Guizanglou

The night Lin Zhou was laid off, he dug out his father's old mobile phone. I don't have a SIM card, but I received a text message: "Return to the possession, bound. No matter how much you spend, you will get back ten times. The consequences will be self-explanatory." He transferred five hundred and got five thousand back. The next second, a notice was inserted under the door: Residents of this building, please do not answer calls outside the door after twelve o'clock tonight. The rules don't come from the system, they come from the building. My father was a tester of this building back then, and finally left himself in No. 02. Now it's his turn.