[Rainy Night·Speed of Life and Death] Lin Mo huddled in a cubicle in an office building, the blue light of the screen reflecting his blue and black eyes. The sound of keyboard typing sounded like a death charm, and the revision comments just sent by the boss flashed red dots in the mailbox - "If the plan fails to be improved, I will pack up and leave." He grabbed the cold coffee and took a sip, his heart suddenly throbbing like a spasm. When his vision was blurry, thunder and lightning split the night sky outside the window, and a purple-gold light penetrated through the bulletproof glass and pierced his chest... When he opened his eyes again, the smell of putrid straw mixed with mold entered his nose. Fine raindrops leaked from the dilapidated thatched house, which wetted the sticky cold sweat on his face. There was severe pain all over his body, as if he had been run over. His fingertips touched the coarse cloth, which was short and brown, and his cuffs were still patched. Noisy curses came from outside the door: "The sick man hasn't died yet, right?" "It's a good idea to die, so as not to drag down our village!" Fragments of memory flooded in - the original owner was actually a down-and-out scholar from Liuhe Village, Qingyun County, Dayin Dynasty. His parents were both dead. He contracted tuberculosis due to studying hard day and night. He had a core replacement after he fainted in the rain yesterday. Lin Mo struggled to stand up and saw the pale and delicate face reflected in the puddle. His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed half a bitter smile. Is it a black joke played by God if the soul of modern man is trapped in this frail body?
Really good, very exciting