In the evening at Golden Sandstone, a salty smell blew over from the sea breeze. The dilapidated factory building was covered with vines, and there was an old smell everywhere.
Lucas Lu parked his car far away, got out and walked towards the factory alone, but suddenly a huge oil drum rolled over and blocked his way.
He leaned to one side, bypassed the icy puddle, walked through the crowded factory buildings and piles of broken tires, and arrived at an old tin warehouse.
The warehouse was covered with a thick layer of dust and filled with a foul smell of decay, but there were some wine bottles and fast food boxes thrown not far away, proving that someone lived here.
He raised his eyes and glanced.
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