That night, the rain soaked the entire "Sea City" and blurred it, like a gray oil painting blurred by water. The neon lights cast strange reflections on the wet asphalt road, and were crushed by the speeding wheels.
Gu Xing stood by the railing of the bridge across the river. The cold rainwater flowed down the tips of his hair and into the crook of his neck, but he was completely unconscious. He was clutching an old-fashioned flip phone in his hand, with only a text message from an unknown number on the screen:
[Eleven o'clock sharp, in the center of the bridge, look below.
