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The blue sky is as clear as washing.
In the background of countless skyscrapers, an old city and county with old roofs look profound. Observing this ancient city named Hai Yin from this angle, a sense of vicissitudes arises spontaneously.
After the heavy rain, the quiet alley was wet and foggy, and there were few pedestrians.
In the quiet yard, an old two-story wooden building is as silent as an antique in the fog. There is a recessed corridor upstairs, and a narrow staircase leads directly to the center of the corridor.
On the shabby door downstairs, only two red seals on the seal pin were left. The old courtyard door has no door panels, only two gray brick walls. The faded old wall extends to the whole empty lane.
Twenty-one-year-old Pan Yulong followed a fat man to the gate of the yard. This yard seems to be the warehouse of which unit. The stairs are old, the handrails are cracked and shiny, steep and narrow, and there is a terrible creak at the foot. The exit of the stairs is facing the first room on the second floor, and an old-fashioned double-door attracted Pan Yulong's attention. Pan Yulong followed the fat man along the corridor to the left. They turned a corner and came to the end of the corridor. The fat man stopped and inserted the prepared key into the keyhole of the wing door.
"Here, there are such a pair of neighbors, father and daughter. ...