"Old Wen fell asleep again!"
Just as Wenren Sheng drifted off, he heard a delighted voice by his ear.
It was Little Illusion again. He gave it no further thought, and his consciousness drifted into a bottomless abyss.
"Don't move. Leave it to me."
"President Wen, wake up. Wake up."
A woman's voice sounded beside Wenren Sheng's ear.
Wenren Sheng opened his eyes. He was surrounded by the furnishings of an office: a long table, laptops, teacups, spider plants...
A string of memories quickly surfaced in his mind.
Wen Sheng, president of the Strange Incident Consultant Agency, had four people under him.
His role was much the same as that of the Tianxing Club in reality.
Not bad. At least he wasn't playing a blind man this time.
Feeling somewhat relieved, Wenren Sheng looked up at the woman before him. "Oh, it's Little Zhao. What is it?"
"People from the Shen Xing Division came looking for you. They said something strange has happened and needs to be dealt with immediately. Otherwise, the entire city might be destroyed," the woman said anxiously.
"Take me there."
Ten minutes later, Wenren Sheng met the Shen Xing Division personnel in the reception room.
There was a man and a woman, both in their twenties, average in appearance and height. Their files were in his memories: Shan Zifan and Lang Yini.
"Mr. Wen, here's the situation," Shan Zifan began as soon as Wenren Sheng appeared. "A man has appeared in the city, claiming that our world is about to be destroyed."
"We initially thought he was merely a con man, but he accurately predicted all sorts of things that would happen in the future. We had no choice but to believe that there was some truth to his words."
"Still, his behavior makes it