The rain in Sham Shui Po, Hong Kong always carries the smell of engine oil. When Lin Shen tried to crack the brain-computer interface of the deceased for the seventh time, he suddenly discovered that the entangled data streams contained the fragments of Bao Puzi. The neon signs reflected twisted hexagrams in the humid air. The moment she drew the evil talisman on the tablet with a cinnabar pen, all the prosthetics in the Kowloon Walled City suddenly turned towards the direction of Victoria Peak - there were no temples there at all, only the black data center of Yongsheng Technology stood like a coffin.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
