In the wasteland, the remains of civilization sleep together with the mysterious energy "source". This is a world where women hold the power and write the rules. Mo Ling is twenty-two years old, with a neatly tied ponytail, and a body type that is so fast that he can't see clearly. He is as cold as iron to the outside world, but he has an unquenchable sense of justice in his heart.
She originally wandered between the controlled city and the wasteland alone, relying on her skills to make a living. A talisman left by her adoptive mother always gets hot at critical moments, as if someone is sighing and urging her to leave quickly. During a mission to get medicine, she knocked down a gangster who was deducting the goods, but the moment she took action, her vision turned white, and half a white laboratory appeared in her mind, as well as a little girl with eyebrows similar to hers.
After that, the iron box, the key pattern, and the door under the crack in the north came one after another. She picked up the dog Si Jiujiu and met the scheming Mu E, the gentle and healing Su You, and the mercurial Liu Shao. The five of them teamed up and ran into a conspiracy between the Federation and the Free Army. The truth is peeled off layer by layer, and the price is paid one by one. Some people leave first, some people are trapped in the research room waiting to die, and some people know that it is a trap but still die for the greater good. The one who survived in the end carried on with the truth and an erased memory.
Purpose: The story is not about a Shuangwen-style counterattack, but about how a group of people who have been pushed to the edge by the times can keep the unyielding justice in their hearts. No matter how fast Mo Ling is, she can't speed up the reckoning of fate; what she pursues is never winning, but "why": why the world is like this, why her adoptive mother died, why she is a key.
Everyone in the group portrait paid their lives for their beliefs, and no one escaped unscathed. What it wants to ask is: when all camps are dirty, can people live cleanly? When memories are erased, does the person who lives with the truth count as remembering for everyone?