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My posture when opening the door must be wrong. "Who are you? Why did you show up at my house!" "Your home?" "Bullshit." Zhang Leyou accidentally killed a strange man who broke into his home. Forced to inherit everything from a man, including his job. Black box express delivery, the mission will be fulfilled. There is no express delivery that we can't deliver, and we can't make money.

On the day She Sui picked up the money, she was worried about the rent. At the door of the bank late at night, a bundle of brand-new hundred-dollar bills was lying in the water. There was no one around, so he became greedy. That night, a strange photo popped up on my phone: a howling wind, a giant statue standing among the rocks, with paper dolls lined up on both sides, all looking back. The ink pen touches the eyes, the red pen lines the lips. She Sui was horrified and dropped her phone. When she picked it up and looked at it, the photos had disappeared. The next day happened to be the weekend. The smell of meat wafted from the kitchen, and there was a pot of soft white meat stewed on the stove. By the time he came to his senses, he had already drank less than half of the bowl. He began to have the same dream: a foggy mountain village, a faceless god, and a disturbing whisper like a mosquito. Weird things happen in life, but he got lucky. His boss suddenly praised his plan at the meeting, and his customers' attitude towards him changed completely. Even the beautiful receptionist in the company who never looked at people started to chat with him, with inexplicable obsession in his eyes. Good things happen frequently and good luck comes naturally. But he was afraid. Whenever it was late at night, he always felt that the aroma of the bowl of broth was still lingering in his throat.