At four o'clock in the morning, the fog in Jiangcheng seemed to have been deliberately tightened, making the street lights dim and white. He Haoxuan sat up suddenly from the bed, with the illusion of last night's gunpowder still lingering in his throat. The next second the system prompt of "Restart Protocol" was like the back of a knife hitting his brain: the copy started, time returned to zero, and the disaster was being recreated.
Before he had time to catch his breath, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up, and the notification jumped very fast - "Countdown to abnormality of the main structure of Donglan Bridge: 00:03:12." He subconsciously looked out the window. There were truck lights flashing vaguely in the fog, like a queue of deaths.
At the same moment, the sound of a key turning was heard outside the door. Before Liu Nanxi could speak, the vigilance in her voice had already leaked out: "He Haoxuan, are you having a nightmare again?"
He Haoxuan's eyes darkened, and he blurted out the details he remembered last night: "Don't take the elevator, the Donglan Bridge will collapse in three minutes, but it's not the main beam, but the nodes of the load-bearing cables that were faked in advance.
