July 29th, at the break of dawn.
Most of the lights on the second floor of the factory were out, except for the light in Chen Zhou's office.
The room, enveloped in a uniform gray, appeared especially solemn, offering no warmth, nor any opulence.
A steaming cup of coffee sat atop the reddish-brown conference table—
It was a reward delivered on April 16th, canned instant coffee, each can weighing 1.2kg, a total of 30 cans were delivered.
Normally Chen Zhou would add many lumps of brown sugar, but tonight he didn't add any.
The bitter coffee entered his mouth, first a wave of bitterness, accompanied by a burnt taste, crept up his taste buds and filled his mouth. After the coffee flowed into his esophagus, the aftertaste left behind was acidic, and only finally could a hint of aroma be detected.
The excess caffeine made Chen Zhou's spirit particularly excitable.
