Night was eerily silent.
Besides an occasional patrol of Awakeners from the Pingliang Security Bureau passing on the street, there were hardly any other people.
Instead of Source-power streetlights, ordinary electric streetlights lined the sides of the road. The Power Supply Bureau of Pingliang had increased the voltage to barely keep the electric lights operational, but at a glance, out of every ten streetlights, eight were dimmed, and the remaining one or two flickered with a dull yellow light, as if they could go out at any time.
Such streetlights had to be replaced every two or three days along every stretch of road.
Only Source-power streetlights could last.
The full moon, hanging high in the sky, gradually disappeared behind the clouds, its bright moonlight obscured, casting even deeper shadows over the night.
A few streets away from the orphanage where the incident happened,
Sun Yu, Cai Jiajia, and the others had already changed into the props prepared by Nian Chengwei.
