The dim light bulb made a sizzling sound of electricity overhead. Lin Feng opened his eyes. What you see is a long, narrow corridor. Large sections of the wall peeled off, revealing the blackened red bricks underneath, like pieces of rot scars. There was an old musty smell in the air, mixed with a faint smell of rust. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. There was no blood and the bones were intact. "Isn't he dead?" Lin Feng pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes remained calm behind the lenses. The last second he remembered was him standing on the edge of the rooftop of the Lin Group building. Bankruptcy liquidation, debt default, employees demanding wages... These noisy voices drowned him like a tide. He took a step forward, and the weightlessness of his fall was clear and real. But now, here he stands. "Welcome to the thriller game.
