The heavy rain washed away the rusted fire escape, and Lin Mo's food delivery box made an untimely buzz on his waist. The thirty-first time I opened my phone, the scarlet countdown was still suspended in the center of the screen: [29 days, 23:17:42]. The rain flowed down his brow bone into his collar, burrowing into his spine like a cold centipede. "You're a pervert." He knocked on the iron door of the urban village mechanically. The wrist sticking out from the crack in the door was wearing a tourbillon watch worth six figures. The customer did not accept the meal, but instead used his fingernails to scratch three blood marks on the packaging bag. Lin Mo retreated subconsciously, crushing his own reflection in the water. "I heard about your platform..." The customer's voice suddenly turned into an electronic synthesized voice, "... All the food is missing lately?" The lunch box suddenly popped open. In the tinfoil box that was supposed to contain roasted brains, a beating biological heart was spewing light blue slime. Lin Mo heard the sound of his back molars rubbing together, drowning out the faint siren in the distance. The soaked uniform shirt stuck to his back and evaporated into a white mist that smelled of blood. "Please confirm... The heartbeat freshness." The customer's pupils glowed red with the barcode. The wound on Lin Mo's left arm suddenly burned. It was the punishment for failing the first mission three days ago - when he threw away the package containing human teeth, the entire arm festered with black lines like tree roots. He grabbed the heart and smashed it into the other person's face. The slime pulled out spiderweb-like threads in the air, and when it touched the door frame, it instantly corroded honeycomb-shaped holes. The customer's face melted like a wax figure, revealing the metal skull underneath: "The second order is against the rules, the punishment is..." There was a crisp sound of the steel bars breaking from the fire escape. The moment Lin Mo jumped down
