Lu Li had a bizarre dream.
He dreamed that nothing had yet happened, or rather, everything had changed to a different scene.
In a foreign western land, in the peninsula port city named Bell, he ran a small Detective Agency to make a living.
During that time, he became acquainted with Anna through commissions, she often came to the Detective Agency to help, and affection blossomed.
It was hard to forget that silhouette in the white dress against the bright sunshine and the blue sea.
But life in a foreign land was not peaceful, whether in politics or public security. Creditors came knocking, and he found their attitude and that of their underlings detestable, Anna argued with them, which eventually turned into a physical altercation.
Lu Li scuffled with them, but the creditor drew a gun from beneath his belt, and with a bang, blood spattered——
He lost her.
The kaleidoscopic colors of the dream faded, and Lu Li awoke slowly with a pounding pain at the back of his head.
