His parents passed away in a car accident, leaving Chen Mo with a house of rags and a dusty old ring.
He thought it was a broken iron ring until the pillow disappeared into thin air before his eyes.
There is a cubic meter of space in the ring that can hold things. Later, the space will grow on its own, two cubic meters, five cubic meters, ten cubic meters, there is no upper limit. Later, he discovered that people can get in completely - cut them with a knife and hide in. Bullets are coming, hide inside. As long as the ring is hidden, no one can hurt him.
The ring can also transform the body. Muscles began to bulge in the arms that had been thin for twenty-three years, and the abdominal muscles sprouted out one by one.
Chen Mo's life turned upside down from that day on. Delivering urgent goods, running around the city, helping a female detective destroy a fake factory, and getting to know a few deadly women by the way. Xu Qingran, a rich girl who lives in Jiangchen CBD villa and wears perfume, looks at him more and more strangely. Shen Yutong, the female detective who was wearing sneakers and investigating the case, stared at him and asked, "Where did you take out the express box under the seat cushion?" Later, there were more, squeezed into his messy life.
Chen Mo clutched the broken ring on his thumb and thought: Mom and Dad, how many functions does this thing you left me have that I don't know about?
The ring didn't answer, but the space became larger again.
In the early stage, he made money by making ring noises. In the later stage, he cooperated with the police to uncover the secret den, and in the later stage, he became his own boss. The ring grows bigger and bigger, and his road becomes wider and wider.
But be careful—he's not the only one eyeing the ring.
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