In the upper reaches of the Xijiang River, in the old town, an old, old-fashioned three-story single-family apartment.
Sunlight filtered through the cobweb-covered glass windows and into room 221B, illuminating the wooden coffee table, the red leather sofa, the mahogany floor covered with soot, and the simple bed by the window, lying on a young man in a V-shaped open shirt, with a sloppy face and wavy curly hair.
His face shape is different from ordinary people, with sunken eye sockets, narrower cheekbones, and thin lips under a straight hooked nose.
At this time, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as a light in the night, as if he could see through the essence of all things.
He raised his arm slightly, as if he felt that the morning light shining in from outside
