Huang Liang walked forward in the direction the woman had said, the street became narrow, the bright red window houses were gone, replaced by a gray one, the sunlight was blocked by the houses on both sides, the snow on the ground was not shoveled, but it was trampled on seven dirty carpets with many footprints.

The streets are so narrow that they can't be called streets, they can only be called alleys, but I don't know if this is also popular in Amsterdam.

There was no one in the alley, and the footprints on the ground were apparently from last night's snow stopped. But Huang Liang thought it was strange, it snowed heavily overnight, and so many people really came to this kind of place to have fun?

Finally waiting for an old lady to pass by, Huang Liang didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he greeted him and asked, "I'm sorry, ma'am, do you know where Sea Cucumber Street is?" ”

The old lady glanced at Huang Liang expressionlessly, and sighed: "Young man, how good is the red powder house in front, why do you want to go to sea cucumbers?" ”

Huang Liang knew that she had misunderstood, but he didn't want to explain, so he took out a note and said, "I want to find this address." ”

The old lady took the note, took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and put them on, and carefully looked at the address: "1307?" Sea Cucumber Street doesn't have a house number. ”

Huang Liang was stunned, no house number? So how to find it?

But he didn't give up, and asked, "Tell me where the cucumber street is, and I'll find it myself." ”

"This is the street of cucumbers," said the old lady, "and from here to there—" she pointed to the narrow alleys ahead, "and there are alleys on both sides, but there are no house numbers." ”

Huang Liang said thank you, and planned to look for it himself.

The old lady stopped him again and said, "I say, young man, the girls here are pretty much the same, don't be deceived by the little advertisements at the train station, if her pictures are beautiful and the prices are ridiculously cheap, then you should be careful with your wallet." ”

Huang Liang nodded and thanked the kind old lady again. It's just that he thinks she seems to be overzealous, and all the people who come here are prostitutes, she should have been used to it for a long time, could it be that she looks like a chick?

He walked a little further, and found that there were indeed no house numbers on either side, and when he turned back, the old lady was gone, and he did not know from which alley he had entered.

The note clearly says 1307 Sea Cucumber Street, but why is there no house number? Isn't it this red-light district? Listening to what the homeless man just meant, it seems that every red light district has a place called sea cucumber. However, this kind of dark and dirty place must be outside the jurisdiction of the government, and it is only right that there is no house number. Based on this, it is likely that other sea cucumbers do not have house numbers.

Huang Liang wondered if he wanted to count them door by door, but immediately rejected the idea. The number 1307 is too big, and in the absence of a house number, it is impossible for someone to deliberately count the number of doors in their own house.

He walked into the alleys on either side, probably not many customers at this time, only a few doors were open, and some thin women with dark circles under their eyes stood in the doorway, squeezing out a reluctant smile and nodding at Huang Liang.

Huang Liang feels that this scene is a bit similar to some small alleys in China, and it seems that this industry is similar to the whole world. And these women look more morbid and should have taken drugs. When he was in the hospital, he saw many addicts, skinny, dark-skinned, blank eyes, and blue-black circles around their eyes, similar to those of terminally ill and dying patients, or even worse.

He casually asked a woman about the house number, and the woman waved her hand and scolded FUCK, telling him to get out if he didn't play.

Huang Liang is convinced that there is no house number here, so this number may not be the house number, but something else. He looked at the note for a long time, and finally thought of whether it would be a combination of 13 and 7, such as the seventh room in the thirteenth alley.

So he went back to the junction of the Cucumber Street and the Red Pink House, and from there he counted alley by alley, and when he counted the thirteenth, he got in.

The alley looked like no different from the others, except that there were no vampire-like women standing in the half-open doors.

Looking at the snow on the ground, which had completely melted, the more Huang Liang thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. It stands to reason that the middle alley has the most people passing through, because all the people who divert into the small alley have to pass through the middle alley. But there is still snow on the road in the middle alley, but there is no snow here, which means that either someone has cleaned it here, or there are too many people who have stepped on the snow clean.

Everything indicated that this place was unusual, and that he might have found the right place.

He stopped as he counted the seventh door.

There was a red cloth hanging on the door, I don't know what it was for, the door was very clean, there was no snow at all, but before that, the snow had accumulated about an inch thick, neat and clean, and no one had touched it.

Huang Liang looked up at the sky in the crack, and a white cloud crossed the two buildings, moving slowly under the impetus of the wind. He took out his mobile phone, opened the map positioning, then took a screenshot to save, and put the picture into the Ghost folder, and the picture was named "No. 07, Lane 13, Sea Cucumber".

After doing this, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and the face of a wrinkled old lady appeared behind the door, and smiled at him: "Young man, you have finally found it!" ”

Huang Liang was stunned, isn't this the old lady he met just now!

The moment I stepped through the door, a damp smell came over the store, and there seemed to be a little rotten smell.

Amsterdam is by the sea, so it's humid, but it's rare to smell it in the cold, dry winters. Huang Liang almost suspected that the old lady was also an old prostitute who was picking up customers in the sea cucumber, and the house was where she worked, and the floor was littered with used condoms.

When he thought of this, he had a burst of acid reflux in his stomach and almost threw up.

At this time, the old lady's eyes happened to look at him, her gaze was cold, almost piercing his body: "Young man, your reaction is not normal, is it that human emotions have affected you?" ”

Huang Liang was startled, and then remembered that the place he was coming to today was a secret base of the organization, and those who could appear here, even among the parasites, had a certain strength and status.

"Oh, it's my first time here, and I probably don't fit in." He said.

"Only humans need to adapt." The old lady said coldly.

Huang Liang didn't know what role this old lady was in the organization, and he didn't expect that his little abnormal reaction immediately aroused the suspicion of the other party.

"May I ask ...... you?" He asked tentatively.

"Don't ask so much, I'm just a janitor."

The old lady slammed the door shut, and the light was cut off, and the room was filled with only the dim glow of a pink wall lamp. The same pink lamps, the lights of the beautiful pink houses are warm and exotic, while here there is only gloomy and mysterious.

"You brought it with Howard, right?" The old lady asked as she walked inside.

"Yes." Huang Liang numbly followed behind her, "Where is he?" ”

"At a party, of course!"

Passing through the outer room and into the inner room, the old lady opened a door revealing the entrance to the basement and said, "Go down from here, the party has begun." ”

A staircase spirals and winds downward, getting darker and darker, looking like a gateway to a deep hell.

Huang Liang did not hesitate and walked in directly.

Overhead, there was a creaking sound of the door closing, and the old lady had already turned away, probably going to greet the other comrades.

The moment the entrance door closed, it was as if the gates of hell were closed, and the passage was plunged into darkness.

Huang Liang suddenly remembered all the legends about Hell that he had heard when he was a child, and the mother-in-law surnamed Meng who was guarding the entrance to Hell.

He felt the wall and went on, and then he heard some strange noises coming from the ground, like the cry of a ghost, like the groan of a woman after giving birth, like the screams of a flogging...... 8)