After resting for the entire day, in the evening, Zhonghai was unusually calm, especially at the Four Gates. Normally, at this time they would be reveling, but tonight all the nightclubs were collectively closed.
Many people were puzzled by this, while many others were extremely apprehensive, and felt fear towards the person who had caused this situation.
In an abandoned underground garage, gusts of cold wind swept through, making the place particularly eerie.
The long-abandoned location was cold and damp, and amid the darkness, the frequent squeaking sounds echoed. Rats scurried about in groups, this place being their paradise.
Drip!
A droplet of water fell to the ground, the sound exceptionally clear.
Sewage flowed on the ground, and almost all the source of the foul smell in the entire underground garage came from these flowing sewers.
No one wanted to come near here, whether it be day or night, even beggars and homeless people would not choose to stay in such a place.
