepared to leave.
But Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and signaled him not to move.
