The putrid wind swept through the endless mountains of garbage.
The sky is eternal gray-yellow, and the sun is like a dirty copper plate, sparingly spreading turbid light.
Lin Fan hunched over and moved on a newly formed garbage hill.
The original color of the clothes on his body could no longer be seen, and they were as tattered as the garbage itself.
The exposed skin was sallow due to long-term malnutrition, but the eyes looked particularly sharp on the dirty face, scanning the surroundings all the time, searching for any valuable waste, and also alert to potential dangers.
The air here is filled with the mixed smell of corroded metal, burning plastic, and unknown organic matter, which is enough to suffocate first-time visitors.
Lin Fan has long been used to it, and his sense of smell can even distinguish different types of garbage.
He walked deeper than usual today and entered an area that he had never explored before.
