The city is still bustling at night, and the cars coming and going on the spacious road make low noises from time to time. Even though I have been wandering alone in this bustling place for a long time, I still can't adapt. The people here seemed extremely excited during this time when they were supposed to be going to bed. An Ruochu was still wandering in this noisy street as usual. The lights on the street were dim and yellow, flickering on and off as if there was insufficient power supply. I often wonder why I left home and never returned, and suddenly I discovered a fact that I didn't want to admit. He is already dead, he died very early. Home is long gone. An Ruochu, who was standing on the street, raised his feet and walked towards the center of the street where cars were passing by. He lowered his head and found that his feet were looming and he was floating in the air. Without making fun of yourself, what are you expecting? A huge truck was coming towards him. An Ruochu subconsciously dodged, but the truck didn't slow down at all and ran over him at a very fast speed. An Ruochu felt a strong wind, and the truck went straight through him and continued to move forward unimpeded. Only at this time would An Ruochu feel like a living human being.