749 Bureau Work Notes

My name is Chen Mo. I was born with yin and yang eyes and can see the weird world that ordinary people can't touch. Before I stepped into the iron door painted a strange dark blue, my life was just like most young people struggling in the urban reinforced concrete jungle, ordinary and even a little boring. A nine-to-five probationary period, a meager monthly salary, and... A pair of eyes that have never done me any good since I can remember. The sunny world in other people's eyes, in my eyes, is always covered with a vague layer of gray. The huddled black shadow in the corner, the outline of white clothes appearing out of thin air in the corridor late at night, and even the colorful mist wrapped around some people, representing different emotions or fortunes... They are everywhere, silently squeezing my nerves, making me live like a frightened bird. I have also seen countless doctors, from scientific neurologists to folk "sisters", and the conclusion is nothing more than "delusional disorder", "excessive stress", or simply being regarded as a freak. Over time, I learned to shut up, learn to look away when I saw those "things", and pretend everything was normal. It became my survival instinct. Until three months ago, a man in a black Chinese tunic suit with a temperament as old-fashioned as an old piece of wood knocked on the door of my rental house. His surname was Wang, and he came from an organization I had never heard of - Bureau 749.