It's 11:30 in the middle of the night, Ping'an Street in the old town of Jiangnan City.
This neighborhood has long been planned as part of an old city reconstruction project. There are very few pedestrians during the day, and at night, it is as quiet as a ghost. The dim orange street lamps were in disrepair for a long time, and from time to time they made a sizzling sound of electricity and flickered a few times, casting distorted shadows on the mottled walls. There was a pattering of autumn rain in the sky, and the rain mixed with the rotten smell coming from the sewers, forming turbid puddles on the bumpy bluestone road.
At the end of this dilapidated old street, a store with pale fluorescent tubes looked out of place.
