"Young man?"
"Young man?"
"Are you all right?"
Qin Manjiang tilted his head slightly and raised his left hand to shield his eyes. Though the sunlight was gentle, its sudden appearance was still blinding.
After he took a little time to adjust, his blurred vision gradually came into focus.
In front of him stood an elderly man who looked like a sanitation worker.
Qin Manjiang propped himself up into a sitting position with one hand on the ground, holding his forehead.
"Had too much to drink last night? Hurry home. There was a fire here just the night before last. It's bad luck!"
The night before last...
A fire?
Qin Manjiang's memories reconnected. He felt his face. His glasses were gone...
It really hadn't been a dream. It was real.
He thanked the old man, climbed to his feet, and turned to look-
The Threshold Cinema had burned to ruins.
Once he reached the sidewalk, Qin Manjiang was about to wake his phone screen, but hesitated.
After a moment of silence, he turned it on.
The time was 6:15 a.m., August 13.
"Still hasn't sobered up..."
Watching Qin Manjiang stand on the sidewalk staring blankly at his phone, the sanitation worker muttered to himself and swept his way down the street.
Suddenly, Qin Manjiang's gaze landed on his phone screen!
Compared with before, there was an extremely conspicuous new icon on the screen-a black smiley face.
That was it...
That eerie link that called itself a game but was inextricably bound to the real world.
He glanced around. It was just past six in the morning, and apart from the sanitation worker, there was hardly anyone on the street.
Qin Manjiang stared at the icon for a while, then tapped it without hesitation.
Just as before, the screen abruptly went