The biting cold penetrated through the gaps in the burlap and penetrated into the bones. She subconsciously wanted to touch her phone to adjust the air conditioner, but her fingertips touched a piece of rough mud. She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw no familiar CBD floor-to-ceiling windows, no real-time data stream beating on the laptop screen, only the dusty sky, and the wild dogs gnawing on the corpse in the distance - the corpse was wearing Mingguang armor, and the rust on the armor was older than the suit in her wardrobe.
"Fuck..." She cursed, her throat as dry as if it had been sandpaper. This is not her live broadcast room, nor is it an immersive experience project run by Party A's father. She remembered clearly that three hours ago, she was debugging the newly developed "Global Marketing AR System" in the company's laboratory. As soon as the pair of glasses, which were said to be fused with "fragments of a certain mysterious antiquity", was turned on, a line of garbled characters exploded on the screen, followed by a dazzling white light and a tearing sense of weightlessness.
