On August 15, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the express company has a day off.

Shen Jiming also accompanied his mother and aunt in the hospital for most of the day, and also called and texted his father and relatives and friends who were alone in his hometown.

After half a month of treatment and recuperation, my mother's physical condition has improved a lot, although there is still no news, but after continuous dialysis, after the toxins in the body are discharged, the face and body have basically returned to the appearance of a normal person.

Liu Yuqin was lying on the hospital bed, watching Shen Jiming and his sister Liu Yulian eating moon cakes and chatting, but she couldn't help but secretly wipe her tears, and the treatment fee of seven or eight hundred yuan a day made her feel like a mountain in her heart.

"Mom, why are you crying again?" Shen Jiming was a little speechless.

"Sister, how many times have you said that if you don't listen, you will be fine crying? If you want to open a little, now Ming Wazi has the ability to make money, can let you be hospitalized to see a doctor, this is a blessing, the high carpenter in our village you know, a few years younger than you, died of liver cancer last year, his son and daughter live in the town and the city, and also do business and open shops, every time I go back to drive a car of more than 100,000 yuan to show off, but when he died, the high carpenter did not see their filial piety of a penny, let alone hospitalization, he lay in the hospital for three months, a son and a daughter were stunned and only saw him once, and the second time he went directly to the hospital to pull him to the crematorium, and the funeral did not stop for a day before he was buried, that is called desolation, there is such a good son as Ming Wazi, you should smile every dayLiu Yulian couldn't help but start counting down her sister again.

As a rural person, the way of persuading people is also very direct, but the words are not rough, Liu Yuqin can only wipe away her tears and pretend to be smiling, and start talking and laughing with her son and sister.

I stayed in the hospital until more than ten o'clock in the evening, accompanied my mother and aunt to dinner, and after the doctor checked the room, Shen Jiming left the hospital with this backpack on his back and took a taxi to Huangcheng Street.

Tianfu Square, a landmark location in the center of Yizhou.

Because of the large-scale construction of the subway in recent years, the No. 1 and No. 2 subways that run through the main urban area of Yizhou in a cross shape intersect here, so the flow of people in Tianfu Square is quite large, and it is very prosperous and lively.

This is the beginning of the city's nightlife, so the square is full of people.

Huangcheng Street is just near Tianfu Square, and the location of every inch of land is gold, plus it is a famous antique street, both sides are high-end clubs, and the bright lights are even more brilliant at night.

Shen Jiming walked forward along the bustling flow of people, constantly looking at the house numbers on both sides of the street, but he didn't see No. 50 Huangcheng Street all the way to the end, and he didn't see a signboard called Yinyue Club at all.

Shen Jiming walked back and forth on the street for two or three times, and asked several people, including the staff who opened a bar on the street, who didn't know about the Silver Moon Club, and one of them directly told him that there was no No. 50 on this street at all, and the house number was only over at No. 49.

Shen Jiming was directly stunned after hearing this.

Could it be that the address on that card doesn't refer to Huangcheng Street in Yizhou?

Shen Jiming began to have some doubts in his heart.

After all, the Chinese civilization has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are dozens of cities that have been the capital, not to mention dozens in China, and almost every ancient city has a street called Huangcheng Street.

But Shen Jiming still didn't want to give up, he came here, and he still had to look for it, maybe this house number was the previous number, because he also heard a middle-aged man say that Huangcheng Street had been overhauled several times, and the house number had been adjusted several times.

Standing at the gate of No. 49 again, Shen Jiming checked back and forth several times, and found that this was indeed the end of Huangcheng Street, and in front of it was Huangchenggen Street, but he found that there was a narrow alley next to No. 49 that was only one meter wide, and there was not even a lamp in it.

Although Shen Jiming absolutely believed that No. 50 would not be inside, he still couldn't help but sneak in.

The ground is all broken stones, with the light of the mobile phone, one foot high and one foot low walked more than ten meters away, and then turned a corner, the front of the eyes suddenly became open, an antique courtyard appeared in front, there seemed to be a door not far away, and there was a dim light emitted.

Shen Jiming walked to the position of the light nervously, and then he saw that there was a courtyard wall almost three meters high, all of which were made of ancient blue bricks, a small door with cornices, and two lanterns hung at the door, flickering slightly in the dark night.

The small door was ajar, and a bronze number was nailed to the doorpost, and sure enough, it read 50.

Nima, sure enough, it's hidden deep enough.

Shen Jiming was slandered, this house is obviously no longer on Huangcheng Street, and there is only a house number but no street name, and according to the age and style of this courtyard, the owner of this Yinyue Club must have a great background, otherwise there will definitely not be such a simple and elegant single-family courtyard in this golden area where every inch of land is valuable.

A big man with such strength, I don't know if I will be beaten out by a random stick if I rush in, this is a private courtyard!

Standing at the door and looking left and right for a long time, Shen Jiming cautiously pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

"Crunch~"

The ancient wooden door made a clear and pleasant sound in the dark night, but before Shen Jiming could see clearly, he heard a deep voice coming from the side: "Please show your invitation card!"

Shen Jiming couldn't help but shudder, and only then could he see clearly through the dim light that there were two big men in black suits standing inside the door, and one of them stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Right away, wait a minute!" Shen Jiming opened his backpack and took out the black wallet, took out the black gold metal card from it and handed it over, "Is this it?"

The big man in black took it and gave it back to him, nodded and said, "Please go straight inside, the time is two hours!"

"Okay, thank you!" Shen Jiming breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked inside.

These two guys are just janitors, and it seems that they will have to find their manager in charge to find out who the owner of the card is.

There is a very quaint and old blue brick house in the courtyard, and there is a smoky wooden plaque hanging on the door of the house, on which are written the four quaint seal characters of the Silver Moon Club.

Finally found it, Shen Jiming breathed a sigh of relief and walked in, and found that there were some simple old furniture and seats inside, but there was no one.

"Anyone?"

Shen Jiming knocked lightly on the wooden door a few times, but after waiting for a few minutes, no one came out to greet him, so he had to carefully walk in and pass through a small door, only to find that there was a passage down the room, the ancient stone paved steps went down, and there were several ancient bronze oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides, the dim light flickered and swayed, Shen Jiming felt chills all over his body for no reason, and he made a few swings one after another.

Nima drops a leg!

Shen Jiming stood at the top of the stairs and hesitated for a long time before going down.