林凡晃了晃脑袋，试图驱散那份该死的宿醉感，可脑子里依旧嗡嗡作响。这具身体，怎么说呢，很特别。瘦得像根芦苇，还有点残，左腿好像还在地上蹭，带着点血迹。他挣扎着坐起来，靠在冰冷的墙壁上，疼得龇牙咧嘴。“妈的，这是哪儿？” familiarity burrowed into his mind like a weed. Right, he’d been drugged, then maybe thrown down a flight of stairs? Or maybe just hit really hard. Either way, the result was this: he was in some damp, forgotten alleyway, definitely not the KTV backroom he’d woken up in before. He patted his pockets. Wallet was gone, phone was gone, the expensive cigarette he’d tucked into his breast pocket was gone. Typical. First thing’s first, figure out where the hell he was. The alley was narrow, concrete walls slick with grime, a single flickering streetlamp casting long, dancing shadows. No people, just the occasional rat skittering away. Suddenly, a dull chime echoed in his mind, interrupting the hammering in his skull. System prompt. [System activated. User Lin Fan, current level: 1. Experience points: 0/100. Available skill: None.]