Lu Yao wakes with the memory of a book. In the story, Qiao Chusheng dies in the thirty-fourth year of the Republic of China, coughing up blood and dying in Paris.
But it is now August 16 of the fourteenth year of the Republic of China, just after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Someone has died at the Nie residence’s new home, and Qiao Chusheng is leading the police to Lu Yao’s door.
They are still just “Mr. Lu” and “Detective Qiao.” They have yet to taste the pan-fried buns on Xiafei Road, or be left speechless by the plot.
In this life, Lu Yao puts on his red suit and goes to see him first.
Bound to Lucky System 4399, he has a ten-mu pocket space with fertile black soil and a spirit spring for stockpiling medicine. He can grow crops and supply the Northern Expedition. The missing tram, bodies floating in the Suzhou Creek, the Sheshan mine... Armed with the old script, he examines each scene and peels back the truth, inch by inch.
The System says: You can go home only after solving all the cases.
Lu Yao glances back at Qiao Chusheng. “Home is right there.”
