On rainy nights in Jiju City, there is always a strange smell of rust and disinfectant. The smell is sticky, like thick phlegm that cannot be dissolved.
The neon lights were flashing so gaudy, but when the rain mixed them up, the light became scattered, barely illuminating the rusty steel buildings. This is an old area, like a scar on the city, and Chen Shu, a low-level security guard, is in charge here.
He had just dragged a homeless man who was drunk next to the trash can under the eaves to shelter from the rain. There was a "buzz" in the earphones, and the sound of electricity came from the earphones. Then the captain's impatient voice came over: "Chen Shu, something happened in the West Third District. Go over there and take a look. Don't dawdle there!"
