Chen An was woken up by a musty smell.
He opened his eyes and saw a yellowed old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head. It spun and made a creaking sound, as if it was about to fall down and chop off someone's head at any time. There is a calendar hanging on the wall, with a Hong Kong star with wavy hair printed on it, and the words below - July 1997.
"What kind of plane..."
