Lin Feng took off his holographic glasses, and the blue data stream dancing in front of his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by his own single apartment of less than fifteen square meters. The room was very tidy, with almost nothing extra except for the space-time beacon that kept flashing red light on the table.
He rubbed his somewhat swollen temples.
On call for another seventy-two consecutive hours, the Space and Time Management Bureau has become increasingly stingy recently, unable to even guarantee a rotational break.
He was cursing in his mind, thinking about whether to eat a tube of high-energy nutritional ointment later or go to the luxury restaurant downstairs and order an "antique barbecue set meal".
At this moment, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly vibrated rapidly.
