When Chen An stole his mother's belongings, the bloody rose burned out of his watch became the most wanted order in the Xiaoxin Tax Bureau.
When millions of people in the live broadcast room were counting down his brother's mental sentence——
The neck pillow not only locks the throat, but also acts as the last fig leaf of human nature.
"You want my flesh and blood? In exchange for your mother's memory!"
In this cyber hell powered by guilt:
Maternal love can be metabolized into life-extending bone powder, and filial piety can be crystallized into commutation currency.
Chen An, on the other hand, is turning the spines of all mankind into his own escape rack.
Purpose: "If love becomes a calculable sentence, atonement becomes the most luxurious metabolic waste."