It's a very old residential area, built in the style of the flat square buildings of the 80s of the last century, with mottled and peeling exterior walls, surrounded by weeds, and it looks like not many people live in it anymore.

"Ershao, according to the call, this is the location."

"No one ran out, did they?" Ye Wencheng looked up at the building in front of him, the sporadic lights were faintly on, and most of the windows were pitch black.

"No, don't worry. The brothers stayed here all the time, and not even a fly could fly out. ”

"There's no movement over there in Qiushui Hutong?"

"Second Shao, our people have investigated, and everything is normal over there."

Ye Wencheng's eyes were faint, and he raised his chin: "Let's go, lead the way ahead, I'll see which uncle gave me face like this, and he has been taking care of me so much during this time." ”

The stairwell of the old building was greasy and dirty, and the corners were littered with tattered debris and smelled of damp decay, and the group went up to the third floor and stood in front of a door with an old-fashioned lock.

Ye Wencheng did not shy away from it, and raised his hand to buckle it three times on the dirty door panel.

Unexpectedly, the people inside quickly opened the door.

The face that appeared behind the door was very unfamiliar, and Ye Wencheng was slightly stunned.

"Who are you looking for?" It was a middle-aged woman, with silver hair mixed with silver strands, a loose face, and droopy bags under her eyes.

"You don't know me?" Ye Wencheng asked straight to the point.

The woman rolled her not-so-bright eyes to look at him for a while, and shook her head: "I don't know, you're looking for the wrong door." ”

Anyway, she was about to close the door, but Ye Wencheng blocked the door panel.

"Okay, stop acting, you're already exposed."

The woman raised her voice a little, "What do you want to do?" I'm a resident of this place, and I don't have anything of value at home! ”

"Tsk, this stuffing has fallen to the ground......" Ye Wencheng shook his head, "Don't resist, it's useless anyway, do you get out of the way by yourself, or do we knock the door open?" ”

Suddenly, there was a trace of resentment in the woman's eyes, and then she slammed into Ye Wencheng's façade.

The people next to him were shocked, but Ye Wencheng raised it as if he had expected it a long time ago, and kicked the door open.

The door panel fell to the ground with a bang, and a puff of dust filled the floor, and white ash fell on the roof.

"I have always respected women, no matter how old they are or what their appearance is," Ye Wencheng stepped into the room, condescendingly looking at the woman who fell to the ground and kept coughing up blood, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, "But it's a different matter for women who want to pull others into the water for their own crimes." ”

After that, he tilted his head towards the inner room and said to his subordinates: "Go in and get people out." ”

His men rushed into the back room, and in a few moments a man came out of it, looking dirty and dying. Ye Wencheng walked up to the man, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and the man's lips moved, as if he was thinking about something. This man is Huo Zhen, the independent musician who once wrote a single for Ye Wencheng.

"Feed him some water, move to the car first, and this woman will bring it with you."

"Yes, Ershao."

Ye Wencheng squatted down in front of Nurao, looked at her face, and said softly: "Sister Wanning, do you really not remember me?" I'm Wen, Lan Wan's younger brother. ”

The two words "Lan Wan" were like a spell, making the woman's almost pale face suddenly bleed, and her pupils contracted in horror, staring at Ye Wencheng tightly.

"Look, don't you just remember this......" Ye Wencheng smiled lowly, his voice was almost gentle, "Long time no see, Qiu Wanning." ”