I was reborn in a sinful city without digital technology and became a Chinese-American at the bottom of the gang. Neon tubes twisted in the rain, and the smell of perfume spilled from the door of the nightclub was mixed with cheap alcohol. Outside the glass window, plump thighs and high heels stepped through the water, like a moveable feast. And I was leaning against the rusty car door, just a foreigner that no one cared about. Until my boss spit on my face: "Trash, go to the 'forgotten area' to collect protection money." I was treated as cannon fodder by everyone, but in the dilapidated video room, I discovered the key to solving the case in my previous life - the brass cryptex, which contained the astonishing truth about this silicon-free world.
