The Institute (1)

Chu Yi's eyes snapped open with force, but the harsh sting of dusty particles contaminating the air, immediately made his eyes water painfully.

 His consciousness seemed to be pulled out of a deep ocean, the sudden change of voices, light, shadow, and air pressure, condensed as if they were tiny warring entities, that poured down into him vividly; making him instantly sober.

 The first thing that he felt was the monstrous stench that was so strong that it almost stunned him back into a faint.

 The rotten odor of animal carcass and decomposing plasma transpired by high temperatures, mixed with the mildew odor of deteriorating drinking water, and fermented human waste, twisted into a terrifying odor that couldn't be escaped, it invaded his nose pervasively, the feeling of countless mosquitoes and flies dancing about his body, and the noisy buzzing sounded unscrupulous as if they were the masters here.

 Wow.