Since the beginning of summer, the biggest rainstorm in Fengcheng fell suddenly at dusk.

After a few heavy thunderbolts, several lightning flashes, and the rain poured down like a flood that burst its banks.

The sound of the rain shook people's ears and trembled. Between heaven and earth, a dense rain curtain was suddenly weaved, gray and vast, like thousands of hideous little snakes twisting their bodies and dancing wildly.

It was dark, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and it felt like night.

At this moment, on the platform on the top floor of the Marriott Building, the tallest building in Fengcheng, a fat figure was standing in the cold rain.

The pouring rain had drenched him. His hair clings to his forehead, almost obscuring one eye; The other eye was like a dead fish, and it was empty, and he didn't know where to look.

A bolt of lightning struck.

In an instant, the man's pale face flashed like lightning.

The rain thinned out, but the wind grew stronger. In the whirring wind, a few sparks flashed. A billboard suddenly collapsed from the roof of the building, dangling in midair.

The man remained silent, motionless, as if carved from wood and stone.

The sky is getting darker.

Over the city, large and heavy black clouds were gathering rapidly, and the pressure was getting lower and lower.

The wind died down, and the rain lightened. The eastern sky is slightly bluish-white.

The man finally shifted around and moved towards the edge of the platform, step by step, step by step.

The tall Marriott Tower, like a giant, stands proudly in the center of the city. Looking down from the top of the building, the street is like a thin intestine, and the sculptures in the street park are more like toys.

The man had reached the edge of the platform and slowly stopped, a beastly gasp coming out of his mouth.

He let out a long breath, slowly lifted his leg, and put one foot on the stone steps. The other foot was lifted, moved, hesitated, or slowly retracted.

Black clouds rushed up, and a heavy rain fell. The man raised his hand, clenched his fists, and his thick eyebrows gradually loosened. He landed on the stone steps with one foot, and stepped up without hesitation with the other.

He stood on the stone steps. Underneath him, it is like a bottomless abyss.

In an instant, he was dizzy, panicked, and his tongue was dry. I felt so frightened that I could hardly resist shouting. The heart seemed to be in the throat, and a mouth was about to pop out.

His body began to tremble, and his calves trembled.

He bit his lip tightly, his chest heaving violently.

In a moment, a very fine stream of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. A bitter smile welled up his cheeks.

His lips twitched, and two lines of tears slowly poured out.

He raised his head and took one last look at the sky so familiar with the city. For the first time, I felt so nostalgic and reluctant.

In the palatial office of the Marriott Tower, he stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows countless times, quietly watching the morning sun slowly rise from the east with an imperial eye, sprinkling the first rays of sunlight in the morning on the glass windows, projecting on the four brilliant and spectacular golden characters of "Marriott Group".

Only this time, he will never see the sun tomorrow again.

Another torrential rain hit his face suddenly, and he didn't seem to notice it.

The sky was like ink. The whole city, in an inexplicable uneasiness, seemed to be anxiously waiting for something.

He slowly opened his arms and stretched them out in a large zigzag; The body swooped down slowly, and it swooped forward, like a big bird, and fell from the top of the building.