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Four billion years ago, a "source code" of life was split into two parts by the universe. Halfway through, it fell into the lightless deep sea of ​​Pluto and evolved a great civilization that relied on the light from the center of the earth to survive. Now, their "sun" is about to go out, and the entire race is pushed into a countdown to extinction. The other half, in the hotbed of the earth, gave birth to human beings who looked up at the stars alone. A scientist isolated by the academic community has spent half his life chasing a ghostly quantum "heartbeat" from the frontier of the solar system. On the eve of the collapse of Lumen civilization, the heartbeat suddenly turned into a clear cry for help across 5.9 Billion kilometers - a sentence "We are here" written in the universal language of the universe. Human beings are finally no longer alone. However, the discovery of this century has brought not joy, but the heaviest sense of powerlessness in the universe. We can't cross that icy void and can't deliver any real help. We become the... Sole listeners of a dying world. When salvation is far away, does watching still make sense? When the only weapons left are thoughts and resonance, can an echo from a "comatriot" ignite the fire of miracles in a desperate situation? Or are we destined to be the only, silent witnesses when a great civilization comes to an end?

In 1942, the autumn season in Shanghai was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and legal currency and counterfeit banknotes were undercurrents in the streets. Shen Yanzhi, a young bank supervisor, clutched a counterfeit banknote with a double stamp. On one side was his son's hot medicine money, and on the other side was Zhou Jingyao's copper-buttoned suit and a fake policeman's gun holster; the yarn factory owner Su Mingyuan hid the spun yarn in In the coal pile, the ticking sound of the silver pocket watch is mixed with the arrogance of the Japanese army's purchase order and the blood of the old accountant; Lin Xiuzhi's blue cloth bag hides the account books and secret letters, and under the peonies embroidered with needlework, is the heart of Wei Liang's family and country. In a battlefield without gunpowder smoke, the currency is the sword and the ledger is the shield. A piece of counterfeit money can be exchanged for life-saving medicine, or it can also lead to death; a piece of cotton yarn can be used as military supplies for the Japanese army, and can also warm up the cold nights in the base area. When Shen Yanzhi's silk shirt was stained with soot, when Su Mingyuan's spindle wrapped the printing plate, when Zhou Jingyao's pen rested on the counterfeit currency data - they were all betting that the secret code on the corner of the counterfeit banknote could be hidden from the search, that the soot-smoked yarn could get through, and that a little conscience in troubled times could last until dawn. But no one expected that the real legal currency hidden in the interlayer of the pocket watch, the bloody yarn under the coal pile, and the writing on the blank page of the account book would have already entangled the fate of several people in the most secretive contest in the war.

I wanted to be a happy fairy, but my luck turned out to be crazy. Beauty is entangled in a heart-breaking road, looking up to the sky to the sky. Li Chongke just wanted to be a mechanist quietly like his master. It was already a great honor to be able to work in the master's office. But fate didn't let him do what he wanted. After lifting him to the sky, he fell to pieces. For immortals, gods or kings? Li Chongke vowed to control his own destiny.