Zheng Tan squatted on a tree. It was the only suitable accommodation he could find.
There were several houses 200 meters away, two of which still had their lights on, and he could occasionally hear voices chatting.
The area was surrounded by fields, but under the dim starlight, he could see that there were hardly any crops. The area would probably be demolished soon.
Zheng Tan settled down in a comfortable position. He closed his eyes, but his ears were on alert. It paid to be vigilant outdoors.
Lights in homes switched off, one by one. Once in awhile, he could hear cats meowing in the distance, answered only by the occasional dog barks from the households. It was finally dark.
The temperature in the suburbs was lower compared to downtown. The wind was chilly, blowing away the last of his haziness.
Just when he was debating whether to get up and find something to do, he heard footsteps. They were light, but cats had good hearing.
