The setting sun made the iron roof of the express station very hot. Lin Hao wiped his sweat and stuffed the last box of fresh food into the tricycle. The tires were so flat that it felt like pulling a plow through sand.
"Is it your mother's waist plaster again?" Security guard Zhang poked his head out of the pavilion and dropped his cigarette ashes on the registration book.
Lin Hao didn't answer, his knuckles turning white on the handlebars. The phone in my trouser pocket vibrated, and the screen was cracked like a spider web - a debt collection text message, tomorrow is the deadline. He pedaled hard, the chain clicking in protest.
The elevator in the old community was out of service for the seventh day. When he climbed to the ninth floor, the smell of braised beef noodles wafted out from the crack in the door of 401, and Lin Hao's stomach twisted into a ball. It took three turns of the key to unlock the door of 402. There was a pile of mineral water bottles half as tall as a person behind the door.
Lying on the dining table was a pure black envelope with a skull stamped in paint. Lin Hao used a utility knife to open it, and a metal card slipped out, almost cutting his index finger on the edge.
"Qualification for the golden closed beta of "Era of the Holy Ruins"..." He laughed out loud while reading, "Now the scammers are reluctant to even spend the postage?" The address was engraved in small raised letters on the back of the card: Hongqiao Road Game Cabin Experience Center.
