Gu Yanci opened his eyes, and in front of him was Shanghai City in 1920. Internship mission of the Fast Travel Bureau: Survive for three months in this rusty era. Identity? Grocery shop owner. Causal authority? Class D, the lowest level. Goldfinger? Three plot replays - each time you can see the key nodes of the next three days. The system coldly pops up: "The training target has been locked: Shen Jinglan. Current favorability: -5. Mission: make him fall in love with you. Failure punishment: soul annihilation." Gu Yanci looked at the poor scholar squatting at the door of the store eating cold steamed buns, and silently pressed the first replay. In the picture, he was beaten to death in the street by the police patrol three days later. She sighed and brought out a bowl of hot noodle soup: "Eat first, then fall in love." During the second playback, she saw the people from the Villain Alliance trying to reveal her identity as a time traveler. So he stuffed the evidence into the opponent's drawer in advance and handed Shen Jinglan a note: "Someone is going to kill you at Qibu Bridge tomorrow night. Remember to bring an umbrella." When the target turned the entire Shanghai City over to look for her with red eyes, the villains found that their plans had turned into a joke. And Gu Yanci only had one last replay left - use it up, and either keep it forever, or let him forget everything.
The back of the head felt like someone had hit it with an iron rod.
Lin Du opened his eyes, and the darkness was filled with the smell of rust.
The moist air sticks to the skin, like countless wet tongues licking it.
There were bells ringing in the distance - clang, clang - six times in total, as dull as if they were rising from the bottom of the water.
He sat up holding on to the bed board, and his fingers touched a sticky patch.
It's blood.
The wound on the back of the head was covered with a thin scab that cracked when touched, and the warm liquid flowed smoothly.
