During the sixteen years of the Warring States Period, all my knowledge was lost.
The laws of physics are wrong and history is made up. In this psychic world, science—is a joke.
But when the psychic tube malfunctioned, Lao Zhou searched through ancient books and couldn't fix it. I squatted down and knocked on the wall of the pipe: "There is a lack of buffer between acceleration and steering. Reduce the accuracy by 20%."
The pipe is open. That night, Qin Zheng called me into the study, his face livid: "Some knowledge should not belong to this world."
The blue light of Anpingcang is getting brighter day by day. The secret lines of the county government, the black ice platform, the secret keeper - the secrets my father hides are deeper than the ruins.
And I'm discovering: once you see some secrets, you can no longer pretend you didn't see them.
