As the last line of white text disappeared, the gray mist in front of Gu Ji gradually dissipated. The first thing that came into view was the riverbank shorelines of Dis布尔 and Gauhati, where the water level of the Brahmaputra River was receding. Then it was the Hugli River in West Bengal, where villagers near the Farakka Dam were lining up in front of government relief stations. The villagers who were the most vocally upset initially were now grinning widely, gladly receiving the subsidies.
Anurag, Marlo, Pradan, Mr. Dieter, Nandeao...
One familiar face after another flashed rapidly before his eyes like a rotating lantern. The drumbeat of the BGM abruptly stopped at this moment. Gu Ji slowly opened his eyes and saw Fatima pulling him hurriedly towards the car, her face full of urgency. "Vidi, this matter is too significant. We must quickly return to New Delhi to find the minister and report this directly to the Prime Minister. Otherwise, we too might be 'swept' by the military..."
