The Chaotic Couple of the Seventies

Ming Dai stood in the bustling service hall, still feeling quite lost. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that even a ghost would be bewildered here. Was this the Underworld?

Looking around at the staff busy at their posts, all dressed in suits and ties, and hearing the constant chiming of the number announcer, if it weren't for the giant electronic screen above scrolling the words: "Underworld Service Hall, Wholeheartedly at Your Service!" Ming Dai would have thought she was at a government office running errands.

She sighed. With a mindset of accepting her fate—dead was dead—she glanced at the ticket in her hand and found a place to sit.

All Ming Dai could remember was coming home from work last night, having just finished preparing a delicious meal, and before she could enjoy it, she heard someone call her name. In a daze, she followed the voice without knowing why.

As a long-time single woman living alone, she was always extremely cautious. There was no way she would just go with someone who called her. Especially since the person calling her had a shifty look—young, in a suit, trying to look proper but holding what looked like a fire poker, calling her name as he walked.

Yet her body moved without her consent, unconsciously following him. By the time she regained her senses, she was already in a car with the young man. They sped off, and her next memory was standing at the entrance to this service hall, with the young man shoving a ticket with her number into her hand.

Seeing the words "Underworld Ser