Strange stories about the national destiny have come, and each country selects a "chosen one" to enter the strange world. I, an ordinary Chinese social creature who is incapable of doing anything and is most afraid of ghosts, was selected. Facing the slit girl, I cried and handed her a mask: "Sister, pay attention to protection, mutated viruses are even more terrifying!" Facing the bloody butcher, I took out the "Food Safety Law" with my backhand and recited it. While the chosen ones from other countries were fighting bloody battles, I was squatting in the corner with BOSS, discussing the provisions of the "Eight-Hour Work System" in the Labor Law. Later, in my country, the street lights became brighter, the roads became smoother, and even the air became sweeter.
