The next day.
Saturday morning, clear skies.
Outside the window, birds fluttered their wings and chirped as they searched for food.
In the lush little garden in the distance, some elderly people practiced tai chi, some walked their birds, and some took strolls. The scene was peaceful and tranquil.
What a beautiful picture.
But in two days, perhaps none of it would be seen anymore.
Dong Xuebin, who was resting at home today, leaned against the windowsill and looked outside. His heart grew heavier and heavier. He no longer had the slightest hesitation about his final, risky plan. Even if it meant risking his life, he had to do it. His plan was to publish an article in a widely circulated Fenzhou City newspaper, so that everyone would know and take it seriously. But Dong Xuebin needed an excuse, a pretext, a way to convince most people. Otherwise, if he simply shouted that an earthquake was coming, people would only think he was crazy. No one would believe him.
What should he do? What excuse could he use?
Use a friend from the Earthquake Bureau as cover again? That would not work. One phone call could expose it.
Have people from the Provincial Earthquake Bureau conduct tests? That would not work either. Domestic earthquake prediction technology was limited, and they would not detect anything.
Just as Dong Xuebin was wracking his brains, some noisy commotion suddenly rose from the roadside in the distance. Someone shouted, and a dog barked.
"Hey! Watch your dog!"
"Sorry, sorry. It didn't bite you, did it?"
"No, I'm fine. It just startled me."
"Sorry about that. I don't know what's wrong with the dog today. It's like it's gone crazy, barking nonstop."
"Could it have rabies? Come to think of it, our cat was howling