Urban Alienation, I Rely on Mastering the Rules and Stocking up to Survive

When I woke up, my city had been replaced. The taxi was still the same taxi, but the passengers paid more than I've ever seen. Three yuan for a steamed bun at a breakfast shop turned into 120,000 yuan. No one felt wrong. Only I remember. The city rotates every seven days. Currency, architecture, culture, skin color and even memory will all be rewritten. I'm the only exception. I can only survive by spying on the city's rules and hoarding goods. And today is the sixth day.