In the summer evening, there was not much rain, and the moonlight fell very brightly on the ground under my feet.
When He Tuanwei walked out of Wuxiangshan Subway Station, he looked at the time again.
9:06,
This group of villas in the outer suburbs of Haishi has been in existence for more than a hundred years since modern times.
He just looked at the sycamore trees tens of meters high on both sides. The sky outside was completely blocked. The green light seemed to have been erected here more than ten years ago.
The geology of this generation is obviously a bit loose and soft, the cement is undulating and has a tendency to crack and shift, and the street lights are distributed a bit crookedly.
Their school is close to the subway station, but it is in the city center. It takes an hour and twenty minutes to get here from the school subway station, which is towards the suburbs.
Compared with the bustling nightlife in the center of the city, the place seemed much bleak, and he didn't see anyone traveling with him on the way.
There is a long row of old shops on the road near the subway. Many of the shops are not closed. The street lights shine through the opaque covers and fall to the ground, making them even more dim and blurry.
He felt as if he was not walking in Haishi at this moment but in their hometown county. The fat boss of the door and window shop was welding stainless steel windows with his bare feet.
There is some sewage accumulated in the concave areas of the cracked cement floor.
The villa group pointed to by his navigation was somewhere ahead, so he kept walking in this direction.
But after walking for more than ten minutes, he still could not find the door that could enter the villa complex.
Instead, there was a deserted construction site in front of him. He saw that the dirt hills piled up in the construction site were covered with dense weeds and shrubs.
Only then did he realize that he was going in the wrong direction.
The summer night was filled with hot air everywhere. He had been walking for a while, and the chest of the yellow shirt had become wet and turned into a dark color.
He has been in the laboratory since the afternoon and has spoken a few words.
Now, I suddenly feel like I have been abandoned by society.
The hardware stores and auto repair shops that are still open usually have a few men in sleeveless undershirts.
The subway high in the middle of the road occasionally has a car passing by, and the road between the subway and the sidewalk seems to have very few cars passing by.
As he walked back, he suddenly felt that he was alone. If two muscular men came out of these old and dirty shops and came to catch him, he would not be able to resist it.
It wasn't until he reached the road facing the subway entrance that he finally let go of his breath.
The smell of metal mixed with sewage and the smell of food that seemed to be inexplicable was finally left behind.
The navigation on the phone pointed to the road on the left again.
There are two lanes in both directions, and there are still several meters of old trees growing in the middle.
Together with the old tree next to him, the branches are crossed, almost covering the entire sidewalk and road.
After a few minutes of walking, I turned onto this road that curved to the left.
He finally saw a community name that was somewhat similar to the villa he booked.
'Jinghuayuan Gate 2',
In his eyes, it is like the community structure in the 1980s and 1990s.
Each building is a three-story villa.
Rather than being called villas, the walls of these buildings have not been renovated. The cement exterior walls have many mottled marks due to rainwater.
There are a few older men and women exercising in the slightly more open area at the door.
He felt that he suddenly gained a lot of popularity.
However, after he continued walking inside two buildings, he finally saw the house number with 7 written on it.
When we arrived at the intersection of the road extending from the door to the inside of the community and a large field of grass, a scale on a rusty iron pillar read:
9-22, 22-79.
He took another look at the hotel address he booked on the text message: 'No. 768 Jinghuayuan'.
"Is this going to last until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse?"
He couldn't stand that he had booked such a biased reservation. Maybe he was numb from walking.
The time he and Wei Jing agreed on was at 10:30 in the evening, and there was still more than half an hour left. He didn't plan to contact her in advance, so he just liked to quietly go over and give her a surprise.
Thinking of this, he chose to walk in the direction of the larger number.
There are old villas scattered on both sides of the road in the shape of leaves radiating.
Each villa is independent on the branch road where it is located, with a wall in front of it. This slightly larger road twists and turns in front, and there is only one street light at a long distance.
After walking far like this, he didn't know whether he caught a cold or was tired. He felt that his consciousness was obviously a little confused, and his steps became more and more shaky.
The only sounds in the dense bushes on both sides were insects. After walking for such a long time, he finally discovered a terrible situation: "I haven't met anyone since I turned around from that straight road." '
At this moment, when he turned around and looked back, if it weren't for the tracks of the cement road, he would have thought he was in a virgin forest.
He tried his best not to think about ghosts, but every time he saw those villas,
He also had to look at the house number above, and found that there was no light in those windows.
When he left for the main road, he was particularly worried that there would be a supernatural scene behind him, so he was stopped.
Living in the countryside since he was a child gave him many terrible fantasies about this.
He subconsciously held his breath, but the hairs on his body had already stood up unconsciously.
As long as there was an abnormal movement at this moment, he would be frightened to the point where his scalp would explode.
