Desperate City

The pale moonlight barely illuminated the messy university dormitory through the dusty windows. The air was filled with the weird smell of instant noodles and cheap cigarettes. Lingkong stared at the ordinary skull on the table, feeling that his sanity was cracking inch by inch. "Say it again?" His voice was dry and hoarse. The mandible of the yellow skull moved click-click, but the sound it made seemed to resound directly in his mind, with an old-fashioned and arrogant tone: "I say, give up your stupid fantasies about lottery tickets and antiques. Real wealth is investing in the 'future'."