When Lin Bei opened his eyes, the back of his head was still aching.
The light tube on the ceiling flashed twice, making a harsh electric sound. He sat up leaning on the edge of the bed and found himself lying in a rental house of less than ten square meters - the walls were covered with yellowed old newspapers, the window glass was cracked, and the wind poured in through the crack, causing the instant noodle bucket on the table to shake slightly.
"I... Am not dead?"
