Narrative Immunity

The old shadow of the Republic of China tears apart the Shanghai skyline, whose whisper in the abyss is guiding me forward. The friend was completely forgotten by the world overnight, and the journey to find the truth turned into a quagmire. Is the mysterious old man in the Fudan library late at night a beacon or a trap? In this world that is being erased, how to remember every real existence. Please join me in cutting through the fog and finding the unfinished answer.