Courtyard, Liuhai Lane, Capital.
Shi Xuejin sat in idleness in the shade of the walnut tree, whose luxurious canopy stretched in all directions, providing coolness and comfort for those under its shelter.
Rested in his hands was a purple sand teapot and a book, which had stayed on the same page for a long while. Shi Xuejin sat with his eyes shut, as though ruminating on what he had just read.
Suddenly, Hao Zhichao trotted over in a hurry and handed a file to Shi Xuejin. "Taken by satellite one month ago."
From the documents Shi Xuejin took out a stack of photos that showed withered trees on a Pacific island, around which countless bodies of fish and shrimp were floating on the sea surface, lifeless.
The once beautiful island was now teeming with the stench of death!
Shi Xuejin frowned. "Any other clues?"
