Living in America: the Weird Thing Is Myself

Yang Dong lived a long time. It was so long that he couldn't even remember how long it was - the bonfires of the Yanhuang period, the battlefields of the pre-Qin Dynasty, the Taoist priests who came down from the mountains during the Republic of China... He locked up the memories one by one, fearing that he would go crazy. But in the end he went crazy. In the middle of the twentieth century, something awakened within him. His body began to run wild uncontrollably, he would grow tentacles late at night, and he would see a strange version of himself in the mirror. He persisted for decades and finally made a decision: Go to America. There are gathered monsters fleeing from all over the world - from Japan, Southeast Asia, India, Europe... The remnants of the various states are flocking to the New World. Just right. He used this immortal body to drag them all down. Perish together. The plan is simple: find their lair, detonate the thing in the body that is almost unstoppable, and disappear together. But the situation in the United States is more complicated than he imagined. There are things crawling in the subways, trees in Central Park moving at night, and things breathing under the Hudson River. He can't finish the killing. He was bleeding and dragging his increasingly unruly body with him as he continued to kill. Until late one night, he saw his own face in the bathroom mirror. The face is still there. But the shadow reflected in the mirror—— He is no longer a human being. He started thinking about a question: I came to America to drag monsters to hell. Or should I say... Am I a monster?