Gu Rong Village used to have a population of about a thousand. These squat houses and newly built bungalows used to house villagers, and the well-decorated homestay would open themselves to visiting tourists. Old men sat under the banyan trees to chat while children and dogs ran along the riverbank. But now, there was only a silence, a blanket of ominous silence. There was no trace of any villagers around, not even any cats or dogs. Even the rats that normally trekked their path across the small alleys had disappeared without a trace.