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Chapter 129 Night Detective
"Die, where are you catching..."

Hearing the faint laughter behind him, Ayrin shook his head silently.

Then he quickened his pace and walked to the side of Doug who was standing at the school gate. Looking at the backpack on the little fat man's body, Aylin said in a little surprise: "It's not over yet, Big Dog, why did you put the bag on your back? Why, don't you want to skip class this afternoon? Are you afraid that your mother will rush over with a feather duster and beat you up?"

Fatty Doug rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "What look, didn't you see the leave note in my hand?"

Speaking of which, the little fat man's mood suddenly became depressed, and his eyes were a little gloomy. He said: "My uncle was found dead on the 13th street this morning. My mother called me at noon and asked me to take a few days off to help with my uncle's funeral. After all, my grandparents passed away long ago. In terms of relationship, our family is regarded as the closest relatives of my uncle."

"Sorry, Big Dog! My condolences..."

After expressing his condolences, Ayrin was suddenly taken aback.

It's 13th Street again. Could it be that Uncle Big Dog's death is also related to that so-called dirty thing on 13th Street?
Without waiting for Ayrin to express his doubts.

The little fat man Doug asked aloud first: "Okay, don't be sad, I have heard enough of this word today, let's change the subject, why not talk about how far you and Goddess Gwen have gone! To be honest, I have been in school for so long, but I have never seen Goddess Gwen get in that boy's car."

"Also, where did your boy get that flamboyant sports car? It can't be rented!"

Seeing that Doug was unwilling to say more about this matter, since this guy was one of the few friends he could talk to, Ayrin also put out his desire to get more detailed information from Doug.

Anyway, this information, when the time comes, I can figure it out as long as I go to 13th Street.

After figuring this out, Ayrin said to the little fat man, "Gwen and I are just ordinary friends."

"Really?"

"Of course? Gwen is the belle of Midtown High School. If you chase after such a beautiful girl, will you hide it?"

The little fat man subconsciously replied: "Of course not. If I can catch up with such a beautiful girl, I will definitely announce it to the whole world."

Ayrin shrugged: "That's it, if there is really something between me and Gwen? Will I deny it..."

"It seems so?"

The little fat man looked at Ayrin, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with his words.

Aylin and the little fat man didn't chat for long when a yellow taxi stopped in front of them.

After saying see you next time to Aylin, the little fat Doug got into the taxi and disappeared in front of Aylin.

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After night falls.

Erin walked through a few blocks, bypassing the low, brightly lit buildings, to what Doug called 13th Street.

As the street with the worst location in Chinatown and the fewest number of residents, 13th Street is much more dilapidated than Ayrin imagined.

Whether it is the looming abandoned factories on the street, the few shops still open on both sides of the street, and the slightly depressed street, they all form a sharp contrast with the other lively neighborhoods in Chinatown.

of course.

Ayrin, who had never been here before, couldn't be sure whether these were the effects of the dirty thing in the 13th Street rumors, or if it was just so depressed.

I don't know if the rumor of suffocation that can kill people is too scary, or what.

On 13th Street at night, there are very few pedestrians on the street.

And everyone was in a hurry, as if there was some terrifying existence behind them chasing them.

Only in the streets and alleys, there are some bold young people who are gathering together with nothing to do.

Some of them have cigarettes in their mouths, some hold a bottle of wine, or they are in small groups, or squatting alone on a dark street corner. Every time a new face appears, countless empty eyes stare at it.

His eyes swept around, but he didn't find anyone else behind him.

Ayrin walked towards the group of guys closest to him

When Aylin walked towards the group of people, they who were drinking and chatting together also saw Aylin.

Two of the yellow-haired ones with wine bottles in their hands saw Aylin who was walking towards the alley and seemed to want to pass through the alley. They looked at each other and didn't speak, but different lights flickered in their eyes.

After Aylin actually walked into the alley, after observing them for a while, he stood up slowly and walked towards Aylin.

Looking at the two yellow-haired men who seemed to have malicious intentions coming towards them, Aylin showed a smile on his face, looked at the two of them and said, "I want to ask you something. I heard that some weird things happened on 13th Street recently. Do you know the details?"

"For example... the person who died today?"

When these two people saw Aylin, they were not scared away by them, and even dared to ask them about things.

They had a strange smile on their faces, and then they walked closer and closer to Aylin. After reaching a certain distance, they suddenly stretched their hands to their lower backs, and then said with a grin to Aylin, "Want to ask a question? That's fine. As long as you, a pretty boy, can satisfy our brothers in the future, I can tell you whatever you want to ask."

Just when the two yellow hairs were about to pull out the folding knife on the back waist, Ayrin quickly pulled out a suppressed pistol from his waist, and then shot the person in front of him in the wrist.

"puff!"

The sudden gunshot frightened the yellow-haired man in the back.

Immediately, the spirit that was slightly paralyzed by alcohol became sober in an instant.

Seeing the companion who "swayed", dropped the folding knife in his hand to the ground, clutched his wrist and screamed like a pig butcher, before the yellow-haired man could fully react, he saw Aylin holding the gun in his hand steadily, without looking at the person lying on the ground with his arms folded, but the muzzle of the gun moved steadily, pointing at his face...

When the black muzzle was aimed at his head.

The yellow-haired gangster's face turned pale with fright, and even his trousers gradually became wet.

"Now, can you answer my question properly?"

"When... of course you can..."

"Then tell me, what is that legendary dirty thing on 13th Street this time?"

The uninjured man's legs were trembling, and he replied to Aylin with a mournful face: "Brother... We really don't know about this!"

"Stop thinking about it..."

When the person pointed at by the gun was about to cry, he seemed to think of something suddenly, pointing to a building in the distance and said: "I remember..."

(I drove for six or seven hours today, and I just returned to my residence. I will write a chapter first. I will try to make up for the ones that are owed over the weekend.)
(End of this chapter)