On this silent, rainy night, the howls of unknown creatures, gunshots, car crashes, and explosions could be heard from time to time. Mixed in among those different sounds was the strange, unnerving cry of a baby.
The various sounds made the atmosphere inside the detention center seem exceptionally quiet.
There were so many people packed together, yet no one dared make a sound.
The guards and detainees crouched obediently together inside the cell, quietly waiting for the chaos outside to pass.
"Snap!"
In that uncomfortably quiet atmosphere, Lu Xin lit a cigarette. When he saw so many eyes turn toward him, he shifted his shoulders awkwardly, gestured to everyone, and said, "Want one too?"
The guards and detainees around him exchanged glances. The young guard who had bought the cigarettes took them and began handing them out one by one. He seemed instinctively unwilling to trouble Lu Xin, so he took the initiative to distribute them for him. But as Lu Xin watched the cigarettes rapidly dwindle, his expression grew strange. After hesitating, he still could not bring himself to stop the young guard from handing them out.
Then everyone huddled inside the cell, silently smoking. No one dared sleep.
"Brother, what... what exactly is that thing outside?"
After who knew how long, one of the guards finally came to his senses. Mustering his courage, he asked Lu Xin.
"A lunatic."
Under everyone's gaze, Lu Xin silently smoked and answered softly.
"A lunatic?"
The guards and the detainees in the cells on both sides stirred uneasily, their faces full of confusion. "That's a lunatic?"
"That's not right. I've seen lunatics at a circus before. They weren't like this."
"Forget the circus. I saw some in the wilderness before. They weren't like this either. Guns could kill them..."
"..."
Facing their