Blank Countdown

Lin Yi can see everyone's death countdown. On the subway, in the company, and on the street, everyone has a string of light blue numbers floating above their heads, accurate to the second. He has seen the long river of decades and the short journey of three minutes. This ability has followed him for three years, turning him into a monster who is accustomed to walking with his head down and not having close interactions with others. Until he met Song Zhiyi. The new colleague smiles with crooked eyes, but the top of his head is clean - no numbers, no countdown, nothing. Living people have numbers on their heads, but dead people don't. But she was sitting at the workstation next to him, typing on the keyboard, drinking milk tea, and even brought him a cup. He checked her circle of friends. Three years ago, she took photos and checked in at the entrance of a shopping mall to locate Bandung Plaza. But Bandung Plaza was demolished before she entered school. The milk tea shop, the sea salt milk cap, the second seat by the window that she mentioned - none of them exist. Lin Yi decided to find out. Then he found an extra scar on the back of his neck and an extra line of words in his notebook that didn't belong to him. "Number 000, your can is still in the sealing period." Everyone is hiding one thing from him. Including the woman who was broken to save him, including the person who had been waiting for him for five years in the time rift, including himself. He's not a freak. He is the bridge. ——The last bridge connecting the two worlds.