This was a dusty, ordinary-looking exhaust fan of the subway's air conditioner.
The moment he saw this thing, a chain of thought popped up in his mind — exhaust fan, air conditioner, low temperature, ice!
Ice!
His eyes were bright. In this ruined city, all the things from the old era had been corroded or destroyed by the weather. It was almost impossible to find a bag that could seal the smell of Haisha's blood. But there was one thing that could do this, ice!
"It's the black snow season now. The temperature is low, so it's easy to get ice..." Dean's eyes flashed slightly, looking out of the subway as a gust of cold wind blew in from the broken window. Haze was slowly filling the sky. It was estimated that it would snow heavily soon.
