My name is Mingyi, a time traveler.
The wicked system just said "travelers take care of themselves" and ran away.
I was trapped in the underground base, surrounded by white hair lying on the ground and acting wildly, and the female boss who always wanted to interrogate me.
None of this matters.
My real question is -
I can't see my face.
There are blurry patches of color in the mirror, and it's also the same in the photo. I don't know what I look like.
I can't draw a panda. I clearly remember its appearance, but when I finish writing, it's just a black mess. I don't know if there are pandas in this world.
Even my emotions were manipulated. My heart throbbed and hurt, and the next second it was forcibly smoothed away.
Until the laboratory report comes out.
It clearly says:
Infection index: zero.
In a world where everyone can be infected, this is impossible.
... Then who am I?
[Warning: The emotional line appears late, but it is still the main plot]
[Don't criticize the characters, just criticize the author for his poor writing style]
Intention: Go against the current and live towards death