In White Tower City, even the murder of a person without a "name" is not considered a complete crime.
Three years ago, I was Shen Wenxi, the youngest chief architect in the inner city.
Until my fiancé died of an accidental "drug overdose". At the hearing, the trial judge pushed a disclaimer in front of me that forged the time of death:
"Sign and admit that it was the maid from the outer island who induced you to take poison. Your name, property, and decent life will all be retained."
I heard the pulse of old pipes coming from within the walls—the main clock of White Tower City was a full seven minutes slower than reality.
Two and nine is not the time of death, but a premeditated murder.
I scratched the disclaimer on the spot, and the red light came on!
[Warning: The name of the user "Shen Wenxi" has been canceled and his identity has been deprived.
On this day, my account was frozen and I was kicked out of my old house. My address book was reduced to gray and I was swept out of the inner city like garbage.
On this day, the city restoration team with the highest death rate had an unknown day laborer No. 47 Named "Li Jianchao".
They thought that by depriving me of my name, they could seal up the evidence left behind by the deceased.
In order to survive, and to trace the truth about the tampered death, I took the design ruler and went deep into the abandoned city that was swallowed by the "echo"——
[Broadcast: Family members are asked to remain quiet. The husband goes to do repairs, the wife stays decent, the kids go back to the house, and the nameless ones... Please die.
They don't know that every pipeline leading to hell in this city was drawn by me.
This time, I don't just want to clear my name and restore the city.
I also want no one person, no institution, to decide for themselves who qualifies to be called a person.
