Serial: Old Number

In the seventh year after the black mist descended, a "sequence" began to appear in the world. Someone sets the city on fire. Someone predicts death. Some people heard the whispers of gods in the middle of the night. And everyone who obtains the sequence will pay a price. Memory, emotion, lifespan, personality... The higher the sequence, the further away from the "person". Lin Xu is an exception. The Vigil Bureau could not find his file. The Old Church could not find his number. All instruments used to detect sequences will fail on him. He is like a person who does not exist in the world. Until late that night. A subway car, which had long been out of service, slowly entered the platform. The radio kept repeating: "Please do not look directly at passengers." "Please don't answer any questions." "Please don't get off at the terminal." Lin Xu got in the car anyway. The carriage was filled with faceless people. And my sister, who had been missing for three days, was sitting quietly in the last carriage. She raised her head and gave him a familiar smile. … "Brother." "Why are you the only one in this world who still remembers me?"