When Zhao Rong saw the mysterious roster, he quickly crouched down and picked it up. Pointing at the names, he said to his assistant, "Look, among the next batch of people to be cremated, our names are on the list—yours and mine."
The assistant was taken aback. Staring at the names and photos, he said in disbelief, "Is this a mistake? How could our names possibly be on here? Does this mean we're both going to die in the next week and be sent to this crematorium?"
Just then, Wang Guihua, standing behind them, pointed to the signature at the bottom of the roster. "Look," she said, "it's the name of the person who delivers the dead…"
Zhao Rong leaned in for a closer look and saw that the person listed to deliver his and his assistant's bodies was none other than the Rainy Night Killer. He sucked in a sharp breath. "It seems this so-called Rainy Night Killer is planning to come after us."
