"A gas pipeline unexpectedly leaked on XXX Road last night. Emergency repairs are currently underway..."
"The weather is dry, and fire is as fierce as a tiger. Fire prevention deserves attention. XX Residential Complex..."
"Construction resumed at an unfinished building site, with machinery roaring like thunder at midnight. Residents complained bitterly..."
"Am I paying too much attention to these things?"
"It feels like there have been quite a few incidents like this in Magic City lately..."
Muttering to himself, Xia Xu slipped his phone back into his pocket.
A month and a half had passed in the blink of an eye. It was now a month and a half later.
His life had been fairly peaceful. His studies and research at school progressed steadily, while his companies continued hurtling down the fast lane of development.
But whether he was unused to this peace or simply being oversensitive, he had inexplicably become rather suspicious lately, constantly feeling that some ominous atmosphere was brewing.
An occasional explosion or fire in the news, or even just a noise complaint, would always catch his attention inadvertently.
In fact, incidents like these had been somewhat more frequent over the past month or two than before, but a handful of cases spread across one or two months was hardly anything unusual.
It was more like a sensitivity response, much as many people frequently noticed a particular number whenever they checked the time.
This was neither coincidence nor some mysterious intervention. They were simply subconsciously sensitive to that number, and only shifted their attention to the time when they spotted it out of the corner of their eye.
He was in the same situation now. As he browsed his phone, all sorts of information flashed past, yet amid that vast stream, he always happened to catch news