The noisy sounds of Hong Kong movie fights in the video hall were blocked out by the thick fog, as if they came from another world. Chen Haifeng stepped into the alley, and the damp and cold atmosphere instantly enveloped him, mixed with sour water, low-quality liquor and a faint smell of urine. On both sides are tall and mottled old walls, with unknown water stains dripping on the walls. Dark bricks are exposed behind the peeling wall skin, like hideous scars. The alley is very deep, with only a dim light at the end, reflecting the swaying figures of a few figures. The sound of footsteps was extremely clear in the empty narrow alley, and it also carried the heavy breathing that he tried his best to suppress but could not eliminate. Every step he took was like stepping into a bottomless quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper. Behind him, his father's painful breathing and Ah Chao's low, mocking laughter were cut off by the thick fog, but they were imprinted in his mind extremely clearly.
He is not Ponyboy, but the whirlpool of fate has involuntarily rolled him to the edge of this black, smelly muddy water. In order to save his loved ones, he will step into a dark world destined to distort his life. Once you take this step, there is no turning back.
