Driving home to his apartment complex with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, Chu Zhao parked his car in the underground garage before stepping into the elevator. Ever since the incident concerning his ex-girlfriend, Chu Zhao had moved to a new place.
The elevator had a mirror, and Chu Zhao could clearly see the weariness etched on his face. It wasn't the workload at the police station that was overwhelming—it was the toll taken by the last two reality missions. The strain had been immense, and during one of them, things could've turned disastrous if Aroma hadn't arrived just in time to assist.
Moreover, for some inexplicable reason, Chu Zhao had been feeling perpetually uneasy lately. He couldn't pinpoint the cause, though he'd browsed the audience forums and noticed that everyone seemed to be unusually busy. At the very least, the frequency of reality missions had spiked significantly compared to normal.
