It was dark late in summer, almost 7 o'clock in the evening, the sun had just set, and the lights in the downtown area were already bright as day, but on a remote road on the edge of the city, there were only a few dim street lights that were better than nothing.On both sides of this path is a waste machinery trading market, filled with various shabby machine tools and heavy rusty equipment. Unlike ordinary shopping malls, such machinery trading markets end their business early every day. Moreover, because those heavy iron lumps are not afraid of stealing, there is no need for guards or guards at all, so now there is no one here to see personal images.No, not even a figure can't be seen. There is also a petite girl walking alone on this secluded path. She looked around and walked forward slowly, looking a little scared.