I have been running a lottery shop for fifteen years. I stick to my duty and just want to live a stable life.
Until a man in black walked into the store, left a number, and never showed up again.
The lottery will be drawn a few days later, and I feel chills all over——
That humble ticket actually won the first prize of five million.
But no one claimed it, no one dared to redeem it.
People from the lottery center come to your door to ask for tickets, there are people following you in the dark, and the strange text messages are more scary than the last.
I gradually discovered that this was not good luck at all.
This is not a prize number, it is clearly the address where the body is hidden.
This is not a welfare lottery, it is evidence left by the dead.
The man who kept the ticket has long since died tragically.
The ticket grabbers are covering up the murder.
And I became the forcibly selected vote-keeper.
The ticket cannot be handed over, cannot be redeemed, and cannot be destroyed.
The tickets are there, I live.
Without the tickets, my whole family would not be safe.
I'm just an ordinary shopkeeper,
But he was dragged into a mess using human life as a bargaining chip by a lottery ticket.
