Dreamland Guide

Huang Liang walked forward in the direction that the woman said, the street became narrow, the original bright red window room was gone, replaced by a gray, the sun was blocked by the houses on both sides, the snow on the ground was not shoveled, but was stepped on. It was messy, like a dirty carpet with many footprints.

　　 The street is too narrow to be called a street, it can only be called an alley, but I don’t know if it’s popular in Amsterdam.

　　 There were no people in the alley, and the footprints on the ground were obviously left after the snow stopped last night. But Huang Liang feels strange that there are so many people who come to such a place to have fun in a heavy snow night?

　　 After finally waiting for an old lady to pass by, Huang Liang did not want to miss the opportunity, and greeted him and asked, "I'm sorry, ma'am, do you know where the Haicucumber Street is?"

　　 The old lady glanced at Huang Liang blankly and sighed, "Young man, how nice the pink house in front is, why should we go to Sea Cucumber?"

　　 Huang Liang knew that she had misunderstood, but did not want to explain, took out a note and said, "I want to find this address."

　　 The old lady took the note, took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket and put it on, and carefully read the address "1307? There is no house number on Sea Cucumber Street."

　　 Huang Liang was stunned, there is no house number? How can I find it?

　　 But he didn't give up, and asked, "You tell me where the Sea Cucumber Street is, I will find it myself."

　　 The old lady said, "This is Haicucumber Street, from here to there—" She pointed to the narrow alley ahead, "including the alleys on both sides, but there is no house number."

　　 Huang Liang said thank you, and planned to find it by himself.

The old lady stopped him again and said, "I said lad, the girls here are almost the same. Don't be fooled by those who post small advertisements at the train station. If her photos are beautiful and the price is very cheap, then you can Be careful with your wallet."

　　 Huang Liang nodded, and thanked the kind old lady again. It’s just that he thinks she seems to be over-zealous. The people who come here are all prostitutes. She should have been used to it for a long time. Could it be that she looks like a chick?

　　 He walked forward for a while, and found that there were indeed no house numbers on either side. When he turned around, the old lady was gone. I don't know which alley from which she got in.

　　 The note clearly says No. 1307 Haicucumber Street, but why is there no house number? Isn't it this red light district? Hearing what the tramp meant just now, it seems that every red light district has a place called sea cucumber. However, such a dark and dirty place must be outside the jurisdiction of the government, and it is right that there is no house number. Based on this inference, it is likely that other sea cucumbers do not have house numbers.

　　 Huang Liang was wondering if he wanted to count by door by door, but he immediately denied this idea. The number of 1307 is too big. Without a house number, it is impossible for someone to deliberately count his own door.

He walked into the alleys on both sides and turned around. Probably there were no customers visiting at this moment. Only a few doors were open. Some thin women with darkened eyes stood at the door, squeezing a barely smile toward the yellow beam. nod.

　　 Huang Liang feels that this scene is a bit similar to some small alleys in China, and it seems that this business is similar in the world. These women seem to be more morbid, and they should have taken drugs. When he was in the hospital, he had seen many addicts with skinny skin, dark skin, dull eyes, and bluish-black eyes around them. They were similar to patients who were terminally ill, or even worse.

　　 He casually found a woman to ask about the house number, and the woman waved her hand and cursed, telling him to leave without playing.

　　 Huang Liang is convinced that there is no house number here, so the number may not be house number, but something else. He looked at the note for a long time, and finally thought of splitting the numbers, would it be a combination of 13 and 7, such as the seventh room in the thirteenth alley.

　　 So he returned to the junction of Sea Cucumber Street and Pink House, and from there he counted alley by alley, and when he reached the thirteenth, he got in.

　　 This alley looks no different from other alleys, but there is no vampire-like woman standing in the half-open door.

　　 Looking at the completely melted snow on the ground, Huang Liang felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it. It stands to reason that the most people pass by in the middle alley, because all the people who diverted to the small alley must pass through the middle alley. But there is still snow on the road in the middle alley, but there is no more here. This shows that either someone has cleaned it, or there are too many people who have stepped on the snow.

　　 Everything indicates that this place is unusual, and he may have found the right place.

　　 He stopped when he counted to the seventh door.

There is a red cloth hanging on the door. I don’t know what it is for. The doorway is very clean and there is no snow at all, but before going forward, the snow has accumulated about an inch thick, neat and tidy, no one moves. pass.

　　 Huang Liang looked up at the sky in the gap. A white cloud straddled the two buildings, moving slowly under the push of the wind. He took out his mobile phone, opened the map to locate, then saved the screenshot, and put the picture in the ghost folder. The picture was named "No. 07, Lane 13, Hai Cucumber."

　　 After doing this, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

　　 The door opened with a creak, and a wrinkled face of an old lady appeared behind the door and smiled at him, "Young man, you finally found it!"

　　 Huang Liang was stunned, isn't this the old lady I met when I asked for directions just now!

The moment 　　 stepped into the door, a rush of damp came over, and it seemed that there was still a little bit of rotten smell.

　　Amsterdam is close to the sea and it is indeed humid, but it is rarely smelled in the cold and dry winter. Huang Liang almost suspected that this old lady was also an old prostitute who was picking up customers at Sea Cucumber. The house was where she worked, and the floor was full of used condoms.

　　 When he thought of this, there was acid reflux in his stomach and he almost vomited.

　　At this time, the old lady's eyes were just looking at him, her eyes were cold, almost piercing his body. "Young man, your reaction is not normal. Is the human emotion affecting you?"

　　 Huang Liang was taken aback, and then he remembered that the place he was coming to today was a secret base of the organization. Those who can appear here, even among the parasites, have certain strength and status.

　　 "Oh, the first time I came, I might not be used to it," he said.

　　 "Only humans need to adapt." The old lady said coldly.

　　 Huang Liang didn't know what role the old lady was in the organization, and didn't expect that his unusual reaction immediately aroused the suspicion of the other party.

　　 "Excuse me, are you...?" He asked tentatively ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't ask so much, I'm just a janitor. "

　　 The old lady closed the door as she said. The sky was blocked by the door, and there was only a dim light from a pink wall lamp in the room. The same is the pink light, the light of the pink house full of beautiful girls looks warm and exotic, and here is only gloomy and mysterious.

　　 "Howard did you bring it?" The old lady asked as she walked in.

　　 "Yes." Huang Liang followed her numbly, "Where is he?"

　　 "Of course I'm at a party!"

　　 went through the outside room and entered the inside. The old lady opened a door to reveal the entrance of the basement and said, "Go down here, the party has already begun."

　　 A staircase spiraled downwards, getting darker and darker, looking like it led to a deep hell.

　　 Huang Liang walked in without hesitation.

　　 There was a creaking sound of closing the door over her head, and the old lady had already turned and left, and she was probably going to meet other comrades.

　　 The moment the entrance door closed, it was as if the gate of **** was closed, and the passage was plunged into darkness.

　　 Huang Liang suddenly remembered all kinds of legends about **** he had heard when he was a child, and the mother-in-law named Meng who was guarding the entrance of hell.

　　 He touched the wall and continued to walk down, and then he heard some strange noises coming from the ground, like the cry of a ghost, like the moan of a woman after giving birth, like the screams of the wheezing...

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