Late at night, his phone buzzed on the table. A WeChat message. No profile picture, no nickname, just three words: Don’t work overtime!
It was as if something was standing under the light, blocking it...
Knock, knock, knock!
The sound drew closer and closer…
The mysterious urban organization, the Anomaly Bureau
Other people work 996 just to stay alive.
On top of working 996, he also has to work overtime for the Anomaly Bureau, because he’s discovered that these two things might be impossible to separate.
Later, there was a door beneath the river, the keys to the Five Great Mountains, the seventh star of the Big Dipper, and a person marked at the end of the map. Then he discovered that the person was himself, and that it was also the road home.
P.S. I’ve written on Moumou and Dianzi before and made the premium rankings. I’m still getting used to the fast pace on Qiezi, and I’m not very good at coming up with titles or writing blurbs. My stories all start slow and gain subscribers over time, from a hundred to ten thousand, so please bear with me. I won’t drop the story or abandon it without warning. I write urban mysteries, wild imaginings, the supernatural, romance, and more, so enjoy without worry. ┗(`o ´)┓
