Dream Guide

The tramp swallowed several slices of bread in succession. Probably because it was too dry, the bread got stuck in his throat. His face turned red and he looked at Huang Liang pleadingly.

Huang Liang was unmoved. It was impossible for him to buy another bottle of water for him.

The tramp also knew that his request was too much. He no longer looked at the rice, but picked up a large handful of snow from the chair and stuffed it into his mouth.

The melted snow water poured into his throat, and he finally swallowed the swollen bread stuck inside.

Huang Liang looked at him and asked, "Where is Haicugua Street?"

The tramp took a few hard breaths, stroked his chest, and looked at the little bread left in the bag with an angry and sad look on his face. He was probably blaming himself for eating so fast and feeling sorry for the remaining bread. Worrying about whether the rain will be enough for a meal.

"Where is Haicugua Street?" Huang Liang asked again. He is very patient, but that doesn't mean he will always be patient.

"Oh, Sea Cucumber... that's a great place!" The homeless man leaned on the bench, unaware of the coldness of the snow. "Do you know what Sea Cucumber is?"

"Sea cucumber?" Huang Liang remembers that it is called this in China, but he wonders if Europeans also call it this.

"Sea cucumber?" The tramp was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Oh no, no, no, it's not that expensive! Sea cucumber is a sea squirt, white, spiny, and looks like a cucumber, but soft. I used to It was often seen when I was a sailor at sea. In temperate seas, thousands of them were often gathered together, making them a bargain.”

"I'm not here to learn marine biology." Huang Liang said.

"Oh yes, young man, I know you are going to Sea Cucumber Street, but you must first find out what a sea cucumber is before you can find it." The tramp said with a mysterious smile, "You know there is another sea cucumber. Does that mean anything?"

Seeing that Huang Liang's face seemed to show impatience, he said, "Well, I guess you don't know either. Let me tell you, sea cucumbers are just that thing for men!"

There was a hint of malicious intent in his eyes, "Every year, tens of thousands of ships enter and leave the Port of Amsterdam. Sailors are blown by the sea wind and soaked in sea water at sea. Over time, the skin of the body will undergo some changes. Even the penis is different from ordinary people. It looks like it has been pickled by sea salt. It is fat, white, and strangely elastic, so people call it sea cucumber."

"So you should understand now that Sea Cucumber Street is where sailors wash their dicks... Hahaha... Do you know how to wash them? Of course, with the water flowing from women... Hahaha... "

The tramp seemed to remember some happy past and laughed crazily.

"Tell me where?" Huang Liang had already understood. If the homeless man hadn't lied to him, Haicugua Street was probably a hidden alley in a red light district. No wonder it couldn't be found on Google Maps.

The tramp stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, looked at the white clouds in the sky and said: "Although Sea Cucumber Street is the cheapest fireworks place in Amsterdam, oh no, in the Netherlands, the girls there are really good, especially Sold from Ukraine and Serbia. If you would like to ask me to go there for a while, I can show you the way."

Huang Liang didn't expect that a homeless man who didn't have enough to eat would make such a request, and he couldn't understand why humans would have such physical desires in such extreme suffering. Just when he instinctively wanted to refuse, the tramp temporarily changed his mind.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'll go by myself. What if I take you there and you let me go? Just give me money, just twenty euros, oh no, ten euros..."

He stretched out a finger, and the wolf-like green light showed in his eyes again, but this time it was not hunger, but greed.

Huang Liang smiled with disgust and contempt, elegantly took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a hundred euros from it, and shook it twice in his hand:

"Go on, tell me where it is, and this hundred euros is yours."

"Really, really?" The green light in the homeless man's eyes became brighter: "The New Market, the Weighing House, and De Wallen are all famous red light districts. If you go there and ask someone, you will know where the sea cucumber is. It’s just that every red light district has a low-end brothel specifically for sea cucumbers, I don’t know which one you are referring to specifically.”

Huang Liang knew that he couldn't ask more from the homeless man, so he gave him one hundred euros and walked away.

The homeless man was overjoyed. He caught the note with trembling hands, his face flushed. Then he jumped up as if he had been given a shot of blood and rushed to the street on the right side of the train station square at a fast pace.

Half an hour later, the homeless man with a bruised face and a dying face was thrown out from the door of a red house. A strong Slavic man with a sinewy face spat in his face, threw down a piece of paper and cursed: "Grandma, remember to bring money next time you come to play, or else I'll cut off your dick and feed it to the dogs!"

Looking at the falling papers, the homeless man couldn't figure out why he had brought a hundred euros with him, but when he went to check out, it turned into a receipt from a bakery?

…

Amsterdam is an ancient city. The houses on both sides of the street retain their ancient and exquisite appearance from centuries ago. Red, blue or green decorations can be seen everywhere, showing a bit of playfulness and warmth in the world after snow.

There are three or four-story buildings in rows, but the doors along the street are very narrow, often allowing only one person to enter or exit. It is said that there was a strange law in Amsterdam in ancient times. The larger the door was opened, the more taxes were paid. People had to keep the door as small as possible and open the windows as large as possible. All large items were moved in through the windows. After moving out, there were iron hooks and ropes sticking out from the top of the building.

Houses like this are everywhere, including in several well-known red-light neighborhoods. The girls either stand in the narrow doorway or sit in the wide window, looking at the passers-by, stimulating the men's hormones with their eyes and gestures.

Huang Liang walked into one of the streets and passed by a row of brothels with red lights on the windows. Probably because the weather was too cold, most of the girls were hiding in the house. No one came to the door to greet the customers. Maybe they were too interested in it. This little man with an oriental face is not interested. The women here are all freelancers and are not coerced by anyone. Whether they are willing to spend the night with you depends on their mood in addition to money.

Half a block away, a blonde woman opened the narrow door of the red house and came out. On a very cold day, she only wore a sheepskin windbreaker with very little underneath. Under her short skirt, her slender thighs were exposed that shivered in the cold wind, but made her even more charming.

When Huang Liang saw the windbreaker, he always thought of Qingmu, so he couldn't help but take a second look. The blonde immediately leaned on the porch, struck a coquettish pose, and showed a charming professional smile.

Huang Liang stepped forward, and the girl's smile became even brighter. Her silky eyes kept blinking at him, as if she had already seen the colorful banknotes.

"Excuse me, do you know this place?" Huang Liang asked, pointing to the note.

When the blonde saw the address on the note, she showed disdain and waved her hand impatiently: "Go forward and ask at the front." After that, she turned back and entered the window room.

Huang Liang heard her muttering as she closed the door: "Turns out he's a poor guy, damn it!"