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The Siberian cold current enveloped the city, and the biting wind made a low whine. At night, I was shivering in the cold wind. Song Fei rode her bicycle out of the bustling Jiefang Road and turned north into the secluded Station Street. Although the street was spacious and the street lights were bright, because there were no shops on both sides, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road once it got dark. Especially at night like this, no one with any help would brave the freezing cold. The three or two bicycles that occasionally pass by on the road are high school students who have finished their evening self-study and young teachers like her who have no reason not to attend evening self-study. She stared in horror at the darkness behind the street lights. Behind the sycamore trees, which were so bare that only a few dry sycamore branches were left, was the long wall of the North Goods Yard. The cold light of the street lamp is transformed by the swaying branches into some ferocious images that are usually unimaginable.