The end of March, Huo Zhou.
The over 700,000 people had all been evacuated and in came armies of research and military personnel, whose main tasks were to observe data and undertake escort duty, respectively. They would bring little influence to change the abnormality.
It was the most intriguing event, as a matter of fact. A city was perishing, with its original residents scattering all over the country and never coming back. Instead, a group of outsiders were witnessing the process and keeping the city company for its last ride.
It was midday. Inside the Flaming Mountain scenic area, the humble square was looking all the more bleak. The giant golden-cudgel-shaped thermometer stood stiff in the Bagua furnace and pointed straight up at the sky.
Behind it, the tracks were deserted on the rustic hill, without the sign of a single tourist… well, not really. There was one left.
