My name is Wangrikui. My age is classified. I currently live in the Asdana Galaxy and work as a third-rate idol singer on Penacony, the renowned festival planet. My impossibly flexible work schedule makes it hard to tell when I'm working and when I'm off. I don't smoke, but I drink often. I sleep both day and night, and I have to pay an exorbitant room fee before bed. I never have a cent left by the next day. Even professional dream therapists say my mindset is abnormally healthy.
Then one day, someone important from the IPC Strategic Investment Department took a sudden interest in me. Sending money and resources wasn't enough. They even sent a person right to my door.
"Long time no see, Xiao Li."
That day, when I opened the door, a blond young man in flashy clothes took off his sunglasses and smiled as he spread his hands. "Would you mind helping me with a little favor? Of course, the reward will be worth your while."
Me: ? Wait, do we know each other? And how do you know the name I used before my debut??
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My name is Wangrikui. The rest of my details aren't important, so I'll skip them. Here's the thing: I may have a problem with my memory. Based on the people I've interacted with recently, I've narrowed down the suspects. Which one is most likely responsible?
1. The gentle, kind head of the Oak Family, whose controlling nature and obsessive-compulsive tendencies are equally severe
2. A famous director from the Garden of Recollection, who finds changing people's memories easier than drinking water
3. A wanted corporate fugitive with a sky-high bounty
4. Is it possible, and I mean just possible, that this damned company is messing with me?
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Theme: No one can live in a dream forever.
