The heavy rain shattered the halo of street lamps into the stagnant water.
Lin Shen wiped the rain from his face, and the windshield of the electric car rustled in the strong wind. The mobile phone navigation showed that there were only three hundred meters left, but this old street called Yinxu Lane seemed to never end. The old houses of the Ming and Qing dynasties on both sides stood silently in the rain. The blue brick walls were covered with dark red moss, like congealed blood stains.
"You have a new takeout order—"
The mechanical female voice was particularly harsh amid the sound of rain. Lin Shen glanced at the screen. At two seventeen in the morning, the order address clearly displayed "No. 44 Yinxu Lane". A chill ran up his spine, and he remembered clearly that he had just delivered this order ten minutes ago.
