By now, it was already seven in the morning.
Days were short and nights were long in autumn and winter, so the sun rose late. This, combined with the overcast, rainy weather, made the entire world seem to be shrouded in a dark, gloomy veil, the light growing ever more dim and oppressive.
On the road, the rain fell in a dense sheet. Every so often, a vehicle would speed past, its tires mercilessly crushing the puddles on the ground with a SPLASH.
In the quiet morning, the sound was particularly jarring, shattering the tranquility woven by the rain.
The elderly man with the surname Feng held an umbrella as he left the breakfast stall. He walked along the side of the road toward the Chenxi Security Bureau building across the street.
Although it was just diagonally across the road, the two locations weren't actually close—they were at least a few hundred meters apart.
Just then, a truck came roaring from the intersection.
