No One Is Carrying the Red Sedan in the Middle of the Night

Lin Mo rode his second-hand mountain bike that rang everywhere except the bell, and wandered into "Huilong Lane". The alley is narrow and deep, like an appendix forgotten by the city. The old-style arcades on both sides have long been deserted, and the dark windows are like countless blind eyes, staring indifferently at this uninvited guest. The wall peeled off badly, revealing the dark red bricks inside, which looked like solidified blood scabs under the pale moonlight. The air was so thick that it seemed like water could be squeezed out, and it carried a strong, strange smell that was mixed with old dust, rotten wood, and some kind of indescribable fishy sweetness. The alley was eerily quiet, even the noisy summer insects were silent. Only the "clunking, clunking" sound made by Lin Mo's wheels when they ran over the uneven bluestone road monotonously struck the dead silence, making the surrounding area even more empty and... Ominous. Not for the faint of heart! !