If gods really existed, where would they live?
The answer is not above the clouds or nine days away.
They may live in the old tube building next door to your house with the peeling exterior wall, work the night shift at the convenience store at three in the morning, or, like you, squeeze in the crowds of people during the morning subway rush hour, scrolling through their mobile phones with expressionless faces.
My name is Lu Chen, an unemployed young man who was unlucky enough to be optimized by his company and kicked out by his landlord. At the darkest moment of my life, a "magic offer" fell from the sky and hit me - not to join a big factory, but to be specially recruited by a mysterious organization called the "Abnormal Phenomenon Administration".
My new job sounds scary: God Searcher. But the actual content is to go all over the streets to conduct "home visits" to confirm whether the descendants of gods and demons and remnants of ancient times hidden in the corners of the city have abided by the "Basic Law on the Coexistence of Humans and Gods" and paid the "spiritual energy tax" on time.
Sound like a low-level civil servant? Yes, it's that miserable. My jurisdiction includes three streets, two urban villages and an entire old industrial area awaiting demolition. The "gods" here are better at surviving than the other -
The descendant of the Kitchen God who runs a barbecue stall can't help but use Samadhi real fire when grilling skewers, burning through eighteen grills in one month; the ancient witch Zhu who runs a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in a village in the city only looks at the edge of the eye when seeing patients, and often prescribes ingredients that are simply unavailable such as "Two Coins of Dragon Scales" and "Three Drops of Phoenix Tears" in his prescriptions; there is also the Nian Beast cub who plays games in the Internet cafe all day long. He loses control because he kneels thirty times in a row, and almost turns the entire area back into the Spring Festival mode...
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