When your lifespan becomes a tradable asset**
The dying deliveryman Chen Mo received a mysterious pop-up window late at night - his lifespan was accurately quantified into 3 days and 2 hours, and cancer cells were devouring his last life. When the "Life Pawn" system offered a deal of 2,000 yuan per hour, the man, overwhelmed by medical expenses, pressed the confirmation button amid the sound of ambulance sirens.
Weird clauses emerged in the pawn contract: an exclusive exchange rate for cancer patients, an interest rate that prohibits inquiries, and a tinnitus warning that you must be wary of. What he got in exchange was not only the account balance, but also the dark pupils reflected in the mirror, and the frightened question from the breakfast stall proprietress: "Where is your shadow?"
When delivering food to the VIP ward of the cancer hospital, Chen Mo discovered the shocking secret of the attending physician Lin Xiuyuan: the doctor in a suit and leather suit had a scale-covered arm hidden under his cuffs and was injecting golden liquid into the rich man. When the electronic clock was fixed at 11:47, the mobile phone showed that his life span had suddenly increased by 72 years, but the debt to be repaid was accurate to 71 years, 364 days and 23 hours.
In a convenience store on a rainy night, a woman in a red dress and a talkative Shiba Inu bring an even more terrifying warning. The broken mirror reflected seventy-two Chen Mo of different ages. The oldest one was gouging out his eyeballs and throwing them into a bronze scale. The delivery address of the new order is the rental house where he pawned his life three hours ago. The blood-red text in the remarks column is beating:
**"Pack with your shadow"**
Behind this death deal, the Taotie tattoo is burning under the skin, and the shadow of the Time Administration is quietly approaching. When human greed touches the taboo of time, the price paid is far beyond what can be measured by money - your memories, emotions and even existence itself have become chips on the scale.
Concept: When time becomes a divisible commodity, has "existence" itself become a plaything of capital?