I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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Nathan Road was bustling with traffic, and one after another, missing Hong Kong residents appeared at the intersection, some with blank expressions, some with ecstatic joy, and some with lifeless eyes.

No one saw clearly how they appeared.

It was as if in the blink of an eye, they returned to reality from another dimension.

A driver got out of the car, pointed at a man wearing a wrinkled Brazilian suit, and started cursing:

"Are you crazy?! Standing in the middle of the road, are you trying to get yourself killed?! You want to die, but you're dragging others down with you!"

The man looked at the driver who had been cursing him, then at the surrounding cars, people, the lit milk tea shop sign, and the flashing traffic lights.

"I'm back?"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling, "I'm really back?!"

The man suddenly burst into laughter, spread his arms, and spun around in a circle, like a madman.

"I'm back! I'm back in the world of the living! Hahaha! I didn't die!"

He rushed forward and grabbed the arm of an uncle who was watching the commotion with astonishing strength:

"Uncle! Is this Nathan Road? Is it 2026? Tell me! Is it?"

The old man, wincing in pain from the grip, pulled away in terror: "Yes, yes, you're alright? You really came back from the underworld?!"

"It really is! It really is!" The man laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face. "I'm out! I'm out of the underworld!"

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion.

"What is he talking about?! The underworld? Is he crazy?"

"Where did these people come from? They look strange."

"Wait a minute...look at his hair!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

All eyes were focused on the man's hair.

The once jet-black short hair is turning white from the roots at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Little by little, like frost and snow spreading, from the temples to the top of the head, in just a dozen seconds, half of the temples turned white.

At the same time, fine lines began to appear on his face, and his skin gradually became loose.

In just a short while, he seemed to have aged ten years.

The man himself noticed it, raised his hand to touch his hair, felt a handful of wrinkles, and then paused for a moment:

"So...it was true...I stayed there for so long..."

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at his half-gray hair, a chill running down their spines.

The driver, who had just been cursing him, instinctively took two steps back, his face pale: "A ghost...a ghost..."

"It's a dungeon!"

"They've all gone into the dungeon!"

Someone whispered something.

The crowd instantly stirred; some people backed away, while others pulled out their phones to take pictures, their fingers trembling.

"Did they really come back from the underworld?"

"Is he telling the truth or not? His hair turned white instantly!"

"Take a picture and post it online! This is too creepy!"

"Where's the officer? Call him here right now!"

"Entering dungeons will shorten your lifespan? I've never heard anyone say that before!"

Amidst the chaotic noise, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.

The patrol car arrived quickly, and two port city police officers got out. They were stunned for a moment when they saw the situation, but fortunately they reacted quickly and stepped forward to control the man.

The man didn't resist and obediently followed, only looking back at the tall buildings on the street with an extremely complicated expression.

The crowd didn't disperse; they stood around the scene, pointing and whispering, their phones constantly snapping photos of the man's back.

As the man was led into the police car, some onlookers glanced at the gold paper money lying at their feet, quickly wrapped it in a tissue, and threw it far away.

"This is bizarre...this is really bizarre..."

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Before the news of the Nathan Road incident could spread, missing persons who "came back out of nowhere" appeared in Central, Tsim Sha Tsui, Sham Shui Po, and other areas almost simultaneously.

The entrance to The Landmark in Central is during the lunch break peak.

A woman in a shirt suddenly appeared on the steps at the main entrance of the mall.

Her eyes were sunken, her gaze was fixed, and she kept muttering something to herself.

People around looked on curiously.

The next second, the woman suddenly screamed:

"Honey, Zai Zai! Where are you?!"

She searched frantically, her eyes bloodshot, like a caged beast.

"I'm back! Where are you all?!"

The woman's eyes lit up instantly when she saw a piece of gold paper money floating on the ground, and she lunged forward to pick it up.

"Paper money! Yes! Paper money! If we pick it up, we can go back! We can see you again! We will be together forever!"

Her movements were so quick, and with a touch of decisiveness, that even the security guards nearby didn't have time to react.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the paper money, two security guards rushed over and stopped her.

"Madam! What are you doing!"

"Don't touch it! It's dangerous!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The woman struggled desperately, her face filled with despair.

"I want to go back! My husband and son are still there waiting for me to live with them! I want to go back and be with them!"

"Let me go! I don't want to stay here! They don't belong here!"

The woman cried her heart out, struggling like a child to pick up the paper money.

Everyone around was stunned:

"What did she say? Husband and son? Her family isn't here?"

"There was a similar person on Nathan Road just now, claiming to have returned from the underworld?! Is it really true...?"

"I recognize her! Her husband has terminal bone cancer, and her son died in a car accident... Wow, she must be seeing a ghost in a game!"

"Isn't it... that weird?"

Everyone spontaneously raised their phones to record videos and whispered among themselves.

The woman struggled for a long time but couldn't break free. In the end, she could only collapse to the ground, covering her face and sobbing.

"I don't want to come back... I want to stay there with them..."

"We can meet even if we're dead... but if we stay here, we'll never see each other again..."

The cries were so mournful and piercing that they made one's heart ache.

The security guard didn't yell at her anymore; he just stood there waiting for the police to arrive.

Among the onlookers, some felt sympathy, some were afraid, and some seemed thoughtful:

If you could really see your deceased relatives in the underworld...

—This idea popped into many people's minds and stirred something within them.

Who hasn't longed to see someone but couldn't, separated by death?

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At the same time, at the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui.

A young woman in a dress stumbled out from behind a pillar on the dock.

She leaned on the railing, watching the Star Ferry passing by on the sea and the night view of Hong Kong Island on the opposite shore. Her legs went weak, and she squatted down on the ground.

"Waaaaah..."

After crying for a long time, she finally borrowed a cell phone from a passerby, her hands trembling, and dialed her mother's number.

[…Feed? Baby?! Is that my baby?! Where did you go?! You scared Mommy to death!]

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a tentative, tearful voice.

"Mommy..." The girl cried even harder when she heard the voice, "Mommy... I'm back... I'm okay... I missed you so much..."

"It's good you're back! It's good you're back! Where are you? Mommy's coming to pick you up!"

"I'm at the Star Ferry Pier..."

After hanging up the phone, the girl was still crying. Passersby all gathered around, asking her curiously but distantly what had happened to her.

A strand of white hair had appeared at the girl's temple, but after she finished speaking—

The passersby all had the same expression: "...???"

What do you mean you went to the underworld?

What does it mean that the underworld is exactly the same as Hong Kong, and you can see reality just by looking up?

What does it mean that there are Black and White Impermanence in the underworld?

What do you mean by saying you were captured by the Black and White Impermanence and locked up by a dried-up riverbank for three days digging in river mud?

What do you mean by "Black and White Impermanence deducted five years of your lifespan"?

The group of people were dumbfounded, feeling as if they were listening to some kind of fantasy or supernatural novel.

Even TVB wouldn't dare to make a bad movie like this, right?

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The streets of Sham Shui Po are extremely lively.

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a gray hoodie, stood smugly in the middle of the sidewalk, surrounded by a group of people.

She was holding a ceramic pillow, no bigger than the palm of her hand, bluish-white, with a chubby baby holding a carp painted on it, looking rather rustic.

"Watch closely!"

The girl cleared her throat, looked smugly at the cameras around her holding up her phones, and said, "Don't blink! I'll show you what a real 'baby' looks like!"

As she spoke, she sat cross-legged on the ceramic pillow.

"rise!"

With a low shout, everyone's eyes widened.

—That palm-sized ceramic pillow actually started to float up slowly.

It was about a meter off the ground, swaying gently, carrying the girl forward for dozens of meters.

Although it flew unsteadily and a bit crookedly, it did indeed take off!

It took flight.

"Wow--!!"

A series of gasps erupted from the surrounding area:

"It's flying?! It's flying?!"

"Really? Is it a magic trick?"

"What kind of magic trick is this! You go try it! This is a real superpower!"

"What kind of treasure is this? Did you really bring it back from the underworld?"

Hearing the gasps of surprise around her, the girl grew even more smug, manipulating the pillow to float back, deliberately provoking another round of gasps—

"Let me tell you, this is called the Dream Pillow, a game item brought back from the underworld! Not only can it make you fly at low altitudes, but sitting on it can also keep out little ghosts!"

"Not only that, I also have a talisman! Wearing it makes me invulnerable to swords and spears!"

She got more and more excited as she talked, and took out the talismans and small copper bells from her pocket, setting them up on the ground like a street stall.

People around pushed forward, all wanting to see something new.

Someone reached out and touched it: "Hey pretty lady, are you selling this pillow? I'll offer 100,000!"

"One hundred thousand?" The girl scoffed, putting away the talisman. "You think you can buy my Dream Pillow for one hundred thousand? You're dreaming! Less than a million? Forget it!"