A Letter to a Hundred Years Later

They were inside an old apartment. If Lu Zhou hadn't seen this with his own eyes, he would have no idea that in the 22nd century, where magnetic levitation road networks had spread all over the country, there were still buildings with less than 20 floors.

After parking the car on the roof, Lu Zhou and Xing Bian followed the old man to a door.

The old man took out a rare metal key from his pocket. He opened the door and gestured to the two people behind him to come in.

"Actually, the environment here was pretty good before… but no one has lived in it for a long time. Please come in."

Without saying much, Lu Zhou nodded and stepped across the door in front of him.

However, as soon as he stepped over the door, a familiar feeling immediately hit his face.

"What's this…"