After Being Resigned from a Big Factory, I Became a Second-Rate Dealer

Collect second-hand mobile phones and touch the back cover to read secrets. The last three messages deleted by the owner appeared in front of me. Game accounts, ID photos, hidden cash... Make legitimate profits by relying on secret information. There is no system, no fantasy, and the smoke and mirrors of the market. Tax evasion clues, missing cases, ten-year old grudges... There is an undercurrent of suspense and clues intertwined into a web. Ability has a price: limited to 12 units per day, and greed will backfire. The blank mobile phone and unfamiliar text hint at an unknown conspiracy. Who is erasing the memory of the city? Where does my ability come from? Vendors who set up stalls will eventually be involved in the center of the storm. ——Secrets never disappear, they just get buried. And I can see all the "echoes of deletion".