"Ah, I'm going to die."
The Corpse Interpreter feels going to work is like attending a funeral.
He's never done this much work during the day...
Putting up banners, setting up KT boards, arranging seats, placing table name cards, distributing conference materials, contacting Extraordinary and municipal staff assigned on the list...
He's the kind of person who's ambitious to work eight hours a day, but slacks for seven, and now dealing with conference tasks has already exhausted today's work quota.
What to do, how can he find a chance to slack...
Looking at the string of calls that haven't been connected yet, especially the Extraordinary ones, the Corpse Interpreter has to find each one personally if not contacted.
As someone who walks less than three thousand steps a day, his band already shows two thousand steps...
Last night, when he was lying in the freezer, he should have pulled the door shut himself, trapping himself!
