On September 17, 2054, the autumn tiger lingered in Jiangcheng, and the evening air was still as hot and muggy as a ball of water-soaked cotton. Lu Chen had just finished loading and unloading work at the freight station. His work vest was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his back, outlining the tight muscles he had developed through years of hard work. He unscrewed the military kettle he carried with him and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water. As his Adam's apple rolled, he caught a glimpse of Lao Zhang lying on the counter in a canteen not far away, watching TV, with emergency news playing on the screen.
"Abnormal haze has been observed in many places around the world. Experts have initially judged it to be an extreme meteorological phenomenon. Citizens are reminded to reduce going out and take precautions..." The host's voice was calm, but the scene passing through the camera made Lu Chen's heart sink. The sky in a northern city was covered with thick haze, and visibility was less than five meters. Pedestrians were hurriedly running on the street wearing masks, with unconcealable panic in their expressions.
