Lu Shi, who had just graduated from environmental engineering, died under a garbage truck with only a little knowledge from textbooks before he could join the job. When he woke up, he had changed into the shell of a seventeen-year-old boy, lying in a wasteland station that had been swallowed by the eclipse tide.
The first thing someone says when they wake up is "Where am I?" Lu Shi pointed at the crooked beam——
"When did this beam break?"
He is not here to survive. He's here to investigate.
In seven days, the next eclipse will come. The wall had not yet been erected and the water was still slightly gray. Duanhongkou's spies left two red mud marks at the entrance of the corridor. And deep in the pipe, someone knocked three times every few nights - equally spaced, regular, and never answered.
In a wasteland where everyone is "calculating how many days they can live and who they should give up", a person who has not had time to learn to calculate begins to do things that everyone thinks are unnecessary.
