In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, a thunderstorm ripped through the old alleys of Jinmen, and the time sequence was twisted at this moment. Warlords rode kites to patrol the city, literati used abacus to predict the fate of the country, the bronze bell in the antique shop would broadcast the news ten years from now, and beggars begged with gold ingots in their hands. As he traveled through this topsy-turvy world, he was used to seeing scholars in suits chanting stereotypes, businessmen in melon-pipe hats talking about quantum theory, and even war became a shadow puppet show on the stage - the shells were made of red paper, and the list of casualties was lottery numbers. Behind the absurdity is the folded time, the tampered memory, and the huge conspiracy hidden in the folds of the old era. He not only had to survive in the chaotic rules, but also had to clear away the layers of fog to find the key to restore the time sequence, but found that he was already the most involuntary actor in this absurd drama.
