I deliver food in a bizarre world

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Ninety-six hours!

Four whole days!

Chen Mo stared at the line of text, stunned for several seconds.

Immediately, a tremendous sense of relaxation made him completely unwind, and he collapsed onto the sofa next to him.

He has four days to avoid those ghostly things!

No need to struggle between life and death, no need to live in fear of having your senses taken away!

He slumped on the sofa and couldn't help but grin, but as he laughed, his eyes started to sting.

Just four days of peace made him feel like crying. He was fucking fed up with this life!

After relaxing, a strong feeling of hunger swept over me.

He then realized that he had barely eaten anything since noon.

I got up and went to the kitchen, quickly made something to tide me over.

I picked up my phone for the live stream; it was almost fully charged with fast charging.

After powering on, a cacophony of notification sounds from various social media apps immediately filled the screen.

[Brother Mo, are you still alive, @ChenHeiquan? Say something!]

[Wait, buddy, did Mo Ge really go into that Mirror Hotel? Has he come out yet?]

[Hey, you're really missing out if you haven't watched Mo Ge's livestream!]

Indeed, I still maintain that Brother Mo is awesome!

[I just want to know, what exactly happened those two times the streamer propped their phone up against the wall? @ChenHeiquan, is there anything else I, a three-year loyal fan, can't watch?]

[Can anyone who knows tell me what Mo Ge pulled out of the mirror back then?]

[I recorded it, and watched it over a dozen times, but I still couldn't figure out what it was. Mo Ge's team is really skilled! @Chen Heiquan, have you ever thought about entering the entertainment industry?]

Don't even mention it! I extracted it frame by frame, and it's still blurry!

He glanced through it and found that most people were convinced it was a carefully crafted live-stream script, marveling at the realism of the special effects and props.

A few people may have other ideas, but due to herd mentality, they won't say much.

well...

He desperately wants everyone to think it's all an act!

He replied with a message in the group.

Chen Heiquan: "That place is very eerie. There isn't even a single streetlight. I suggest that you avoid going there unless necessary, especially girls. When I left, I saw what looked like people were there. It's not safe."

Chen Heiquan: "Also, today's live stream content is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental; I'm just copying him!"

The message made the group even more lively.

[I know, I know, the script requires it!]

[Good job, Mo Ge! I'm number one on the donation leaderboard tonight!]

[What kind of project will you be working on next? Give us a heads-up!]

[We promised that traditional craftsmanship wouldn't be lost! When will Brother Mo do another live stream of making paper figures?]

I want to watch it too! It's scary, but a man who's serious is the most handsome!

[You despicable fans who only care about looks, get out of here!!]

Chen Mo looked at the witty and humorous comments on the screen, his feelings were complicated.

Chen Heiquan: "@Mo Ge's Number One Lackey, no need for tips or anything. Instead of letting the platform make money, why not share it in the group for everyone to grab!"

Immediately, he sent a large red envelope containing two hundred yuan.

Amidst a chorus of "Thank you, boss!", he closed the group chat and casually scrolled through his private messages.

Aside from asking him if he would accept GG (boyfriend/girlfriend) requests, most of the messages were similar, and I haven't seen any more sensitive notifications from anonymous accounts.

He quickly replied to a few familiar IDs, then put down his phone and glanced at the living room.

Although my mom came yesterday, I've been running around these past two days and dealing with so many messy things, so the house is still a bit messy.

He got up and began to slowly tidy up.

I threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, wiped the dust off the coffee table, and gathered up and threw away the scattered takeout receipts.

Doing these mundane household chores at this moment brought him an unusual sense of peace and contentment.

It's as if through these everyday actions, one can gradually pull the life disrupted by that bizarre world back onto the right track.

After spending an hour or two cleaning the entire house, he settled back on the sofa and turned on his game console.

Amidst the dazzling visuals, rousing background music, and haptic feedback from the controller, he manipulated the character on the screen to wreak havoc in the virtual world.

He completely forgot about everything else.

It wasn't until late at night, when he was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, that he finally turned off the game and went back to his bedroom.

This time, he fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, without even having a dream.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright patches of light on the floor.

Chen Mo lay on the bed, lost in thought for a while, before confirming that everything that happened last night was not a dream.

The four-day holiday has indeed begun!

He got up and stretched his aching muscles.

His mental energy, which had been overexerted at the Mirror Hotel, did not seem to have fully recovered, but his physical fatigue had been relieved considerably.

He decided to continue delivering food today.

It wasn't that he lacked money, but rather that he needed this kind of normal job that involved interacting with people, allowing him to stay connected with society and avoid getting trapped in his own personal world, or that terrifying and bizarre world...

Riding his bike through familiar streets, following the navigation prompts, he completed one ordinary business transaction after another.

Talking to all sorts of customers makes him feel like he's still living in the sunshine, in that bustling world.

He deliberately avoided the two major districts in the west of the city, only wandering around the city center and the Donghai District.

As evening fell, he looked at the few hundred yuan in earnings from running orders on his phone, his feelings a mix of emotions.

This is what life should be like!

Riding his electric scooter, he remembered that his grandfather had asked him to go home, so he changed his route and returned to his parents' house.

After parking his car and walking to his front door, he was about to take out his keys to open the door when he found that the door was ajar.

He pushed open the door and went inside. The entryway light was on. In the living room, a middle-aged man dressed in dark casual clothes was standing with his back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the courtyard.

With a tall and straight figure and broad shoulders, it was his father, Chen Jingming.

Hearing the door open, Chen Jingming turned around.

His face resembled Chen Mo's by about 50-60%, but his features were more defined and his eyes were calm.

He possessed an air of authority that came from long-held power and commanded respect without needing to be angry.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a more complicated look in his eyes than usual.

"Dad," Chen Mo called out, changing into slippers as he walked in.

"You're back." Chen Jingming looked him up and down a few times, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment.

"Where's Mom?"

"I went shopping with my friends. Your grandfather asked me to bring you something."

He walked to the sofa, picked up a dark brown hardcover notebook, and handed it to him.

The notebook wasn't thick, the cover was blank, and the corners were worn, giving it an old and worn feel.

It looks like it's been quite a few years.

A USB drive was also attached to the notebook by a string.

"The password is your and Xiaoxing's birthdays combined."

Chen Mo took the notebook; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He turned to a page, which was filled with dense handwriting, the ink varying in shades, clearly not written in a short time.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, and the content seems to involve many obscure terms and graphics.

"This is..." Chen Mo looked up at his father.

"Some basic information, and records of common problems encountered in Jinghai. The USB drive contains top-secret files, so be sure not to lose them."

Chen Jingming spoke in a very calm tone, as if he were explaining a regular company document.

"Take a look, if there's anything you don't understand... you can ask me."

Chen Mo gripped the notebook tightly, his fingers tightening slightly.

He had many questions he wanted to ask, such as what he did for a living, whether he knew about the app, and why he had kept it a secret from his family.

But looking at Chen Jingming's expressionless face and those eyes that seemed to see right through people, the words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Now is not the time.

This was not only his grandfather's instruction, but also because of him.

He wasn't ready to face that completely unfamiliar father...