Wasteland Shutter

Qi Guang stared at the close-up of his body in the viewfinder. The blood hole on the back of his head was still steaming. He could even imagine the heavy, sticky feel of the familiar brown protective suit soaked in blood. An icy chill suddenly penetrated his heart, and was instantly replaced by a ridiculous and suffocating heat wave. "This is fucking impossible..." Qi Guang's fingers were shaking uncontrollably, and he could hardly hold the antique camera dug out of the rusty titanium alloy box. The cold metal body was like a red coal stone just taken out of the flames. In the lower right corner of the photo, the unmistakable timestamp is nailed there like a judgment: It's 4:23 pm today – 3 hours and 17 minutes away.