The sky was hazy with a sticky layer, and the haze filled the city with noisy noise. No one could notice that someone was howling hoarsely. It was very weak and boring, and it was gradually washed away and dull. Night is coming, and people's living conditions are stagnant on their beds, in their rooms, outside their houses, and on the streets. Whether a person will continue to live or otherwise cannot be determined for a moment before the sun rises. It's like you are all cats in a box and we are all cats in a box.