Heavy rain washed away the rusted steel forest in Xin'an City, and Lin Mo's electric car plowed a silver track in the stagnant water. The insulated box made a clicking sound during the bumps, like a time bomb ready to explode. When the navigation led him to the backlit side of the Tower of Babel, all the neon signs suddenly went out, and only a scarlet pop-up window popped up on the phone screen: [00:23:59] suspended above the order details. "Is it a system bug again?" Lin Mo clicked refresh with frozen fingers, and his pupils suddenly shrank - the original delivery address of Building B on the 17th floor became [Coordinates: ███.██]. Raindrops hit the screen, and those twisted water marks were like the weird ripples that occasionally appeared on my sister's heart monitor. The elevator was filled with the smell of cheap incense, and the groan of metal deformation came from the ventilation ducts. At the end of the corridor on the seventeenth floor, the door of Room 0504 was ajar, with ice-blue light seeping from the cracks in the door. He stomped his rain-soaked boots: "Your takeaway." "Put it in the entrance hall." The female voice at the door had a pause like electronic synthesis. When Lin Mo bent over, the lock of the incubator suddenly popped open, and a vague figure was reflected in the titanium alloy lining - no facial features, only an outline composed of 0s and 1s approaching from behind. He turned around suddenly, and there was only a bronze box placed in the center of the empty living room. The gluttonous patterns on the box surface were distorted in the reflection of the rain, as if eating his retreating shadow. The phone vibrated at this moment, and Zhou Muyun's message slid out from the notification bar: "Has Mr. Lin considered our medical loan?"
