The neon lights of the city are like an overturned palette, splashed on the glass curtain wall of the CBD, reflecting a cold and psychedelic light. Luo Xu stood in the fire escape on the 23rd floor of the Chuangyu Advertising headquarters building. The cigarette butt on his fingertips had burned to the filter. It was so hot that his fingertips were numb before he suddenly came to his senses and flicked it into the metal trash can in the corner. The soft sound of "ding" was particularly clear in the empty corridor, like a needle piercing his forced composure.
The phone in his pocket vibrated twice. It was an encrypted message from Lin Yue: "The fish has been caught in the net, the bait is ready, see you at the same place." The light of the screen reflected in his eyes, illuminating the remaining hesitation. He took a deep breath. The corridor was filled with the metallic smell of dust and fire-fighting equipment, mixed with the aroma of coffee coming up from downstairs. This complex smell always reminded him of the time when he first joined the job - the time when he couldn't even use a copy machine and was scolded by Zhou Shulan in front of the entire department that "a college student is worse than an intern".
