The next day, at the agreed time, Qin Manjiang, Mei Sijun, and Qiao Ziruo indeed did not come.
Xia Nan had received a call from Qin Manjiang early that morning. Although he had known Qin Manjiang might not make it, only when the three of them actually failed to appear did everyone begin to sense that what he had encountered in Qiao Family Village was probably far from simple.
So, with Xia Nan organizing the trip, the eight of them-Xu Yi, Yan Xiao, Shen Hai, Chen Zhiyuan, Liu Jingqing, Yu Ruoli, Zhong Xueran, and Xia Nan-headed to Huai'an Residential Complex in the South of the City.
They had been driving for about an hour since leaving the Central Urban District when the architectural style around them changed.
This was not the mixture of old and new buildings typical of urban development. Instead, once they crossed a certain dividing line, the architecture became distinctly different!
Even the sky seemed to have suddenly grown much gloomier.
Without anyone needing to point it out, they knew they had entered Old Town in the South of the City.
Road signs in cold colors, and a solitary direction marker-Old Town.
There were not even any of the usual billboards along either side of the road.
Had that old locust tree not gone viral online recently, there would probably have been pitifully few vehicles on the road to Old Town.
At least now they could still see some private cars heading toward Old Town.
The eight of them drove along the silent road in two cars. Chen Zhiyuan gazed out the window, the quaint, slightly dilapidated buildings leaving him somewhat restless.
He was not the only one. Everyone felt more or less uncomfortable.
This place was simply too quiet.
That quiet was not merely the absence