She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, still standing under the dim street lamp, waiting to comfort the next lonely person.

Seeing her again meant that the strange man from yesterday had not hurt her, and I breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and watched her silently across the road.

After a cigarette, I twisted the cigarette butt out, and during this time, two lonely men invited her to spend the Spring Festival together, but she refused. I don't know why she turned those people down.

I shook my head, the not very wide road between us seemed to be a chasm, separating me and her in two worlds, I was not greedy, as long as I could see her a few more times a day, I was already content, and there was no other thought of anything further.

Everyone was young, everyone had indescribable fantasy objects, and I was a young man at the time, and I didn't care what the object of my vision did, I just wanted to see her.

After a momentary pause, I reluctantly withdrew my gaze and walked towards the Mexican neighborhood.

The Mexican neighborhood is one of the most chaotic outside of the black quarter, the entire neighborhood is under the control of the Mayan gang, and the neighborhood is full of drugs, sex and violence.

Fang Tao told me that if you want to live there, you must lock the door before going to bed at night, otherwise when you wake up, you are likely to find that you have lost your kidney or some other organ in your body for some reason

Organ scalping sounds scary, but I'm not worried about it. If that blind fellow dares to provoke me, then I will give him a taste of the wrath of the East.

According to the address given to me by Fang Tao, I successfully found this notorious violent neighborhood. I don't really want to live here if possible, but my current financial situation doesn't allow me to have any other options.

It's past ten o'clock at night, and the whole neighborhood is eerily quiet, with colorful graffiti on the walls, broken fences, garbage everywhere, and most of the street lamps are broken.

There was not even a ghost in sight on the street, only a police car driving slowly on the deserted street from time to time. During this time, the patrol officer stopped the car and asked me what I was doing here, but when he only knew that I was from Huaxia, he smiled and let me go, pointing to a three-story apartment and telling me that it was the cheapest apartment in the whole block.

I thought he was a good police officer who was very kind, and he just followed his advice and let the troubles come one after another after I moved into that three-story apartment, but that's all for later.

This is a three-story apartment, the main building of the whole building is made of red brick, at a glance I know that the age is very old, I pushed open the door of the apartment and walked in, the corridor is very dark, there is a room in the hall on the first floor, a very small window with a piece of printing paper on it, on which the words of the administrator's office are written in English.

With curtains drawn on the windows, I guess the apartment manager is sleeping, right? Although I didn't want to wake him, I had no other way at the moment, so I knocked on the window, and a moment later the lights in the room came on and the small window was pulled open.

A Mexican woman in her 60s impatiently opened the window, looked at me and asked, "You want to rent an apartment, right?" ”

I nodded, and the Mexican aunt said, "You came just in time, you just poured out a vacant room today, four hundred dollars a month, if you live, you can pay for it." ”

"Why don't you show me the room?" I was slightly stunned, how can anyone rent a house without looking at the house first? But $400 is very cheap, on average only $14 a day, which is much cheaper than staying in a motel.

"You still have to look at the house for such a cheap rent? Get out if you don't rent. "The Mexican aunt looks bad-tempered.

"Okay, I'll rent." I took out 400 dollars and handed it to my Mexican aunt, who took it and counted it carefully, then threw me a key.

"The innermost room on the right on the third floor." The Mexican aunt closed the window with a bang.

I said in my heart that the Mexican aunt is menopause, why is her temper so bad? I shook my head and took my key and headed to the third floor.

The first thing I feel about this apartment is that it is broken, very broken, even the stairs are old-fashioned wooden structures, and there will be creaking sounds when you step on it, and secondly, the soundproofing of the room is really poor, the corridor is full of all kinds of sounds, quarrels, children's crying, the sound of televisions, and indescribable gasps, God knows who lives in it.

But who makes the rent cheap here? Coming to the innermost room on the third floor by the stairs, the number on the door is 310, it seems that there are ten rooms in the entire third floor, doesn't that mean that there are at least thirty rooms in the entire three-story apartment, no wonder so many people are so noisy.

I was dumbfounded after taking the key and opening the room, I checked several times, can I live here?

The area of the room is not large, it is more than 20 square meters, in this space of more than 20 square meters, including the bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedroom, in fact, I am not picky about the place where I live, as long as I can sleep, I am content, but I can't help but want to complain that it is a person who lived here before?

The table and bed on the floor were full of cans and household garbage, there was an extremely unpleasant musty smell in the house, and the bedding on the double bed was black and shiny, which should have been left by the previous tenant, and there were still many things in the house that had not been taken away, and I don't know if the previous tenant fled or what happened, most of the things were left.

Your uncle's house is really uninhabitable if it is not cleaned up properly, so I quickly opened the window to let in fresh air, otherwise I am really afraid of being smoked to death.

I found a few black garbage bags and started to clean up the garbage in the house, the previous tenant was definitely an alcoholic, most of the garbage in the house was cans, if I were in China I might find a recycling station to sell these cans, but in the United States these cans are worthless.

In the process of tidying up the house, I found several things, one of which was a used syringe, and the sight of the syringe immediately reminded me of intravenous injections, and the previous tenant was most likely an addict.

In addition to the syringes, I also found a lot of women's clothes in the cupboard, and from this I can tell that there were once two people living in this room, a man and a woman.

And I also found little leather whips and toys on the bed, and I stuffed them all into the garbage bag with just one look.

In this way, it took me more than two hours to clean up the house, and I sorted out three bags of garbage, which I threw directly into the trash can downstairs, and when I returned to the house again, my mood suddenly felt much better, which is like a place for people to live.

I'll take the time to buy a set of bedding and daily necessities tomorrow, and it seems that I can only sleep on the mattress tonight.