The late autumn night dew condensed in the cracks in the bricks of the palace wall, as cold as broken glass. Huo Xu was wrapped in a half-worn navy blue brocade robe, and the collar was still stained with the fishy smell of lobster from the back alley of the imperial dining room - it was from devouring the lobster shell half an hour ago. At this moment, there was a faint stagnant feeling of flowing chitin under the skin, as if wearing an invisible layer of soft armor. He had just received the badge of "Scavenger" from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The cold copper touched the palm of his hand. The word "Qin Shen" engraved on it seemed to be mocking the fallacy that he had been talking to the imperial censor in the court during the day about "garbage sorting benefits the country and the people".
