The spring and autumn seasons in Yandu are always short. This November has not yet ended, and a menacing cold wave has caused the comfortable temperature of Yandu to drop by more than ten degrees, which is warm in the morning and cool at night.
As the daily temperature dropped to single digits, the twenty-two days of hot autumn came to an end. The city officially declared that it had entered the early winter season, and most of the people walking in the streets and alleys succumbed to the sweeping waves. Under the cold wave that came, he was forced to put on a warmer down jacket and a scarf to wrap himself tightly, in order to get a little bit of warmth in the damp and cold wave that could penetrate the armor.
Located in central China and affected by the humid north subtropical monsoon climate, winter in this city is actually as difficult as summer. The humid climate not only turns the city into a hot, humid and sultry steamer in summer, it also becomes a hot and humid place in winter. It will form a wet and cold wind, which not only hurts the face, but also does not help no matter how many sweaters you wear. This cold wind seems to be like a magic attack that can penetrate armor in the game, bringing a bone-deep cold to people. .
The weather is humid and cold, and there is no heating. When winter comes, you can't get out of bed. When it rains, you will die. Cities further south don't even have snow scenes to see, so most southerners don't like winter very much.
Otto felt the same way, and winter was particularly difficult for him due to personal reasons.
Today he not only put on a fluffy and warm down jacket and scarf, covered himself tightly with a mask and gloves, he even put on a plush hat, fully arming himself from head to toe. He walked alone through the secluded and old alleys.
In Yandu, the houses in the old city are basically old buildings built in the 1960s and 1970s. Although many houses in good locations were demolished in the development period of the past few years and replaced with buildings built from the ground. There are thousands of tall buildings, but among the rows of tall buildings, there are still many dilapidated communities composed of old buildings hidden.
hiss! Let me see, um, investigating the dormitory where dozens of people have disappeared. Otto, who wrapped himself like a bear, took off his gloves with difficulty, gasped for air, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and confirmed it on the mobile phone memo. The target of this mission is located near this place. Alex is trying to trick his father. Finding missing persons should be a matter for the police, right? Why are you throwing this kind of thing at my head?
Otto walked alone through the secluded old house, stepping on the cracked floor tiles under his feet, scanning the large pieces of garbage that no one knew who had piled up in the old community, including various cigarette butts, plastic garbage bags, and food. Box, looking from a distance at the corridors blocked by the clutter from each house, as well as the small advertisements and psoriasis posted randomly on the walls, he felt an illusion of a different world, as if he had returned to his childhood after school. Same on the way home.
After all, these are old communities. The houses were built at least a year ago. Over time, these old buildings will always have many troublesome problems. In terms of appearance, the facade walls are moldy and peeling. In the 1960s and 1970s, The iron sewer pipes built in the 1900s and installed on the outside of the house have become rusty and rusty due to exposure to wind and sun. It is common for the stairs in the building to be damaged and the stairway fence to be corroded and broken.
Not to mention the internal environment, the freshly painted white walls will turn yellow, even turn black and fall off in a few years. Why? Water is leaking. As I said before, these are old houses. Water leakage is almost a common problem in these old houses. No matter how you fix it, inject glue or do leak-proof projects, the water will always be here. The old house was riddled with holes and found cracks to leak out. The lighting on the first floor and even in the basement is not very good, and if there is water leakage or rain, it will become even darker and damper.
The appearance is shabby and dirty, and the internal environment is not suitable for living. Therefore, the residents in these old communities have bought new houses elsewhere and moved out long ago if they can. Nowadays, apart from some old people who stubbornly stay here, the majority of people who still stay in these old cities are foreigners who have left their hometowns and come to this city to work hard.
Of course, what few people know is that there are also some extremely special groups of people who also gather in the old city.
Otto followed the unreliable instructions of the evil navigator and walked around the maze-like old city for a long time. He finally found the area designated for this mission.
It was an old house that didn't look much different from the surrounding buildings, Otto estimated.
It is about six or seven stories high. Like other communities, almost every household here has privately expanded the area of the house. They gave full play to the wisdom and strength of the working people, and built rooms of varying sizes outside like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. Some built a kitchen, some built a toilet, and some even used the support between the upper and lower floors to create a study room.
And the illegal construction of different specifications echoed the illegal construction built next to another building, forming a shadow that blocked the sky and the sun. Even if it was daytime, the corridor was dark. Even when he raised his head and looked up, it was dark. It is impossible to look up at the slightest bit of sunlight from the layers of illegal construction.
The darkness in front of me is like a beast that chooses people to devour.
For some reason, Otto, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, suddenly had such a weird idea.
However, he shook his head vigorously and put these messy thoughts behind him. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight and stepped into the darkness. Then he found the dormitory he was looking for through the light of his mobile phone, which was not strong.
It was a wooden door with faded red paint and several cracks on the door. Otto raised his hand and knocked hard on the shaky-looking wooden door.
Boom, boom, boom.
The crisp and rhythmic knocking on the door echoed in the dark and deserted alley for a long time as the fingers tapped heavily on the door.
No one responded.
Otto frowned slightly after waiting for a long time and heard no sound. He raised his hand and knocked hard several times. The heavy knock on the door echoed in the alley again.
However, there was still no movement.
Otto frowned and glanced at the old-fashioned lock of the wooden door with the light in one hand. Then he put his eyes to the crack of the door to try to see clearly what was going on inside. He stood in front of the door, knocking on the door and peeping and tinkering. After a long time, there was no answer when he knocked on the door again, and he began to wonder if he could slip the door and pick the lock, when an angry curse came from behind, startling him.
Little brat! With such a heavy hand, I'm not afraid of knocking the door down. You'll have to pay for it!
The sudden curse from behind frightened Otto to death. His heart almost stopped for a beat. He subconsciously followed the sound and turned around. The light of the flashlight happened to shine on a fierce face with heavy makeup and curly hair. He was frightened. He shouted: Ghost!
I bother! You look like a ghost to me! The curly-haired aunt spat, took a deep breath of cigarette, glared and cursed: Young people nowadays are really getting more and more outrageous. Do you know how to respect your elders? What are you doing hiding here? explain! Are you trying to steal something?
Otto was a little confused by the scolding: um, aunt
Who is your aunt? ! ah? Little boy, what are you talking about? .
No, no, I mean. Seeing the other party getting more and more angry, Otto immediately changed his words and asked: "I want to find an aunt. She seemed to live in this place before, but I knocked for a long time and no one responded. I am now anxious." Woolen cloth.
real? Why do I feel like you are fooling me like this? Under the dim light, the curly-haired aunt's eyes were full of doubts and distrust, and she didn't mean to believe him at all.
Of course it is true. How could I lie to you, sister? Think about it, what are the benefits of lying to you? Otto had a forced business smile on his face, so I would like to ask, sister, are you the landlord of this house?
if not? Get off! Don't block my way. The thick-shouldered curly-haired aunt snorted coldly, and without further delving into the matter, she squeezed Otto over, skillfully took out the key and opened the door, and then said slowly: You are late, no one lives here now. , are all cleared out. Even if you are really here to find someone, she definitely doesn’t live here anymore.
As soon as the door opened, a damp, moldy, decaying smell hit his nostrils. The strong smell made Otto frown involuntarily, but he still endured the smell and looked into the room with the light on.
It was a dark, damp room with no windows. Under the dim light, the walls were covered with moldy and peeling wall coverings. The ceiling was wet and dry, dry and wet again by the water leaking from upstairs. There were circles of disgusting dark yellow water stains. There are nearly ten high and low beds in a small room that is only twenty or thirty square meters, and there is only about ten centimeters between the beds.
The distance between them made this small room look like a small maze.
Otto noticed that most of the bunk beds in the room had been emptied. Only a few beds still had bedding that others had packed but not yet taken away.
Oh, landlady, can I ask you where these tenants have gone? Seeing this scene, Otto subconsciously began to inquire for useful information.
The curly-haired aunt blew out the last puff of smoke from her mouth, using the smell of smoke to neutralize the rotten smell in the air, and then threw the burned-out cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it a few times: Who knows, why are you asking about this?
Otto wisely took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and respectfully handed one to the curly-haired aunt.
Look, aren’t I looking for someone? I just want to find out why they all moved away and where they might live so I can go find her.
Huh, you guys still have some snacks. The curly-haired aunt took his cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then rolled her eyes at him, but you are obviously lying because it is impossible for anyone to come to them if they live in this place.
Ahhaha Otto realized that his lame excuse had been seen through, and he immediately laughed and started fighting haha.
Seeing him like this, the curly-haired aunt didn't tell him off, and said calmly: "But forget it, I'm too lazy to meddle in this business. Since you want to listen, then I will tell you. Come, find a place to sit."
After the two of them found a relatively clean empty bed and sat down, before Otto could ask any questions, the curly-haired aunt spoke first.
Do you know who are the people living here?
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