Wolf three-five-nine stars, sixty-sixth district.
At half past four, in the laboratory, which was as bright as daylight, and inside the hard ice cabin, Wang Xiaoming woke up slowly, opened his eyes, and his body remained motionless.
The confusion seemed to disappear, and there seemed to be only a blank sheet of paper in my head. The paper was so empty that I was giggling and drooling for no reason. He wanted to save himself, but "Who am I?" Flashed in his mind. Where do I come from? Where am I going? Philosophical thinking.
Wang Xiaoming is not sure, let alone whether he is still alive!
He stared to stop the rotating objects in front of him, pushed open the door of the ice cabin with great effort, and walked out shakily, shaking his head and looking around in a panic, his eyes rolling around.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
