Zhou Bingzhu, 24 years old, graduated from an ordinary second degree. On the day he submitted his 300th resume, he was hired by a small company called "Yuebei Data Technology" - a monthly salary of 4,500, and the office was in an old building opposite Jing'an Temple. Including the boss, there were five people in total.
He thought he had entered a leather bag company. Until he discovered that: in the company's client list, there were people who disappeared in the gaps of time; the coins in the convenience store had a year that did not exist; and he himself could see things that others could not see - everyone had a "scar" worn out by time.
According to legend, the woodcutter king Zhi went into the mountain to watch chess. Before the game was over, the ax handle was rotten, and a hundred years had passed in this world. The understatement in "Shu Yi Ji" is true. Time has never been an objective river. It only has an "anchored" front side and a back side that no one is looking at directly - just like the side of the moon that always faces away from the earth.
The only reason for the existence of Yuebei Data Technology is a ridiculous question: If there is no time in the objective world, why are humans being hunted by time?
From convenience stores in Shanghai to Lanke Mountain in Quzhou, from the coast of Urashima in Tango to the patent office building in Bern, from the midnight sun in Iceland to the Quetzalcoatl Staircase in Chichen Itza - a group of ordinary people who have been filtered out by the times are racing against time around the world. Among them are retired old editors, hackers who are not doing their jobs properly, former employees who have returned from disappearance, and a woman holding a black umbrella who should not exist in any files.
There is no genius, no bloodline, no chosen destiny among them.
There are only wounds.
