C53 A smell of blood

The night was cold, and even the moon seemed to bring sorrow to the world. Standing on the balcony, Yan Tian looked at the slowly descending night sky, let out a long sigh, then slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.

...

The next day, before the sky brightened, Yan Tian, who was fast asleep, was already being disturbed by the ringing sound of his mobile phone.

"Damn