"This is insane..."
Having run out from the busy street, Chase Cooper wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
As a reincarnated time traveler, he had never been treated this way before.
"Anyway... Let's get to Ventura..."
After a while, he raised his head, gazing at the bustling street in the distance.
"It's just that I don't know what kind of person my first client will be."
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Drip, drip...
The dripping sound continued unabated.
On the long sofa, a girl in a faded yellow school uniform lay quietly, her breaths growing progressively weaker.
Due to excessive blood loss, the girl's consciousness was somewhat blurred. Even with her phone ringing non-stop, she could not respond.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A faint knocking sound came from the door. At first, it was very soft, but as time went on, it did not fade away; instead, it became more muffled.
