When Su Yan woke up, his nose first smelled the smell of earth.
It wasn't the damp, moldy smell in the laboratory, but the real field smell mixed with rotting leaves and plant ash - the kind of smell he had only occasionally smelled during fieldwork.
He opened his eyes.
Above the head is a dilapidated thatched roof with several small holes for light. The midday sun penetrates thinly and shines on the dark adobe walls. He was lying on a wooden bed with straw under the bed board and covered with a thin quilt with numerous patches.
Su Yan didn't panic.
