This is a time of fragmentation. Gray fog shrouds heresy. Deformed, abominable flesh monsters desperately break free from their mechanical shells, roaring within the sticky steel, crawling beneath the bewildered neon. …… Jiang Cheng woke up in the bitter cold of December, and his eyes were blurry and hazy. There was a sound of ticking water, and he was tied to the bathtub, and the shower was slowly draining, and the water was already up to his chin. "It's about twenty minutes before you drown." Many people die in this area every day. Jiang Cheng calculated the remaining time, lay down in the bathtub peacefully, and began to recall the first half of his life according to the process.