The old security door was vibrating violently with the huge banging sound, and the iron surface continued to bulge and bounce back, making a tooth-breaking sound of metal twisting. Dust fell. Lin Chen suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air. His lungs stung as if they were on fire, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. What I saw in front of me was not the cold intensive care unit, nor was there the piercing beeping of the electrocardiogram. It's a dark, cramped rental house. The air was filled with the smell of musty, cheap instant noodles, and a heart-stopping heat. The calendar on the wall shook with the banging on the door, and the bright red numbers pierced the eyes: July 14, 2018. "I'm not dead?" "I'm back five years ago?" Boom! There was another loud noise. There was a rough roar outside the door, like a wild beast.
