Dimension Old Files

It rained all week. Sun Ning was sitting on the peeling sofa, his left eye bleeding. In this city shrouded in the shadow of high dimensions, common sense has long since collapsed. While others looked at the vegetable market, he saw a letter from Gao Dimensions that was folded into a Möbius strip. Skeletons growing out of the walls did not belong to any known species, old newspapers were printed with dates that had not yet happened, and the direction of the rainwater would change at every intersection - and everyone was used to it, except for him who saw the cracks. "The world is sick, but am I not sick too?" Then it's up to me to peel off the scab. Wang Jiang is his anchor, pulling him back to reality from the edge of collapse. Xun Huansheng is his knife, turning what he sees into tangible truth. But none of them knew that the blood flowing from Sun Ning's left eye was getting closer to a dark golden color day by day. The pollution of higher dimensions confuses the truth of lower dimensions. The existence of absurdity makes it valuable; reasonable explanations make fallacies numerous. If people who think they are fair and just, who think the rules are reasonable, trample on the bottom line in the name of order—— Then don't blame someone for standing up and saying no. Thirty years ago, the year of Sun Ning's birth was printed on an old newspaper. Thirty years later, he became the only sane person in this chaotic dimension.