Next to the garbage dump in the back alley, Shen Ye's stomach twitched crazily after three days of hunger. The three awakened ones tore up the fragmentary pages of the copy he had just picked up, and threw them into the sewage with a smile: 'Is an orphan worthy of joining the ghost story? ' When the fragments sank to the bottom, his time was frozen for a breath—this was what he had gained in three days of 'sense of existence'. With this breath, he pulled out the bronze key from their pockets and replaced the fragments with a complete map. Time resumed, the three people rushed into the copy in ecstasy, and the door was closed forever. Shen Ye took a bite of the compressed cookie and felt that his existence was a little blurry again. He didn't care, he just wanted to know: If tampering with the rules would bring them consequences, what would happen if they tampered with the entire city at night? Will those who have forgotten him remember his name again at the last moment?
