Delivery rider Chen Mo is afraid of ghosts, poverty, and most of all, death.
At two o'clock in the morning, he received an order for Malatang with a delivery fee of 120 yuan. Address: Abandoned hospital. Note: Don't come in.
There he went. Because the rent is due tomorrow.
The takeaway was put down and the door closed by itself. Blood words seeped out from the wall——
[System binding] [Mandatory mission: Survive until dawn] [Failed: turned into a walking corpse]
He hid in the morgue and touched a body. The corpse was wearing the same takeout clothes and holding a temporary work permit from Bureau 749 in his hand. The face in the photo looks exactly like him.
——That was his previous host, who was dead.
After dawn, the man in black handed over a new ID: "Join, or clear your memory and continue delivering food."
System pop-up window: [Join 749 games, reward life span is 30 days]
Chen Mo swallowed: "I will join. Because I am afraid of death."
——
On the first day of employment, the system assigned a task: [Telling three people on the subway, "There is something on you"] [Failed: Becoming a face-peeling cat host]
He rushed up and pushed the three people out of the car. A second before the car door closed, a group of skinned cats slapped against the glass.
Before he could take a breath, a faceless man raised his hand to him in the light box on the platform.
——
This is not an upgrade for killing monsters. This is the story of a delivery boy who was afraid of death and survived in the 749th round.
People who are afraid of death live the longest. But here, staying alive is harder than being right.
