The car stopped outside the apartment building, and Xiao Gang and I stepped out almost at the same time. A gloomy atmosphere hung in the air. The complex was nearly deserted, with only a few residents watching us, some curious and others worried.
We didn’t linger. We rushed straight into the stairwell.
The stairwell was dim and dilapidated, with all kinds of flyers plastered on every floor. According to the records the female teacher had given us, the person we were looking for, “A Laugh from the Vast Sea,” was making house calls on the top floor.
