"73 Parkway Street? Young man, are you going here? The driver looked at the address on the note, feeling very surprised, and glanced at Zhao Xin with a strange look.

Zhao Xin looked at the driver and asked with a faint expression, "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong with this place? ”

The driver shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's fine, it's just that this place is almost like a ruin, Parkway Street was abandoned more than forty years ago, so ah, you can imagine what kind of place it is." What are you going to do in this place? ”

"Nothing, just going to find someone."

"I can take you there, but the road to here is more difficult to walk, and you need to add money."

"Yes."

Parkway Street is indeed a very old street, and it is said that this street has existed since the Republic of China. Even, more than 40 years ago, it was a very lively street.

It is stored outside the Xicheng District of Lengjiang City, and more than 40 years ago, Lengjiang City was not the same as the current Lengjiang City.

Today's Lengjiang City is the Lengjiang City after the new urban planning and construction, and more than 40 years ago, the old Lengjiang City was almost centered on the Parkway Street.

It was only because of a series of events that happened later that the street was spurned by 10,000 people, and later the new urban planning deliberately set it aside. Therefore, it is now equivalent to zài in the wilderness.

On the way to Parkway Street, the driver of the car occasionally talked about it, and Zhao Xin was surprised to hear it, so he asked: "Why is that street spurned by 10,000 people?" ”

The driver, who was only in his thirties, shook his head and said, "That was more than 40 years ago, and I don't know very well, I heard some old people say that there were some dirty things that were not human and strange on Parkway Street, and those dirty things killed many people." Later, after the incident broke out, Parkway Street went through a round of sweeping, and it turned out that I don't know what was found, anyway, Parkway Street has been abandoned since then. ”

"Dirty things that can kill people? What kind of dirty stuff? Zhao Xin continued to ask.

The driver's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately shushed and said, "Forget it, let's not mention this kind of unlucky topic, young man, although I don't know who you are going to find on Parkway Street, but I remind you, don't stay in that place for too long, that place is really evil." ”

"Well, thanks for the reminder." Zhao Xin replied casually.

About an hour later, the taxi entered the suburban wilderness and stopped in a wide square.

The driver pointed to the rows of ruined buildings in front of him and said, "See?" That's Parkway Street, which was abandoned more than 40 years ago, and I've heard some old people say that this place was still very lively 40 or 50 years ago. ”

Zhao Xin opened the car door and glanced at the dilapidated buildings, although there were scenes of decay and decay everywhere, it was not difficult to see the prosperity of this place in the past.

After giving the fare, the driver made a turn on the spot and kindly asked Zhao Xin how long he wanted to stay here, if he only stayed for ten or twenty minutes, he could wait.

Zhao Xin kindly rejected him, waved goodbye, and walked alone towards the decadent street.

This place has been abandoned for more than forty years, full of thatched grass, and the houses on both sides of the street are black and hollow, and every one of them is permeated with a strange atmosphere.

As soon as he walked a hundred steps, Zhao Xin felt that the temperature here had suddenly dropped a few points, and there was a faint chill down his spine, and he suddenly looked back, but he couldn't see anything.

The surroundings are so quiet that you can hear the pins falling, and it is precisely this quietness that makes people feel a kind of involuntary panic.

"73 Parkway Street, which one is it?"

The decaying old streets have no house signs, some are just scattered streets, gloomy alleys, and the bad-colored billboards that can no longer tell what color they originally were.

Standing at the mouth of an alley, Zhao Xin instinctively felt that he was like a lamb on the grassland that had broken away from the ethnic group, facing a crisis on all sides. This feeling can make people's souls throb.

Suddenly, he looked into the depths of a dark alley and saw a miserable white tattered pennant waving in the wind.

There were five big characters on the pennant, which could be vaguely identified as "Xinchang No. 73!" ”

"Is that it?"

Zhao Xin slowly approached, and several old crows suddenly flew out of the abandoned houses nearby, making him tremble and sweat coldly.

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly laughed at himself: "I'm a person who wants to die, and I'm still afraid when it comes to the end?" It's ridiculous. ”

After laughing, he plucked up his courage and walked into the dark alley, until he reached the door of No. 73 Xinchang.

Unlike the other facades, the door of Xinchang No. 73 is closed, and some old-fashioned advertising stickers are pasted on the door, which shows that this so-called "Xinchang No. 73" was originally a paint workshop.

"Knock~~"

After knocking on the door twice, Zhao Xin asked, "Is there anyone?" ”

There was silence in the room, and there was no response. When Zhao Xin knocked on the door for the second time, the gate on the left side of Xinchang No. 73 suddenly toppled directly.

"Bang!"

The door panel smashed to the ground, and a few black crows appeared, screaming.

Zhao Xin's heart was cold, and his eyes were full of caution.

Suddenly, a pitch-black figure poked its head out of the 73rd Xinchang.

The man's face was full of wrinkles, his beard was half white, and his eyes were one black and the other white. The white eyes were obviously blind, and the only black eyes left, cold and restrained, were as alert as a poisonous snake.

"Who are you?" The mysterious old man suddenly spoke, and his voice was like a bell. While asking, he frowned like cracked bark and stared at Zhao Xin up and down.

Zhao Xin swallowed his saliva vigorously, a little afraid to approach the old man, but just showed the note in his hand and said, "I...... I am the son of Zhao Yilun. ”

The old man's white eyes turned around, stared at the note, and sneered: "Zhao Yilun's son? He asked you to come to me, isn't he already at the end of the road? ”

Zhao Xin shook his head, only to feel inexplicable, and he didn't understand the meaning.

The old man nodded, as if he had expected something, and waved his hand and said, "Since you are here, don't stand outside, come in." ”

Zhao Xin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and with the thought of death in his heart, his courage increased greatly, and after a little thought, he followed the old man in.

The old man led the way, suddenly turned on a flashlight, turned back to Zhao Xin and said, "Help me close the door." ”

Zhao Xin followed his words, lifted the door panel, and then erected it, covering the door of the store tightly.

Immediately, the old man continued to lead the way, entered a compartment, and drew a few planks from the ground, revealing a swarthy tunnel.

The tunnel does not know its depth, and in the darkness, there are occasionally a few wisps of blue light blooming, which is both gorgeous and bewitching.