Chen Xiao's consciousness gradually returned; he found himself in a weightless environment, with a strange sense of fullness in his lungs—he knew that this was the sensation of that peculiar liquid pouring into his lungs at the time of data registration.
Immediately afterward, his memories came flooding back: he remembered firing a shot, his arm a bloody blur, an old man, and then the smell of blood and fleeting shadows running wild in the darkness of the night.
He struggled to open his eyes. His body was enveloped in a pale green liquid, which moistened his eyes yet caused no discomfort. He tilted his head to inspect his arm, which was now as good as new, without even a scar. In front of him was a glass cover, through which he could see white walls and some instruments, whose purposes he couldn't decipher.
