The border city is rainy and rainy.

It had been raining for half a month, and the whole city was covered with leaden clouds, and the sky was as dark as the end of the world. Mawson looked at the address on his watch and slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

"58 Chiba Street, 3154."

"It's the first time I've seen someone receive something at home." Mawson muttered softly, put on his raincoat, laboriously lifted a 50-centimeter-square wooden box, and walked in according to the address shown on his watch.

"Reborn, but I can only be a courier, an existence like me is probably a shame for the army of traversers." Looking up at the rows of tall buildings around him, Mawson thought to himself.

It has been more than two months since he came to this world, and although this world is countless times more advanced than the technology of the Celestial Empire where he originally lived, the most intuitive feeling for him is still panic and uneasiness.

Because he is a black household with no identity!

Without an identity, let alone work, even normal life is a problem, and everything from eating, entertainment, and riding is inseparable from the access of personal identity information. Fortunately, Mosen was cautious by nature, otherwise he would have been a corpse in some stinking ditch by now.

By the way, there is no such thing as a courier in this world, and people who do this kind of work are collectively called runners.

It sounds like a nice name, but in fact it is the lowest and most dangerous job in society, where stalking, debt collection, theft and even murder are all within the scope of the Runner's job. And the transportation of illegal goods that Mawson is now engaged in is just the least risky and least technical one.

But even then, you often have to deal with some crazy villains, after all, there are always some lucky people who can get some extra surprises when robbing the Run.

For example, certain mysterious pills or forbidden weapons that can be sold for a price on the black market.

Mawson tucked his coat inward, revealing an alloy dagger pinned to his waist. The harsh reality has left Mawson indifferent, and just last week, he stabbed a robber in the guts with this alloy dagger.

Tuk tuk!

After reconfirming the address, Mawson reached out and knocked on the door, he did not have the consignee's phone number. The message displayed on the watch was just for him to send something here and give it to a gentleman named Hans.

Airplanes~

The iron door knocked by Mawson slammed, and the brilliance flickered and turned into a metallic screen, and a female face with a pink band of light on the narrow edge of her delicate face appeared in view.

"Who are you looking for, gentleman?"

Mawson was slightly stunned, seeing that the other party's face turned out to be a bionic person. You must know that although this thing is relatively popular, the price is not affordable for ordinary people. And looking at the other party's model, it seems to be the latest style.

Don't ask how Mawson, who has only been in the New World for two months, knows about the androids. The streets and alleys are full of 3D projections of this thing, and even an idiot is afraid that he will cherish the new model.

In this world, science and technology are extremely advanced, artificial intelligence has been greatly developed, and it was already news decades ago to make androids comparable to humans. Mawson only paid more attention to the narrow band of light next to the other cheek, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Is Mr. Hans here? Here's a copy of his package that needs to be signed. Mawson raised his wrist and pointed his watch at the screen, and a message passed through the screen, which contained the details of the items he had sent.

"Ping Pong."

There seemed to be a noise in the room, and the android's delicate face vanished from the screen, only to reappear a few seconds later. Mawson was keenly aware that she seemed to be a little flustered.

"Leave something at the door, I'll take care of it later." The female android repeatedly lowered the hair hanging down from her ears, and her face was slightly red and whispered.

Mawson frowned, "I'm sorry, this thing needs to be signed by Mr. Hans himself, or......" Mawson made up the indescribable picture between this Mr. Hans and the female android, "It's okay to have Mr. Hans's fingerprints." ”

The light band on the bionic cheeks is the biggest difference between them and ordinary people in appearance, and the emotional state of the bionic person can also be shown through the light band.

The female android hesitated, "Please wait. With that, he turned off the video call.

Mawson thought things were a little weird, but he didn't think much about it, there were more strange people in this world. It was very gloomy now, and it wouldn't be long before it was dark, and he didn't plan to stay on the street any longer.

You know, in Border City, there are two places: day and night.

"Let's go." The door opened, and the female android stood in front of Mawson. She wore a bright white pajamas, revealing her beautiful collarbones and smooth white calves, and Mawson couldn't help but feel a little dizzy when she saw it.

Damn biomimetic technology, Mawson cursed and swallowed quietly. It is said that this home-type female android is more ecstatic than a real woman, and he can't help but think of a joke from his previous life.

Is it realistic?

"This must be realistic, right?" Mawson's bad taste soared, and some evil thoughts. With a quick movement in his hand, he took out a transparent screen the size of a palm and handed it over.

"Please leave Mr. Hans's fingerprints on this." Mawson pointed to an empty space on the screen and said to the female android.

"Okay, please wait." It wasn't long before the female android left and walked back again, and the screen in her hand showed that the receipt had been completed. I don't know if it's an illusion, Mawson always feels that there is a wiped red on the screen.

"This Herr Hans is a bit heavy-hearted." Looking at the blood-like traces on the screen, Mawson thought a little evilly.

"Thank you for your cooperation, I'll help you push things into the house, this thing doesn't look big but it's heavy."

He leaned down and struggled to lift the box to push it into the house, but as soon as he was halfway through, Mawson's movements stiffened violently, and he stopped with a sluggish expression.

As a result of the bending, he leaned forward and reached into the room. Looking down, Mawson saw a pale arm hidden behind the sofa, and the crimson that seeped out!

"Dead!?"

As soon as he wanted to pretend to be casual and get up to leave, he felt a chill in his chest, and a sharp dagger pierced his clothes, piercing his entire chest!

And the slender wrist holding the dagger belongs to a female simulator with a delicate face and harmless human and animal life! And at this time, the light on the female android's cheeks was red like flowing blood, and Mo Sen realized at this time that where is the flush after the rain, it clearly contains bloody murder!

"What's the deal, it's really dangerous to send a courier." Mawson's eyes darkened, and he completely lost consciousness.