The heavy rain created coin-sized pits on the bluestone pavement of Chinatown, and the star pattern in Su Chen's pupils was eating away at his irises. He raised his hand to catch the raindrops, and the water droplets condensed into an ice crystal pyramid in his palm - this was a precursor to the materialization of the system interface.

"Your heart rate is over 200!" Qin Feng held Su Chen's wrist, and the alarm on the medical tablet pierced the rain. Tang Ren's compass was attached to the road sign, and the magnetic needle was swinging wildly between "Zhenghe Road" and "Boluo Lane".

The window of the antique shop at the end of the alley suddenly burst, and not only glass shards flew out, but also the yellowed front page of the Bangkok Post in 1946. The photo of the sailor was stained by rain, and the ink was reconstructed into the face of a certain politician at that time.

In the electromagnetic shielding room deep in the air-raid shelter, a piece of oracle bone fragments was suspended in a Klein bottle structure. Tang Ren cut his fingertip with a fish-killing knife, and the blood bead stretched out a DNA double helix in the magnetic field: "The sixth hexagram of Lianshan Yi, Guimei Qu Wuwang!"

Green smoke came out of Su Chen's nano gloves, and nano-scale meteoric iron particles were peeled off from the oracle bone inscriptions. Qin Feng suddenly recited fluently: "In 1046 BC, when King Wu of Zhou attacked Zhou, a red star fell from the sky..." His temples oozed blood - this was the price of forcibly breaking through the memory seal.

The moment the secret door was blasted open by the electromagnetic pulse, Isabella's mechanical remains stood in front of the circular screen. Her quantum brain projected a holographic sandbox: Bangkok's underground pipe network formed a giant sextant, with gilded Buddha fragments embedded in each node.

The star map on Su Chen's chest pierced his skin, and the golden red blood beads condensed into a bronze compass phantom in the air. Tang Ren's tattoo on his back was burning, projecting an inverted "Kunyu World Map" on the wall of the air-raid shelter. Qin Feng wiped the blood from his nose and typed out the conclusion on the tablet: "You are becoming a living singularity."

A lead-gray cylinder rose from the ruins of the Science and Technology Building, with the Nazi eagle emblem and the Ming Dynasty treasure ship emblem etched on its surface. Su Chen's retinal interface suddenly loaded the 1433 navigation log, and Zheng He's handwriting was writing in real time: "On the day, we met a steel-footed ship, which fled with lightning..."

Tang Ren's golden teeth bit through the Tesla coil, and artificial lightning split the space-time rift in the oracle array. A man fell into the battlefield of Muye in 1046 BC and witnessed the meteorite piercing through the King Zhou's Lutai. The shadow of the young Poirot walked out of the quantum bubble, and the ticking sound of the pocket watch in his hand resonated with the Zhou Dynasty chimes.

"Observers are pollutants!" Isabella's remaining consciousness screamed in the electromagnetic storm. Su Chen inserted the meteorite core with his bare hands, and the nano-scale Western Zhou bronze artifacts reassembled in his blood vessels - the original meme of all the gilded Buddhas.

When the morning mist in Bangkok rose again, the clock tower hands stopped at 7:16 forever. Su Chen stood in front of the gilded Buddha display cabinet in the museum, and the star map on his chest was just an ordinary birthmark. Tang Ren's compass was attached to the fire hydrant, and the case files in Qin Feng's tablet were all blank.

Isabella's exquisite jade earrings lay quietly in the transparent evidence bag, and suddenly they trembled slightly. With this slight vibration, a mysterious light projected from the earrings, gradually forming a clear and realistic holographic image in the air.

"Congratulations on passing the entry test." A gentle and attractive voice came from the image. Poirot in the picture stood elegantly in an illusory space, smiling, gently taking off the iconic black hat on his head with his right hand, and then bowed slightly to Isabella.

"Welcome to officially join our 'Truth Containment Foundation'! Here, you will face unprecedented challenges and opportunities and explore the unknown secrets hidden behind the world. May you use your wisdom and courage to uncover the fog and protect the peace and tranquility of this world." After saying this, Poirot put on his hat again and his figure gradually disappeared into the void.

Isabella stared at the slowly fading holographic image in front of her, and an indescribable excitement and expectation surged in her heart. She knew that she was about to embark on a journey full of dangers and unknowns, and this pair of jade earrings might be the key to open the door to that mysterious world...