When I opened my eyes, a mutated cockroach was lying on my face, licking my nose with its barbed tongue.
This thing is bigger than my fist, with six legs on the ground, crunching the broken glass around it. I could smell the rotten smell on it, mixed with the chemical smell of industrial waste, going straight to my forehead.
"Fuck!"
I instinctively slapped him, and it felt like exploding a water bag. The cockroach flew out directly after I slapped it and hit the wall. Green juice splashed everywhere. I turned over and climbed up, and found that there was a pile of garbage around me - broken copper and iron, rusty steel bars, rotten cloth, and the skeletons of several unknown creatures, covered with maggots.
It hurts like my head is exploding.
Memories are running around in my mind like pieces smashed by a blender. My name is Gu Yanzhi. Three months ago, I was a director writing talk show scripts in a shabby bar. I earned a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and a rent of 2,500 yuan. My life was as tiring as a dog. Then when I woke up, I was lying in this garbage heap.
Wrong.
Not waking up.
I looked down at my hands - they were skinny and boneless, my nails were full of black mud, and the calluses on my palms were as thick as sandpaper. This is not my hand. Although my original hands were not that good, at least the nails were clean.
I've traveled through time.
"Congratulations to the host for awakening the complaint value system. Accurate complaints can obtain complaints points. The system is in its initial state without any restrictions."
A cold mechanical sound sounded in my mind, making me shiver. I turned around to make sure no one was around, and then I realized that this thing was talking directly into my head.
