Even in the abandoned and collapsed buildings, some Chinese characteristics can still be seen. On the walls of buildings not yet buried by the blizzard, exaggerated promotional flyers are still pasted up:

[Great news! Great news! Cabbage is on special today, only 500 RMB per jin (500g). Hurry and buy!]

[Buying large quantities of earthworms, cockroaches, flies, and mosquitoes—at preferential prices.]

[Shocking! Where is our future?! We want the sun! We want the sun!]

[Shanghai Shelter No. 3 reminds you of the emergency contact number:]

Collapsed buildings intertwine with futuristic sci-fi elements, making the dilapidated concrete skyscrapers appear even more desolate. Countless residents dressed in dark-colored clothing continue to move forward against the blizzard, and the entire earth seems to be groaning in despair.

Xu Milu unconsciously picked up her phone and captured this breathtaking scene.

She plans to name it "The Death of the Earth".

...

...

At the same time, Liu Peiqiang, who was standing outside the door, tightened the backpack on his shoulder and strode into the door in front of Wang Jianning.

Everyone watched as he vanished into thin air like a piece of melted butter.

Liu Peiqiang disappeared completely in front of more than a dozen fully armed guards.

It wasn't a hallucination, nor was it that this group of people had collectively gone mad; they had truly disappeared.

"Holy crap!! Where did everyone go?!"

"Holy crap! Where did he go?!"

"Is it a projection or a special effect?!"

"Contact the garrison! Quickly!"

Wang Jianning rushed forward to confirm again and again, then frantically pulled out the radio from his chest and yelled at the liaison officer inside:

"Number 00, coordinates 121°13′E, 31°32′N! Requesting support!!"

"I'll repeat myself! Case number 00, coordinates 121°13′E, 31°32′N! A Category IV event has occurred. I need backup! I need backup!!"