At twenty-three o'clock at night, a red convertible sports car drove into Huangni Alley. Four young men were sitting in the car, and each of them looked very excited.
The man driving the car was wearing a red dress full of advertisements and dressed like a racing driver. He looked a little dazed and was laughing happily. He had just taken drugs and was in high spirits.
The alley is narrow, only about five meters wide. In some places, stalls and other debris occupy part of the passage. The lights on both sides are dim and yellow, as if the power supply is seriously insufficient.
Almost all the shops have been closed, only a few barbecue stalls are still open, the smoke is slowly rising, and there are few customers.
The sports car was traveling so fast that it knocked down a bicycle parked on the roadside and crushed a cat to death that had no time to escape.
The alley several hundred meters long is coming to an end.
"Haha, it's still a ghost street. I'm almost at the end and I haven't seen a ghost yet. It's really...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
