The soul passed through the body of a gangster who was beaten to death in an alley.
When Chen Xing opened his eyes, his mouth was full of blood.
But he found something wrong with this body - he could "see" what others were going to do next. He could feel if someone was watching him in the dark. I was able to dig out a five-dollar piece of waste paper and found that it was a heaven-defying skill left by the previous time traveler.
Not Goldfinger. It's an invitation. Some people have been waiting for thirty years for him to come.
Someone left a note on his desk in the dark: How far have you practiced? The man named Mr. Jiang above his head knew his progress every day. In the eyes of the pulse-locking array under the city, all the people who refused to kneel down thirty years ago were trapped.
And there were three things under his pillow: broken copies. Business card. Note.
After practicing, lift them one by one.
