At the door of almost every house, there are one or two girls standing or sitting, all of them wearing heavy makeup and dressing up with flowers; Wearing it, it is even more exposed.

Occasionally, a few obscene and greasy middle-aged uncles sneaked into one of the shops quietly, and some of them looked at the door, looking a little embarrassed.

Song Shanmei was wearing a gray T-shirt inside, a plain brown striped velvet jacket on the outside, and the zipper was pulled high to cover her neck; He wore dark jeans and white sneakers.

His hair was tied back at the back of his head, and on top of his head, he wore a peaked cap that pulled the brim very low.

The other male classmates almost all wore T-shirts, jackets or tracksuits, as well as jeans and sneakers, as if this was their standard.

And it's no wonder that they dress monotonously. At that time, almost all the students wore it this way. It's that the color of the shirt and jacket may be changed, and it will be the same. Walking on the street, you are full of student spirit, and you can be recognized at a glance.

Those women, when they saw Song Shanmei and the three male classmates, looked at them with strange eyes.

And, some of the men passing by would also turn their heads and squint their eyes to look at the four of them.

Perhaps, it's because the four of them are dressed up too studently, right? Out of place here?

Song Shanmei regretted a little, if only they could wear "society" a little in advance, it would not be so eye-catching.

A few people walked forward in the strange eyes of others, while looking at the house numbers on the doors of the roadside shops one by one.

After walking for a while, Song Shanmei finally stopped.

In front of her, there was a rusty turquoise iron door, which was facing outward. At the head of the iron gate, there is a small door plaque that reads: No. 165 Jixiang Street.

This is it!

Song Shanmei's heart jumped with a poof. She looked inside the iron door.

Inside the iron gate, there was a staircase, unlit, dark, and it looked very peaceful.

Song Shanmei didn't rush up, but looked around again.

On the left side of the iron gate, there is a small shop selling cigarettes, alcohol and snacks, the door is very small, the lights are on, and the strip-shaped plastic curtain is hung.

The boss sat at the table at the door, smoking a cigarette and counting the money.

On the right side of the iron door, there is a barber shop, at the door of the barber shop, the color stripe lights are constantly rotating, but the glass is also pasted with cellophane, but it is not colored, but colorless, only through the lines, so that the original transparent glass has become frosted, and it is impossible to see the situation inside.

On the glass, there are only words such as "haircut" and "hair washing". It's different from the shops I've seen along the way.

At the door, there was no leaning on the door, sitting on a little girl wearing revealing heavy makeup, but a few pots of pothos, which looked much fresher than others, and looked like a regular barber shop.

Song Shanmei was relieved a lot.

"This is it." She said, lifting her foot, and walked into the big iron gate.

Several boys followed her, and someone shouted, "Shanmei, you go in the middle, I'll go in front!" With that, he pulled Song Shanmei and walked to the front by himself.

Song Shanmei didn't pay attention.

Her attention was all focused on her surroundings.

That building is a very old house. The walls inside the corridor have turned old yellow. Cracks were cracked in many places, and the skin of the walls peeled off from above, revealing the gray color inside.

There are many places on the walls, as well as footprints.

And then there are some of them, rubbed against something, leaving traces, one by one, and they are pitch black.

Walking up, Song Shanmei's feet paused.

She saw a few drops of black paint on the stairs, as if they were dripping soy sauce.

Song Shanmei stopped, squatted on the ground, stretched out her hand, and touched the few drops of black things.

That thing, it's blood!

It's dried blood!

Song Shanmei looked up. Above, it has reached the platform on the second floor. On the concrete floor, there was no further bloodstain.

What's going on?

Did something happen, or was it just that someone had a nosebleed?

"Shanmei, is this the case?" A boy asked.

Song Shanmei raised her head and saw a big iron gate in the corridor on the second floor. Outside the big iron gate, there is also an anti-theft net sliding door.

Song Shanmei looked at it again. The entire second floor, there is only such a door, and it must be here.

And, according to the structure, the small shop and barber shop downstairs should also belong to this building.

In other words, the floor area of this building is quite large. There are at least five or six rooms. But, on the second floor, why is there only one security door?

Moreover, this is just a private house, why do you have three floors inside and three floors outside, so tightly protected?

Usually, the entrance to such a house is just an ordinary wooden door, and it is not locked; Inside is a hall, which is shared, and there are several single rooms, or suites, which are usually rented out separately.

In other words, a flat like this should be inhabited by at least five or six households.

However, at the moment, it doesn't look like it's being rented out separately.

If it is rented as a whole, then who will have the financial resources to rent an entire floor? Since you are so rich, why not rent it in a community with a good environment and no noise?

If it is not rented, then the woman is the landlord, then they must have a large family, probably living with their parents-in-law, or even brother-in-law or sister-in-law.

If it's the latter, there should be nothing to worry about. If Wu Junbi really came here, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

But what if it's the former?

What did the woman do when she rented such a big place?

Song Shanmei raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The force was too small, and when it hit the anti-theft sliding door, it didn't make much noise at all.

A boy clenched his fists and smashed it hard, smashing it while shouting: "Is there anyone, open the door!" ”

After about a dozen blows, the iron door finally opened, and a face was revealed through the security door.

Song Shanmei saw that the woman was the younger of the two women, "sister".

"Knock on what, so loud, it's noisy!" The woman frowned and scolded and said, "Isn't there a doorbell next to it, don't you know how to ring the doorbell, are ......you blind?"

Seeing that it was three boys, the expression on the woman's face froze, and she smiled, and asked while clicking open the security door, "...... you?"

Before the words were finished, the woman's gaze jumped over the three boys, and finally landed on Song Shanmei, stunned for a moment.

"Is that you?" The woman squinted her eyes and glared at Song Shanmei, looking unfriendly, "What are you doing here?!" ”

So saying, he locked the door.