Memory was hard to describe. It was like snow that would never melt, or light that vanished in an instant. The things you longed to hold on to slipped away, while the things you hoped to forget stayed with you.
Zhou Tu had been haunted by that dream for a long time. He knew there was something different about him, but he didn't dare believe it, and eventually sank into deep self-doubt.
Until one day, he met Chen Ge.
This man was the first to affirm that Zhou Tu's dreams were real, that everything he had experienced wasn't made up but was an indelible memory branded deep in his mind.
Zhou Tu had gotten the answer he wanted, but at the same time, he had plunged himself into a dangerous vortex. He didn't know whether following Chen Ge would end with him shattered to pieces or finally bring him release.
"Have you made up your mind?" Chen Ge stood in front of Zhou Tu and repeated the question.
"I..."
"If you really can't decide, take a look at him." Zhang Ju and Wang Yicheng suddenly came over, flanking Zhou Tu on either side. "Zhu Long, come here."
Zhu Long, who had been walking at the back, seemed off. His gaze was strange, as if flames were burning in his eyes, and he looked on the verge of a total breakdown.
"What did you do to him?" Chen Ge looked at Zhu Long's left hand. The veins on the hand gripping the phone stood out.
"We found a tattered news report in the Archives Room. A deliveryman who often wandered around the university had gone missing on campus. After several days of investigation, the police found a corpse in the utility room of the Dissection Room. It was so mangled it