There used to be a struggle here, approximately between one and two hours ago. The call from Hong should have been received around fifteen minutes ago, which means Shou is still here.
Xiao Lin stood up urgently, quickly heading to the last shop in the alley, the only place with a light on. Hanging high in the small shop that could only fit a counter was a yellow lantern with the word "shop" written on it; a strong smell of blood wafted out from within. Xiao Lin pressed the bell placed on the counter but didn't wait for someone to come out. Instead, he walked in on his own.
Along the way, there were none of the bloodstains he had imagined, nor the noisy sounds of fighting. Everything was too quiet, overly quiet in a way that unsettles the mind. It's a medical breakpoint, a turning point that words cannot easily describe. Simply put, too quiet is not good, too noisy is not good either.
