Sun Hang, who had spent the entire night working, did not go home. Instead, he borrowed a sleeping bag from Yang Qi and made do on the office sofa. In Sun Hang's own words, "Director Yang, the sound of your keyboard while you work overtime is even more sleep-inducing than white noise."
When Sun Hang opened his eyes again, the time displayed on his wristband was already close to noon. He looked up to see Yang Qi sitting behind the desk opposite him, woodenly eating a boxed lunch. Another unopened boxed lunch sat on the coffee table before the sofa.
"Why the funeral face? Did something happen to Jiang Yu?" Sun Hang swiftly crawled out of the warm sleeping bag and pulled on his coat.
Yang Qi looked up at Sun Hang and slowly said, "Your phone can connect to Tianshu Tower's intranet. See for yourself."
"Huh?"
Half-convinced, Sun Hang pulled his phone from his coat pocket and connected to Tianshu Tower's intranet.
The headline in the intranet's important news section read: "At 6:27 p.m. yesterday, the anomaly Death Aurora (temporary designation Yi 77) descended upon Baikal City."
"Baikal City?" Sun Hang repeated the place name. "Why does that sound kind of familiar?"
"The capital of the Siberian Autonomous Prefecture. The largest city in the Xiazhou Federation on the Eastern Siberian Plain, with a population of 9.2 million." Yang Qi set down her chopsticks.
Sun Hang tapped into the report. The opening images were shockingly vivid—brilliant aurora fell from the sky, incinerating everything it touched and turning the entire city into a vast sea of fire.
The photos appeared to have been taken from a distant mountain. From that overlooking angle, the devastation within the city was plainly visible... Before such a sudden natural disaster, no one could escape... The