C89 Chapter 9 - the ghost residence at 88 nongjie street

Putting my phone away, I smiled and carried my bag. I staggered into the main road, stopped a taxi, and told them where to go.

The driver looked at me in the rear-view mirror a few times, but didn't say anything in the end. He stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow.

Directly in front of them