At the moment when the blood-red moon swallowed the sun, courier Lin Mo was sitting slumped in the corner of the courier station holding an empty cardboard box. The notice of dismissal three days ago shattered his life earlier than the radio warning of zombies biting his neck.
After being bound to the [All Things Recycling System], he discovered that he could touch the "value patterns" hidden in items. Vitamin potion recipes are hidden in rotten apples, and radio mastery skills can be found by disassembling old radios. But when he exchanged three packs of instant noodles for the rusty dagger that the veteran king treasured, the dark golden lines on the blade actually pointed to top-secret military files from twenty years ago...
In this exchange, the apocalypse of life and secrets circulated. With his strange eyes that could see through the essence of all things, Lin Mo dragged the creaking modified cart through the burning streets. The zombies roared behind him, but he hummed an off-key song during the bumps - the rusty "Doomsday Mobile Supermarket" sign on the trolley was reflecting the second bloody moon in the horizon.
