Huangquan Program

Neon lights melted in the rain and numbers squirmed in the darkness. This is a breathing cage, with bugs hiding on every street corner. Deliver food to the underworld, where customer ratings determine life or death. The street lights are blinking, the passers-by are like stuck video tapes, and the other end of the sea is rolling garbled characters. The wounds on his back flashed with error codes, and the entire street's electrical appliances went crazy when he was emotional. They tell perfect lies, eat standard meals, and live peacefully in the daily cycle. Until you find that your parents repeat the same dialogue every seventy-two hours, and your boss's lectures come with system notification sounds. The frozen milk tea suddenly freezes, and the time on your mobile phone is always three seconds slower than the rest of the world. The smell of disinfectant floats in the back alley - that's the system cleaning up the garbage. Three iron rules are the only way to survive: don't look, don't answer, and don't be greedy. But when you have seen yourself delayed by 0.5 Seconds in the mirror, when the lighter cannot be scanned and recognized—— Is this midnight delivery going to hell or a tea restaurant in another dimension? New order: three red cotton incense sticks, delivered to a non-existent address.