Back at his place, he turned on the light.
The fine line drawn at the foot of the doorframe showed no signs of being cut and reconnected, and the arrangement in the room was exactly the same as when he left.
The only problem was, he went out alone and returned alone, hoping for a bit of different fun today, but in the end, it was still the single life, commuting between two points—work and home. What a miserable life!
After entering the room, Lin Miao didn't switch on his computer as usual but sat on the sofa and took out the unused Super Dream Ring from his backpack, placing it on the table.
Then he reached to the back of his neck, his prosthetic eye flickering blue, a chip ejected directly from the slot at his neck and flew into his hand.
Lin Miao picked up the chip and examined it under the room's light.
