Chapter 129 Night Exploration
"I'm going to die, where are you holding me..."
Listening to the faint laughter behind him, Aylin shook his head silently.
Then he quickened his pace and walked to Doug who was standing at the school gate. Looking at the backpack the little fat man was carrying, Aylin said in slight surprise: "School isn't over yet, big dog, why did you put the backpack on your back?" Oh, what, are you trying to skip class this afternoon? Aren't you afraid that your mother will come over and beat you with a feather duster? "
When the fat man Doug heard this, he rolled his eyes: "What are you looking at? Didn't you see the leave request note in my hand?"
As he spoke, the little fat man's mood suddenly became depressed, and he said with somewhat gloomy eyes: "My uncle was found dead on 13th Street this morning. My mother called me at noon and asked me to take a few days off to help with the arrangements. I’m sorry for my uncle’s funeral. After all, my grandparents have passed away a long time ago. In terms of relationship, our family is my uncle’s closest relative.”
"Sorry, big dog! My condolences..."
After saying his condolences, Ailin was suddenly stunned.
It's 13th Street again. Could it be that Uncle Big Dog's death is also related to the so-called dirty guy on 13th Street?
Without waiting for Aylin to express his doubts.
Little Fatty Doug was the first to speak up and asked: "Okay, don't be sorry. I have heard enough of this word today. Let's change the topic. Why don't you talk about how far you and Goddess Gwen have come? ! To be honest, in all the time I’ve been at school, I’ve never seen Goddess Gwen get into that boy’s car.”
"Also, where did that naughty sports car of yours come from? It couldn't have been rented!"
Seeing that Doug was unwilling to say more about this matter, and seeing that this guy was one of the few friends he could talk to, Aylin gave up his desire to obtain more detailed information from Doug. .
Anyway, when the time comes, I will be able to find out this information by just going to 13th Street.
After thinking about this, Aylin said to the little fat man: "Gwen and I are just ordinary friends."
"real?"
"Of course? Gwen is the school beauty of Zhongcheng High School. If you chased such a beautiful girl, would you hide it?"
Hearing this, the little fat man subconsciously replied: "Of course not. If I can catch such a beautiful girl, I will definitely announce it to the whole world."
Aylin shrugged: "That's it. What if there really is something between me and Gwen? Would I deny it..."
"That seems to be the case?"
The little fat man looked at Aylin, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with his words.
Aylin and the little fat man hadn't been chatting for long when a yellow taxi stopped in front of them.
After saying "See you next time" to Aylin, little fat guy Doug got into the taxi and disappeared in front of Aylin.
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After nightfall.
Aylin walked through several blocks, bypassing the brightly lit low-rise buildings, and came to what Doug called 13th Street.
As the street with the worst location and the smallest number of residents in Chinatown, 13th Street is much more dilapidated than Aylin imagined.
Whether it is the faintly visible abandoned factories on the street, the few shops still open on both sides of the street, or the slightly depressed streets, they all form a sharp contrast with the other lively neighborhoods in Chinatown.
certainly.
Aylin, who has never been here before, is not sure whether these are the effects of the dirty thing in the rumors on 13th Street, or whether it is just that depressed.
I don't know if the rumor of suffocation that can kill someone is too scary, or what.
On 13th Street at night, there were very few pedestrians on the street.
And everyone was in a hurry, as if there was some terrifying existence chasing them behind them.
Only in the streets and alleys, there are still some bold young people gathering together with nothing to do.
Some of them had cigarettes in their mouths, some were holding bottles of wine, some were in groups, or squatting alone on dark street corners. Every time a new face appeared, countless empty eyes stared at it.
His eyes scanned the surroundings and found no one else.
Aylin walked towards the group of guys closest to him
When Aylin walked towards the group of people, they were gathering to drink and chat, and they also saw Aylin.
Two of them, Huang Mao, who were holding wine bottles in their hands, saw Ai Lin walking towards the alley and seemed to want to cross the alley. They looked at each other and said nothing, but their eyes flickered. Different lights.
After Aylin actually walked into the alley, they observed them for a while, then slowly stood up and walked towards Aylin.
Looking at the two yellow men walking towards each other who seemed to have evil intentions, Aylin showed a smile on his face. He looked at the two of them and said, "I want to ask you something. I heard that there have been some strange things happening on 13th Street recently. You guys?" Do you know the details? ”
"For example... the person who died today?"
When these two people saw Ai Lin, they were not scared away and even dared to ask them about things.
Their eyes lit up, and a strange smile appeared on their faces, and then they walked closer and closer to Aylin. After approaching a certain distance, they suddenly stretched their hands to their lower backs, and then moved towards Aylin said with a cruel smile: "Want to ask a question? That's fine. As long as you, a pretty boy, can satisfy us two, I can tell you whatever you want to ask."
Just when the two yellow-haired men were about to pull out the folding knives from their waists, Ailin quickly pulled out a silenced pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the wrist of the man in front of him.
"Puff!"
The sudden gunshot frightened the yellow-haired man behind him.
Suddenly, the mind that was slightly paralyzed by alcohol instantly sobered up.
Seeing his companion who dropped the folding knife on the ground with a "swaying" sound and screamed like a pig being slaughtered on the ground while holding his wrist, before the yellow-haired man could fully react, Ailin held the gun steadily in his hand, without even looking at the man lying on the ground holding his wrist, but steadily moving the muzzle horizontally and pointing it at...his own face.
When the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head.
The yellow-haired gangster's face turned pale with fear, and even his pants gradually became wet.
"Now, can you answer my question properly?"
"Of course..."
"Then tell me what the legendary dirty thing on 13th Street is?"
The uninjured man's legs trembled, and he answered Ailin with a sad face: "Brother... We really don't know!"
"Don't you think about it carefully..."
When the man pointed at by the gun was about to cry, he seemed to suddenly think of something, pointing to a building in the distance and said: "I remember..."
(I drove for six or seven hours today and just got back to my residence. I'll write a chapter first. I'll try to make up for the ones I owe on the weekend.)
