The lights flickered back on, Gao Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He took the candles one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in a metal box, which already held many candles.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.,"It's raining so hard outside, your clothes are soaked through. Come inside and warm up."。