Chapter 111: No. 3 Yingcai Road
"What else do you want? This is a handmade private limited edition customization! ”
"So powerful? Forget it..."
'A pair of leggings are so high-end, and the happiness of a rich man is really unimaginable for a poor man like me...'
"Then I'll go first! Thanks, Qianyu! ”
Ye Mingzhe patted his thigh.
"If you don't want to wear a down jacket anymore, I bought a few unisex ones." Hua Qianyu suggested.
"No, it's uncomfortable to wear too much and get sweaty if you exercise a little." He outright refused.
If you wear it again, you will be wrapped like a maggot, and when the time comes, your body will not be flexible, and it will be easy for you to be caught by monsters like pigs. ’
"Alright then, pay more attention to your own safety!"
"Oh!"
Ye Mingzhe came out of school, brushed a bicycle on the side of the road, and headed towards Yingcai Road.
23:29
Ye Mingzhe arrived at his destination.
In front of him was a road shrouded in darkness with no end in sight.
The broken asphalt road winds upwards, and it is a winding uphill climb.
He leaned the little blue car to the side, took off the flashlight that had been placed on the front of the car, and took a picture of it.
There is a road sign next to it.
"No. 3 Yingcai Road, Xin Ruilin Villa Community."
Before Ye Mingzhe came, he had searched for information about this community through the Internet, but there was very little useful information.
I only know that this high-end villa community is close to the high school attached to Xiuda, and the developer is taking the high-end route, so the price is very expensive, and it has been high, and most of the people who can live here are either rich or expensive.
However, with the bizarre closure of the middle school attached to the university, this villa community also seems to have been affected, and in less than half a year, all the residents here have disappeared.
I don't know if I moved away or something else.
Not only that, but because of the matter of repairing the high school attached to the university, almost the entire Yingcai Road was abandoned.
It became a forgotten place in Shura City.
Just like the Yunshang underground shopping mall on Nanxi Road, it has become an independent, silent little world that no one wants to touch.
Ye Mingzhe held a flashlight in his mouth, opened the backpack, and then took some things out.
Electric shock batons, universal lock picks, telescopic straps, glow-in-the-dark sticks, a small bag of white rice, a hanging garlic, turtle breath masks, etc.
A whole bunch of miscellaneous stuff.
He pinned the stun baton to his waist, put the white rice in his pocket, hung the garlic around his neck, and then put the backpack on his back again.
Finally, Ye Mingzhe put on a turtle breath mask, took a flashlight, and began to walk up.
The roads are potholed and have a lot of gravel.
Winding up the road, the trees on both sides have been luxuriant because no one has taken care of them for a long time, and the jagged outlines are endless, like a large black flame.
Because of the season, there are many dead branches and leaves on the road, and Ye Mingzhe steps on them from time to time, making a "click" and "click" sound.
After walking about four or five hundred meters, the gate of the community appeared in front of me.
This is a somewhat European-style gate, with a chic and luxurious shape, like a sentry station on the road.
The self-retracting fence is gone.
There is a small janitorial room on the right, and in front of the janitor room is a ceremonial platform, and the sunshade fan inserted on it has long been in tatters, and only a few rusty metal skeletons remain.
Ye Mingzhe held a flashlight and shone it into the guard's room.
There was nothing in the doorman's room except for cigarette butts and some confetti that had been around for an unknown amount of time, and the shabby drawers were wide open and empty.
It looks like this place has already been turned over. ’
Ye Mingzhe no longer paid attention to this place and walked inside.
After walking two or three hundred meters, small western-style buildings appeared, all of which were similar in shape.
Ye Mingzhe walked to the nearest villa, and there was a small door number on the courtyard wall next to the small metal door.
It has the number on it - 001.
Ye Mingzhe looked around again, and found a fallen street sign less than ten meters away next to Villa No. 1.
Lifting the door number up, he found that it was not stable at all because the base was broken, so he turned the door number over and put it on the ground.
The light of the flashlight swept around on the door number, and Ye Mingzhe memorized the distribution map of the entire villa area in his mind.
"414 is in Area F, go a little further inside, then go to the right."
He looked around as he walked inside.
The villas are all designed to be one high and one short, the tall one is the main building of the villa, with three floors, and the low one should be a garage.
The entire villa is surrounded by courtyard walls of less than one and a half meters, and most of the villas are overgrown with weeds.
In the dark night, these villas are like unique and uniform geeks, welcoming Ye Mingzhe's arrival.
Suddenly! Ye Mingzhe actually saw a coffin in front of the door of a villa!
'it! Is it so evil? ’
Not long after, there were several jars neatly placed on the courtyard wall of another villa.
Ye Mingzhe instantly thought of something... Columbarium!
He couldn't help but quicken his pace, and the more he walked inside, the stranger things appeared in these villas.
There is a villa, the whole is wrapped in vine plants, like a sealed gift box.
"Smack!"
When Ye Mingzhe passed by a villa, there was a sudden sound of things falling to the ground and shattering inside.
'It must be the wind blowing, it must be the wind blowing. ’
Ignoring it, he continued to walk inside.
In less than ten minutes, Ye Mingzhe came to the door of Villa 414.
No coffins, no jars, no vines, no sounds...
Yes, just endless darkness.
He looked at the time.
23:49
Is this the child's home? ’
The task only asked me to be here by twelve o'clock, but it didn't ask for a time to complete it, which was in my favor. ’
Tasks that are completed within a time limit can always make people feel anxious unconsciously.
Because you can't help but keep an eye on the time.
Especially for some OCDs, you may watch it dozens of times a minute.
Ye Mingzhe tried to push the small door, but it was not locked, but because no one took care of it for a long time, the entire door fence was very rusty.
The friction of the hinge part is too great, and the sound of "crunch" and "crunch" is particularly harsh in this dead night.
He gave up pushing the door and flipped straight over.
"Whew!"
There was dust over the wall, and Ye Mingzhe didn't care about it, so he swept the small front yard with a flashlight.
The potted plant in the corner has long since died, and the yard does not know what was planted before, it has been dug up, leaving only a pothole.
Ye Mingzhe walked to the window and tried to pull.
It's locked.
The inside is covered by thick curtains, and you can't see what it looks like at all.
Ye Mingzhe walked around the villa, all the windows on the first floor were locked, and all the windows of the villa were hung with thick curtains.
He guessed that the windows on the 2nd and 3rd floors should also be locked.
This villa is like a secret room. ’
Small garage next to it.
The main entrance was a thick metal door, Ye Mingzhe tried to push it, and then lifted it, but the metal door did not move at all.
There's still a bit of a scramble in this door. ’
Ye Mingzhe patted the rust slag on his hands.
In addition to the door, there is only a small ventilation port in the entire garage, and because of his lack of height, Ye Mingzhe can't see inside.
He looked around, but didn't find anything suitable for his feet.
Ye Mingzhe came to the main gate again.
He held the doorknob, and before he could screw it, with a "squeak", the door... Slowly open.
'The windows are locked, the doors are unlocked?' ’
Ye Mingzhe shined the flashlight on the door lock.
Wrong!
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