On the day I turned 35, I walked out of the office building holding a cardboard box. The mortgage, my father's critical illness notice, and my wife's silent tears pushed me into the Blue Rider's house. I delivered milk tea to girls who worked overtime late at night, life-saving pills to elderly people living alone, and was hit in the face with takeout by the lady in the villa. I thought this was what life was like, until my causal insight system suddenly awakened. The recipient of the first braised chicken was a former colleague who took away my position. The system prompted a guilty conscience level of 87%, embezzlement of public funds, and the evidence was hidden in... The photo of the second roast chicken that was to be placed on the fourth tombstone in the third row of Nanshan Cemetery was of a benefactor I had never met but hated deeply. The person who opened the door for the third Malatang order was my ex-girlfriend who regretted the marriage and eloped, and is now the CEO's wife. He looked at my work clothes and chuckled, you have this day too? I nodded and smiled, and the system alarm in my mind shared that the target's guilty conscience value was 100%, and the cause of death was suspected of murder in your previous life. The takeaway box contained not only meals, but also knives. They were the first bargaining chip for me to restart my life. I will take back everything that is owed to me with my own hands.
