In August, Zhonghai was as hot as a furnace.
Beneath the glaring sun, the asphalt road had melted into a limp puddle of chocolate. On the plane trees lining both sides, cicadas screamed themselves hoarse without tiring.
But this temperature had no effect on Chen Shouyi.
Half an hour later.
Chen Shouyi brought Wang Shengyuan home.
The house was empty.
"Make yourself comfortable," Chen Shouyi said.
"I... I think I'll stand."
"Don't be nervous. Make yourself at home. If you want water, just pour yourself some."
Chen Shouyi offered a polite remark, then left him alone. He picked up the phone in the living room and dialed the president's office. A moment later, someone on the other end picked up.
"Chief Chen, sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do for you?" the president asked politely.
"I have some important intelligence," Chen Shouyi said gravely. "It concerns the future. Someone has obtained memories of the future, and things don't look good. It may be a conspiracy, or it may be a prophecy. I can't be sure, but I believe there must be important information in it that we need."
The other end fell silent.
For a long time, there was no response.
Only a faint, heavy breath could be heard, as if he were trying to process the information. A moment later, the president asked in a low voice, "Where is he now?"
"At my house," Chen Shouyi replied.
"Good. I'll send someone over right away," the president said.
The two soon ended the call.
Wang Shengyuan grew restless.
"Don't be nervous. They're just going to ask you some questions," Chen Shouyi reassured him.
"I... I'm not nervous!" Wang Shengyuan drew a deep breath and nodded firmly.
Before coming to find Chen Shouyi, he had already prepared himself for