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"This world is still too crazy after all"--Jiang Loubai can only give this evaluation.
A chaotic world, blurred cognition, and a city where the night never stops. The secret in the blood begins to pulse, and the shadow man finally appears. Where is the boundary between humans and monsters? How can one thought turn into good or evil?
"January 18, 1893 in the New Calendar. The weather was fine.
I met a strange person on the way to visit relatives, and then..."
"Then what?" Xuan Changming turned around and walked out of the bar, "Your diary is so boring, it's not as good as mine."
"Dear human being, are you losing this golden memory, this silver memory, or this gray memory?"
"I know this question, it must be a gray memory. Xuan Changming, your jokes have become outdated a long time ago." Said an unknown gentleman.
"Maybe.--After all, the answer is no."
There is a world above the world, and there are still mysteries beneath the memory. Spiritual power brings strength to human beings, but it also brings desire - so those who try to get rid of their fate eventually become sleepy men wrapped in the thread of fate.
"I'm talking about you, miss - and you!"
"But aren't you too?"
Just to find a trace of reality in the chaos, and immerse yourself in the warmth in the bustling and dazzling place. It's pitiful, it's a pity that you've been going back and forth for so many years, and you've only returned to the starting point.
