What's Going On This Time?

Where... was I?

I couldn't feel anything. Cold, heat—there was only darkness before my eyes.

What was I supposed to do?

Who was I?

Where was I?

There were no answers. My memories seemed hazy and indistinct. Something was pressing down on me, so heavy... so suffocating...

I reached out and seemed to feel something—soft, dense, damp... the smell and scent of earth...

"Ugh..."

No sound came out. A faint light appeared before my eyes, then gradually grew clearer. This seemed to be... a patch of grass? A house? A street? What exactly was this? What was I supposed to do?

My mind was in complete chaos, but the only thing I remembered was...

Yokohama North Station... was safe...

I had to go there... That was right, I had to go now...

"Haaah..."

Fang Zheng plopped down onto the sofa and let out a helpless sigh. Beside him, Little Black looked as though she had been completely burned out.

"Brother Fang Zheng... what happened? What about the rescue...?"

Seeing them like this, Cui asked curiously in a low voice. Fang Zheng merely waved his hand helplessly.

"The rescue failed... There seemed to be a problem with the survivors. Guess they were just unlucky."

Fang Zheng did not explain the details to Cui. In fact, the moment he saw those people, he had already decided not to bring them back. People desperate enough to lay hands on a girl's corpse could not be excused with some line about "the apocalypse" or "abandoning humanity to survive." Saving people like that would only bring trouble upon himself. Fang Zheng was not the sort of bleeding-heart fool from Western movies who believed that everyone had to be saved just because they were human. If someone could cross the line once, they would cross it