My roommate, Meng Nansheng, gave me a silver bracelet. I turned around and put it on the wrist of a homeless woman whose face had been disfigured by sulfuric acid. Because fifteen minutes earlier, I had seen a barrage of comments: [Good girl, Meng Nansheng has bound a beauty-transfer System to that silver bracelet!] [Once you put it on, you'll become her in three days and marry a 55-year-old, violent old bachelor.] [Meanwhile, she'll become you and marry your boyfriend from a wealthy family, having his children.] [That's not all. She'll trick your father into going to northern Myanmar to be exploited, and plot a murder-for-insurance scam involving your mother.] 1 After helping the homeless woman put it on, I headed to a gold shop across the street. I had to make sure Meng...