Fishy

Walking down the narrow stairs in hurried footsteps, Zhang Lisheng left the apartment and came to the streets. Suddenly, he saw that several hundreds of people gathered in twos or threes in the dark streets while looking up at the night sky. They were staring at the sparkling shuttle-shaped spaceship as they buried their heads in their discussions uneasily.

At this time, if it was in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the fascinating nightlife had yet to begin. If this place was some of the stately communities in Brooklyn, guests in family parties must have slowly left already. In this kind of terrible place like Jasmine Avenue, it, on the other hand, should have long been empty, but now, there were so many people gathered on the streets. It was clear that they must have been baffled by the strange spaceships over New York.