A man stood in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Because the sky was gradually darkening, there were fewer people around. However, fear and panic filled the man's eyes, especially after what had just happened; it was as if he had seen a ghost.,It's summer now. When Xia Ming returned to his residence, he was still sweating profusely. He took a cold shower in the bathroom and finally felt relieved. He sat back on his sofa. The furnishings in his home were simple, with a sofa, television, and other common furniture, all apparently existing from the original house.,He just graduated and hasn't found a good job yet. His standards are too high because he doesn't know how to do anything. Because of his high expectations, he hasn't even bothered to look for work in the past two months.。