The national leaders of other countries were fighting to the death in forbidden areas, but I, sitting on the sand dunes of the Huangquan dry sea, threw the first pole.
Three days later, I fished a bronze coffin.
The lid of the coffin slid open, revealing a person lying inside.
Exactly the same face, exactly the same scars, even the position of the small mole behind the left ear is exactly the same.
The barrage in the live broadcast room is crazy.
But no one noticed that the man was holding a piece of paper in his hand with one line written on it:
"Don't trust the system."
