Jiang Qiao also entered this dead, silent little city.
However, unlike Liu Yuanyuan and her companion, he appeared in another direction of the city and close to the edge. Thus, he could clearly see that a hundred meters outside the city lay a bottomless cliff.
Darkness reigned beyond the cliff.
It was not fog, yet nothing could be seen clearly, giving the impression that nothing existed at all.
The cliff face was very smooth.
The entire city was somewhat like it was built on top of a huge stone pillar.
Hometown Script.
Jiang Qiao held a notebook.
Details of incoming and outgoing goods were written on it in a familiar font. However, it was neither neat nor orderly. It should have just been casually made records for his own convenience of checking.
There was also a computer beside the notes.
Proper data should have all been stored in the computer. It was just that the computer was completely damaged and could no longer be powered on for use.
They were still working back then.
And then they were inexplicably transported to the Supernatural World?
Or perhaps.
This is just some place like a museum, artificially arranged to look like it used to be?
He glanced at the last date on the notes.
[January 1, 2025]
This time...
Putting down the notebook, he wandered around this shop named "ST Express", occasionally tearing open packages left here that would probably never be claimed by anyone.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Cosmetics.
Garbage bags.
All kinds of goods gave Jiang Qiao the illusion of opening mystery boxes.
Occasionally.
A cell phone could even be found.
Considered a surprise gift bag?
Pity.
These items, of unknown storage duration for how many years, had long been damaged. The clothes turned into flocs with a gentle rub. The