Final Civilization

“So you’re saying the world is about to be destroyed, you’ve been chosen as a Wallfacer to save humanity, strange things have started happening around you, you can live forever, and you can even control all the wealth in the world?” In the police station’s report hall, the officer on duty asked this with a half-smile after listening to Han Ming’s account. “Yes.” “Wallfacer? Wallbreaker? That sounds like something straight out of the sci‑fi novel The Three-Body Problem. Are you sure you’re not just imagining things?” “I’m not.” “Then may I ask—how’s your mental state?” “Completely normal.” “Alright then. Could you describe in detail how you were chosen as a Wallfacer, and what kind of strange things you’ve encountered?” “For example…” Han Ming lifted his head, staring at the dark muzzle of a gun aimed squarely between his brows, and at the police officer’s twisted, unsettling grin. He sighed helplessly. “You.”