Ghost Street

At eleven at night, a red convertible sports car drove into Huangni Alley. Four young men sat inside, all looking extremely excited.

The driver wore a red outfit covered in advertisements and dressed like a racing driver. He seemed dazed and couldn't stop grinning. He had just taken drugs and was feeling the high.

The alley was narrow, only about five meters wide. In some places, street stalls and other clutter partly blocked the way. Dim yellow lights lined both sides, as if the power supply were severely lacking.

Almost every shop was already closed. Only a few barbecue stalls were still open, their smoke drifting slowly upward as they served a sparse crowd.

The sports car sped along, knocking over a bicycle parked by the roadside and crushing a cat that hadn't escaped in time.

The several-hundred-meter-long alley was almost at its end.

"Haha, they call this Ghost Alley? We're almost at the end and haven't seen a single ghost. What a..."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.