The last thing Tan Daye remembered was the dazzling arc light in the 35 kV substation.
As a division-level official in the operation and maintenance department of a municipal bureau of the State Grid Corporation of China, he should have been reviewing quarterly reports in the office, but instead he had to go to the site to supervise the replacement of old equipment. The midsummer thunderstorm came unexpectedly, and before the buzzing of the lightning arrester dissipated, a pale lightning penetrated the sole of the insulating boot. He felt that the blood in his body was boiling instantly, as if countless blazing silver snakes were drilling into the Tianling Cap along his spine.
