When I woke up, I was in Nanjing in 1402.
A system panel popped up in front of me: Player 47/100, main mission - survive three days.
Gu Heng said: "Anyone who can remember the reset will disappear."
Jiao Qi dug in the ruined temple for three months, and every skeleton he unearthed was his own. Su Nianqing writes about June 13th every day. The dumb aunt wrote on the palm of my hand: "He is crying". Wufan waited for six hundred years and said, "He is waiting for you."
Later I discovered that this was not a game, it was a prison. The player's obsession is fuel, and the man who has stood on the city wall for six hundred years—everyone calls him Emperor Jianwen—is using himself to trap everyone.
And my data is empty.
Because my name is not on the player list.
Gu Heng's hands were shaking: "It has been twenty-three years, and you are the first person I remember."
Jiao Qi handed me the Luoyang shovel: "No need to look for it."
The dumb aunt leaned on my shoulder and left the last line of words on her palm.
Gu Heng said: "If you live, my death will not be in vain."
On the last day, I walked towards the wall. He turned and looked me in the eyes.
That face was exactly the same as the one I saw in the mirror.
Six hundred years ago, before he walked into the fire, he hid a secret inside someone's body.
Now, here I come.
