In this world, there is only one rule of survival: if you are red, you will live; if you are not red, you will die.
The "red" here does not distinguish between black and white. As long as you can attract attention, even if you are chased and scolded by the entire Internet, you are still a living god.
The "transparent people" that no one sees will be judged as "invalid data" by the system within three days and disappear completely.
Lin Mo, tall and tall, with delicate features like Nuwa Bishe, a voice as sweet as an oriole emerging from the valley, and a double master's degree from the Ivy League.
If this hardware were placed in peaceful times, it could even become the top star in the entertainment industry and a national goddess.
But in this era of strange recovery, she is a "waste".
Because of severe social phobia, Lin Mo was unable to show his face in front of the camera, his facial features were flying, he could not speak fluently, and his heart beat like a drum. Simply put, you can't be yourself.
She locked herself in the rental house and watched her survival points (SP) return to zero, waiting to be erased.
Until that night.
Through the lens of her camera, she saw the truth of the world - those glamorous stars were actually monsters eaten back by "desire".
12 Hells of Desire, 12 SSS-level weird celebrities.
Some are victims, some are perpetrators...
Lin Mo hid in the shadows, holding his breath and hovering his fingers on the record button.
She was scared, her body was shaking, and she was crying.
But she pressed it anyway——
"Crack."
"Materials are more important than lives. At least, more important than other people's lives."
