Chen Mo regained consciousness amid a biting chill. There was a dull pain in the back of my head, as if it had been hit repeatedly by a heavy object, and every heartbeat caused the nerves to beat. He struggled to open his eyes, his vision was blurry, and he could only see the faded indigo curtain above his head, and the air was filled with the strange smell of old wood and inferior incense. This is not the smell of hospital disinfectant, nor is it the smell of his bachelor apartment filled with files.
