Opening the door of the rental house, a familiar musty smell hit his face. Lin Mo took off his shoes and slumped on the sofa. Just as he was about to turn on his phone to view a short video, the scene in front of him suddenly became distorted like crumpled paper. He yawned and sat up slowly: "It's coming, it's coming, where is it this time?"
The distortion only lasted for three seconds. When his vision returned to clarity, Lin Mo found that he was still sitting on the sofa, but the surrounding environment had completely changed.
It was no longer his cramped rental house, but a spacious and bright Japanese-style apartment. The light beige wooden floor is shiny, and the bookshelf against the wall is filled with comics and game CDs. There is an uneaten strawberry daifuku on the coffee table, and a cup of cold Coke next to it. Outside the window are rows of residential buildings, and the convenience store sign downstairs is lit with warm yellow lights and has the word "FamilyMart" written on it, which is obviously Japanese style.
Lin Mo was stunned and looked down at his clothes - it was still the work jacket stained with milk foam, but there was a set of keys in his hand, and the keychain was a small Pikachu doll. He stood up and walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a comic. On the cover was a cute girl wearing a pink hoodie with twin tails, and the title was "Dry Girl!" "Little Buried".
