In the deserted streets of Longyang City, a survivor led several Peace Party soldiers through complex alleys and then into a small bungalow.
"Brother Jiang Hong, it's right inside, take a look."
As they entered the bungalow, the survivor turned on a powerful flashlight, illuminating the dark room. The lock at the entrance had been forcefully broken, and with the group's entry, the long-accumulated dust scattered around.
The man called Brother Jiang Hong instinctively covered his nose and mouth with his collar to avoid inhaling the dust, and his eyes followed the flashlight's beam further inside. He saw numerous snake-skin bags filled with unknown contents, covered in thick dust due to the lengthy abandonment, obscuring any writing on the surface of the bags.
"What's inside these?"
Brother Jiang Hong asked the survivor, puzzled.
"It's flour."
