Four Food Records

In the autumn of 2037, apart from the yellowing of the streetscape outside the window, I didn't feel a hint of chill. This short-lived season will soon be replaced by a northerly drizzle, and the vitality of late summer will suddenly die one night, just like many people in this city. The subway car is mixed with the smell of blood, and all living beings are no longer as usual. We have long forgotten the days when we owned smart devices, so that belief is just a desire to survive after people forget the truth, and life is extremely boring. To live... To live... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.