The biting cold wind poured in from the leaky window lattice of the ruined temple, rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, and hit her face, carrying a damp musty smell and a faint rotten odor - that was the smell of the mass graves not far away. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw in front of her was not the familiar express sorting center, nor the cab that was twisted in the moment of the car accident, but the dark beams with a few strands of spider webs hanging on them, and a half-person-high pile of hay in the corner. There seemed to be some living thing hidden in the haystack, moving rustlingly.
