Lin Xingjie was stunned.
It was a little girl with a long braid, tiny in stature, and probably just of the age to start elementary school. The girl only showed her back, making her face indiscernible, but that sense of familiarity...
—Was that her younger self?
The little girl hopped and skipped alone down the stairs and ran into the basement.
Lin Xingjie's feet remained stationary, but she couldn't help narrowing her eyes.
A sudden idea came to her.
*
Elsewhere.
The tight room was filled with instruments, equipment, and people.
Every person's eyes were wide and bloodshot, their ages and appearances diverse, but their faces bore the same bizarre fervor.
All who hadn't chosen to evacuate from Jinjiang City, the most enthusiastic about this operation, were gathered in this place.
Even if someone were to break in the next moment and capture them all, it wouldn't be surprising... these people had already left their fates in the hands of chance, dancing on a wire.