Urban daily life: realistic style, down-to-earth delivery boy male protagonist + urban healing and light suspense + unlimited copies of unit drama + positive energy redemption + slow-heat superpower upgrade
In my third year of delivering food, I received a strange text message: "Don't take the People's Road."
I didn't take it seriously until the telephone pole hit where I was.
The second text message: "Don't send this item."
The warehouse I sent to was on fire that night.
The third text message: "Stop checking. It's not good for you."
I'm already checking.
I don't know who sent the text message, why he helped me, or how he knew those things.
I only know one thing -
There are people in this city watching me secretly.
And every text message I received was dragging me into a vortex deeper than death.
