From the report, it seems there’s nothing suspicious about the Zhidan Garden ruins. If it were truly as unremarkable as it appears, then it would be my brain that’s malfunctioning—which, of course, is impossible. Before I delve into the series of bizarre and incredible events that followed this report, I must solemnly declare that everything I say is absolutely true, without a single falsehood. If you don’t believe that humans know next to nothing about this world, you might as well stop reading.
Chapter One: The Nine-Lived Black Cat
The editorial office of the “Morning Star” newspaper, as always, was filled with a relaxed atmosphere. Although it was work time, not many people were around. I didn’t mind this pressure-free work environment. Although it was already September, the weather in Shanghai was getting hotter, possibly due to global warming, and the streets were in full summer mode. In the office, colleagues were still in short sleeves. I was planning to spend the day lounging in the air-conditioned office. This is the life of a journalist. People often think a journalist’s life is full of fresh, exciting experiences, but in reality, it’s just moving within your own circle, dealing with the same group of people, and covering the same types of news. Sports reporters cover games, entertainment reporters chase celebrity gossip, and here, I can’t reveal more as it falls into the realm of industry secrets, not to be discussed with outsiders.
