It has been a week since Lin Zhou awakened his superpower, and he found that this thing was useless except for letting him know what time the old Wang next door came home in the middle of the night and how many square dances the aunt upstairs did every day. Until two men in black suits walked into the consulting room, Lin Zhou thought that his water meter was checked for spreading supernatural information, and various scenes of forced biopsy flashed in his mind. As a result, the other party took out a red-headed document and a labor contract: a three-month probationary period, a monthly salary of 8,000, five insurances and one fund, and two weekends off?
