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Chapter 129 Night Sneak Peek

"Are you trying to kill me? Where are you grabbing...?"

Hearing the faint sounds of laughter and commotion coming from behind him, Erin silently shook his head.

Then she quickened her pace and walked up to Doug, who was standing at the school gate. Looking at the backpack on the chubby boy's back, Erin said with slight surprise, "School's not over yet, Big Dog, why are you carrying a bag? What, are you planning to skip class this afternoon? Aren't you afraid your mom will come over with a feather duster and beat you up?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man, Doug, rolled his eyes: "What kind of eyesight do you have? Didn't you see the leave slip in my hand?"

As he spoke, the chubby boy's mood suddenly dropped, and his eyes dimmed as he said, "My uncle was found dead on 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 arrangements. After all, my maternal grandparents passed away a long time ago, and in terms of relationships, our family is my uncle's closest relative."

"Sorry, big dog! My condolences..."

After offering a word of condolence, Erin suddenly paused, stunned.

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?

Before Erin could voice his question.

The chubby Doug spoke up first, asking, "Alright, stop being so sad. I've heard that word enough today. Let's change the subject. How about you and Gwen get to where you are? To be honest, I've been at school for so long and I've never seen Gwen get into that guy's car."

"And another thing, where did you get that flashy sports car? You didn't rent it, did you?"

Seeing that Doug was unwilling to say more about the matter, and considering that Doug was one of the few friends he could talk to, Erin gave up the idea of ​​getting more detailed information from Doug.

Anyway, I can figure out all this information by going to 13th Street.

Having figured this out, Erin said to the chubby boy, "Gwen and I are just ordinary friends."

"real?"

"Of course? Gwen is the school beauty at Midtown High School. If you got such a pretty girl, would you hide it away?"

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy instinctively replied, "Of course not. If I could win over such a beautiful girl, I would definitely announce it to the whole world."

Arlin shrugged. "So be it. If there really was something between Gwen and me, would I deny it...?"

"It seems so?"

The chubby boy looked at Erin, feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with what he said.

Before Erin and the chubby boy had been chatting for long, a yellow taxi pulled up in front of them.

After saying goodbye to Erin, the chubby Doug got into a taxi and disappeared from Erin's sight.

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After nightfall.

Erin walked through several blocks, around rows of brightly lit low-rise buildings, and arrived at 13th Street, which Doug had mentioned.

As the worst-located and least populated street in Chinatown, 13th Street was much more dilapidated than Erin had imagined.

The abandoned factories faintly visible on the streets, the few shops still open on both sides of the street, and the somewhat desolate streets all form a stark contrast to the other bustling areas of Chinatown.

of course.

Erin, who had never been here before, couldn't be sure if this was the effect of the "dirty thing" rumored on 13th Street, or if the area was just naturally desolate.

I don't know if it's because the suffocation rumor that could kill people is too terrifying, or something else.

At night, 13th Street was almost deserted.

Moreover, each of them seemed to be in a hurry, as if some terrifying being was chasing them.

Only in the back alleys and corners of the streets, a few daring young people were idly gathering together.

Some of them had cigarettes dangling from their mouths, others were holding bottles of liquor, some in groups of three or five, others squatting alone in dark street corners. Every time a new face appeared, countless empty eyes would stare at it.

After scanning the surroundings and finding no one else, he glanced around.

Erin walked toward the group of guys closest to him.

As Erin walked toward the group of people, they, who were gathered together drinking and chatting, also saw Erin.

Two blond-haired men carrying bottles of liquor exchanged a glance when they saw Erin walking towards the alley, seemingly intending to cross it. They remained silent, but their eyes gleamed with different lights.

After Erin actually entered the alley, they observed for a while before reluctantly standing up and walking towards Erin.

Seeing the two blond-haired men approaching with ill intentions, Erin smiled and said, "I need to ask you something. I've heard some strange things have been happening on 13th Street lately. Do you know anything more about it?"

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

Surprisingly, these two people weren't scared away by Erin; they even dared to ask him questions.

Their eyes lit up, and a strange smile spread across their faces. They walked closer and closer to Erin, and when they were within a certain distance, they suddenly reached for their lower backs and grinned menacingly at Erin, saying, "Want to ask questions? Sure, as long as you, pretty boy, can satisfy us two brothers from now on, I'll tell you whatever you want to ask."

Just as the two blond-haired men were about to draw their folding knives from their waistbands, Erin swiftly pulled out a silenced pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the wrist of the man in front of him.

"puff!"

The sudden gunshot startled the blond-haired man at the back.

Instantly, his mind, which had been slightly numbed by alcohol, became clear.

Seeing his companion drop his folding knife with a "thud" and clutch his wrist, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, before the blond-haired man could fully react, he saw Erin steadily holding his gun, not even glancing at the person lying on the ground clutching his wrist, but instead smoothly moving the muzzle of the gun horizontally, pointing it at... his own face.

When that dark gun barrel was pointed at his head.

The blond-haired thug turned deathly pale with fright, and even his pants gradually became wet.

"Now, can you answer my question properly?"

"Of course...it's possible..."

"So tell me, what exactly is that legendary dirty thing on 13th Street?"

The uninjured man, his legs trembling, replied to Erin with a mournful face, "Big brother... we really don't know either!"

"Won't you think about it again...?"

As the man with the gun pointed at him was on the verge of tears, he seemed to suddenly remember something, pointing to a building in the distance and saying, "I remember now..."

(I drove for six or seven hours today and just got back to my place. I'll write this chapter first. I'll try my best to catch up on the chapters I owe this weekend.)

(End of this chapter)