It's Maple Music in This World, I Have No Wind

This world is a maze game forever shrouded in fog. There is no map, no end point, only strange rules engraved in the air - it may be a knock on the door that cannot be answered after midnight, it may be an old object that is trapped in a time loop when touched. When each mystery is revealed, more mysteries will always explode. Like a stone dropped on the water, the ripples will reveal a deeper unknown. Peng Jiong is the most special player in this game. The custom-made suit is wrapped in countless wealth, and the number of family trusts can buy half the world, but he can't even find a stable glass of warm water. He is a living encyclopedia: ancient text deciphering, deep-sea diving, oil painting restoration, quantum physics... He is a master of all the skills that humans can learn. But underneath the almighty power lies a shaky spirit. Whenever he pieced together a piece of clue—for example, figuring out that the string of midnight nursery rhymes contained a list of victims from twenty years ago, or discovering that the recurring black cat's paws were stained with extinction paint—he would suddenly lose control: squatting in the fog and laughing until he cried, and then huddled up in a ball again, silently crying "a piece is missing." He is afraid of the unknown in the fog, but he can't stop his addiction to solving puzzles. Just like at this moment, he had just deciphered the code of the stone tablet in more than a dozen languages. When he turned around, he was made to tremble by the new bloody slogans. In the next second, he straightened his tie and walked into the deeper fog. There is no exit to this maze, and his exploration will not stop. After all, in the endless mysteries, out-of-control emotions and paranoid persistence have long become his only compass.