At three in the morning, I received a takeout order for a funeral home.
There is only one remark: please wear a red raincoat.
I almost didn't make it back alive that night.
Strange rules have come to reality, and ordinary people will die if they touch them.
And I, a scout who delivered food for two years after being discharged from the army,
Because of that illegal look back, he was involved in the deepest secret behind the world.
Fortunately, I have a trump card that no one can think of——
At the critical moment, I dialed the emergency number that my old company commander left for me when I retired.
There was only one sentence on the other end of the phone: "Positioned. Comrade Chen Mo, the motherland is with you."
Three minutes later, the helicopter gunship hovered over me.
From that day on, I was no longer a delivery rider0217.
I am the National Abnormal Incident Processing Center - field number 0217.
Rules kill people.
The country wants to save people.
As for those guys who dare to plant copies on our land——
Let them step over my body first.
