Huangliang walked forward in the direction the woman said, and the street became narrow. The original bright red window room disappeared and was replaced by gray. The sun was blocked by the houses on both sides. The snow on the ground had not been shoveled, but it was trampled in a mess, like a dirty carpet with many footprints.
The street is too narrow to be called a street. It can only be called an alley. I just don't know if this name is also popular in Amsterdam.
There was no one in the alley. The footprints on the ground were obviously left after the snow stopped last night. But Huang Liang thought it strange that so many people would come to such a place for fun after a heavy snow all night?
Finally, when an old lady passed by, Huang Liang didn't want to miss the opportunity. He went up and asked, "excuse me, madam, do you know where haicucumber street is?"
The old lady looked at Huang Liang without expression and sighed, "young man, how nice the red powder house in front is. Why go to the sea cucumber?"
Huang Liang knew she had misunderstood, but he didn't want to explain. 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, put them on, and looked at the address carefully: "1307? Haicucumber Street doesn't have a house number."
Huang Liang was stunned and didn't have a house number? How can I find it?
But he didn't give up and asked, "tell me where haicucumber street is. I'll find it myself."
The old lady said, "this is haicucumber street, from here to there -" she pointed to the narrow alley ahead, "including the alleys on both sides, but there is no house number."
Huang Liang said thank you and decided to look for it himself.
The old lady stopped him and said, "I said, young man, the girls here are almost the same. Don't be cheated by those who send small advertisements in the railway station. If her photos are beautiful and the price is ridiculously cheap, you should be careful of your wallet."
Huang Liang nodded and thanked the kind old lady again. But he thought she seemed too enthusiastic. All the people who came here were prostitutes. She should have been used to it for a long time. Did she look like a baby?
He walked forward for a while and found that there were no house numbers on both sides. When he looked back, the old lady had disappeared. I didn't know which alley he had entered.
The note clearly says 1307 haicucumber street, but why is there no house number? Isn't it this red light district? It seems that every red light district has a place called sea cucumber. However, this dark and dirty place must be outside the jurisdiction of the government. It is right to have no house number. According to this inference, it is likely that other sea cucumbers do not have house numbers.
Huang Liang wondered if he wanted to count one door by one, but he immediately denied the idea. The number of 1307 is too large. Without a house number, it is impossible for someone to count the doors of their own house.
He walked into the alleys on both sides and walked around. Probably there were no customers at the moment. Only a few doors were open. Some thin women with black eyes stood at the door, squeezed out a reluctant smile and nodded at Huang Liang.
Huangliang thinks this scene is a bit like some domestic alleys. It seems that this industry is similar all over the world. And these women look more sick. They should have taken drugs. When he was in the hospital, he met many drug addicts. They were skinny, dark skin, dull eyes and blue black around their eyes. They were similar to or even worse than those who were dying of a terminal illness.
He casually asked a woman about the house number. The woman waved her hand and scolded fuck and told him to go away without playing.
Huang Liang is sure 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 separating the numbers. Would it be a combination of 13 and 7, such as the seventh room in the 13th alley.
So he went back to the junction of haicucumber street and red powder house. From there, he began to count alley by alley. When he counted to the thirteenth, he went in.
This alley looks no different from other alleys, but there is no vampire woman standing in the semi open door.
Looking at the snow that had completely melted on the ground, Huangliang felt more and more wrong. It is reasonable to say that the middle alley passes by the most people, because all people diverted to the alley must pass through the middle alley. But there is still snow on the road of the middle alley, but there is no snow here. This shows that either someone has cleaned it here, or too many people have come to tread on the snow.
Everything indicates that it is unusual here. He may have found the right place.
He stopped when he counted to the seventh door.
There was a red cloth hanging on the door. I don't know what it was used for. The door was very clean and there was no snow at all. However, the snow accumulated about an inch thick. It was clean and nobody moved it.
Huang Liang looked up at the sky between the cracks. A white cloud crossed two buildings and moved slowly driven by the wind. He took out his mobile phone, opened the map location, saved the screenshot, and put the picture into the ghost folder. The picture was named "No. 07, Lane 13, haicucumber".
After doing this, he raised his hand and knocked at the door.
The door opened with a squeak. A wrinkled old lady's face appeared behind the door, smiled at him and said, "young man, you finally found it!"
Huang Liang was stunned. Isn't this the old lady I met just now!
The moment I stepped into the door, a tide came from the pavement, and there seemed to be a little rotten smell.
Amsterdam is really wet near the sea, but it is rarely smelled in cold and dry winter. Huang Liang almost suspected that the old lady was also an old prostitute receiving guests in haicucumber. The house was where she worked, and the ground was full of used condoms.
When he thought of this, there was a bout of acid reflux in his stomach and he almost spit it out.
At this time, the old lady's eyes just looked at him. Her eyes were cold and almost pierced his body: "young man, your reaction is not normal. Is human emotion affecting you?"
Huang Liang was startled. He remembered that the place he was coming to today was a secret base of the organization. Those who could appear here, even among the parasites, also had a certain strength and status.
"Oh, I may not be used to it for the first time," he said.
"Only human beings need to adapt," the old lady said coldly.
Huang Liang didn't know what role the old lady played in the organization. He didn't expect that his abnormal reaction immediately aroused the suspicion of the other party.
"Are you...?" he asked tentatively.
"Don't ask so many questions. I'm a doorman."
The old lady said and closed the door. The sky light was separated from the door. There was only a dark light from a pink wall lamp in the room. With the same pink light, the lights of the beautiful red pink house look warm and exotic, and here is only gloomy and mysterious.
"Did Howard bring you?" the old lady asked as she walked in.
"Yes." Huang Liang followed her numbly, "where is he?"
"At a party, of course!"
Through the outer room and into the inner room, the old lady opened a door, exposed the entrance to the basement and said, "go down from here, the party has begun."
A staircase spiraled downward, getting darker and darker, looking like a path to a deep hell.
Huang Liang didn't hesitate and went straight in.
There was a creaking sound of closing the door overhead. The old lady had turned away and probably had to meet other comrades.
The moment the entrance door closed, it was like the door of hell closed, and the passage fell into darkness.
Huang Liang suddenly remembered all kinds of legends about hell he had heard when he was a child, and the mother-in-law surnamed Meng who guarded the entrance to hell.
He touched the wall and continued to walk down. Then he heard some strange sounds from the ground, such as the cry of ghosts, the moan of women after childbirth, and the scream of being whipped