When the group got off the bus near Luoshui Street, they finally understood what Qin Tan meant by the chaotic place.
This is an old commercial street, with shop signs lining both sides, which have turned white and worn out from the wind and sun.
Although there are many shops, most of them are only half open.
The roller shutter door was pulled down, and the inside was dark, with no lights on. It was unclear what they were selling.
There are many narrow alleys here, and people are walking through them.
The brims of those people's hats were pulled low, and some hoods covered half of their faces, refusing to reveal their true appearance.
You can smell the scent of decadence on them.
They were extremely wary of Qin Tan and his well-dressed guests.
Lin Zhisui saw at least three people secretly watching them.
That look in his eyes was as cold and cruel as a wolf's.
As they moved, those people followed silently.
Some of them left in a hurry.
"They went to tip off the enemy."
Qin Tan stood in the group, his hands tucked into his trench coat, speaking with a dark and unfathomable gaze.
"See that shop? It's a pharmacy. You can buy a lot of addictive illegal drugs there. It caters to men, women, young and old. They'll do business with anyone who pays."
"However, similarly, some drugs that are exorbitantly priced in large hospitals can be found here at a cheaper alternative."
"They kill people, they also save people."
"Here, there are wicked criminals hiding, and also desperate wretches seeking hope."
"This is the most special place in the old town, and also the most dangerous place."
There was a child, about ten years old, in front of them.
The child was very thin and looked malnourished.
He walked down the street with his head down, his gaze timid as he looked at everyone, his eyes bulging and lifeless.
He was very cautious, but he accidentally bumped into someone on the road.
He bowed and apologized, his face full of fear.
But someone lifted him up by the neck.
The person who was hit was a burly man with a fierce appearance.
"this……"
Ye Jingjing felt a pang of guilt.
Even Uncle Shui stepped forward, only to see Qin Tan's hand blocking their way.
She said, "Keep watching."
"You brat, don't you want your hands anymore?"
The man spoke irritably, and his hand reached directly into the boy's clothes, taking out a wallet.
"You dare touch my money? You're asking for it, aren't you?"
The man threw the child to the ground.
The hard cement ground scraped his skin, and the boy hurriedly got up and ran away into the distance.
Left behind was a wallet whose true owner was unknown.
"That child is a thief."
The companion's voice was filled with surprise.
"yes."
Qin Tan nodded.
Here, you shouldn't trust anyone, whether they're a beggar or a child.
On the contrary, the man with the fierce face let the child go after he got his wallet.
Qin Tan led the way, walking ahead.
As I passed a shop with its door half-open, I heard a woman screaming inside.
Qin Tan did not linger.
"This shop is used for special services."
"Of course, sometimes excessive measures can also lead to death."
Qin Tan's words were cold.
This was the first time Lin Zhisui and the others had seen Qin Tan like this.
"You want to know why such a place exists, right?"
Qin Tan smiled at their hesitation.
"If such places are eradicated, will anyone take care of the patients, the women who can only exchange their bodies for money, and even the children that orphanages won't take in?"
Her question was sarcastic.
Everything in the old town is located on the edge of Wangcheng.
Here, evil breeds, but hope also blossoms.
There is a balance here, and if someone rashly intervenes and breaks the balance, more people will die.
"arrive."
Qin Tan stopped.
The target art exhibition is just around the corner.
An art exhibition held in the old street is certainly not a high-end exhibition hall.
The doorplates are crooked, and the characters are blurry.
The receptionist at the door yawned boredly.
"Oh, are you all here to see the art exhibition? Come in, please come in."
As the receptionist spoke, he pointed to a sign on the side.
He looked at the group with excitement, as if he had encountered some big fish.
The sign read, "Art exhibition, tickets are 200 yuan per person."
At this price, there are bound to be few customers in the old street.
Lin Zhi readily paid the money, and the group went inside.
This exhibition hall is very small, but it contains paintings of many different styles.
It has everything: ink, watercolor, and even sketching.
The scroll was not framed, but hung casually on the wall.
Some of the paintings still have greasy fingerprints on them.
"Can you really make money here?" Manny muttered.
Those who are truly interested in appreciating an art exhibition wouldn't come to a place like this to make themselves uncomfortable.
"Oh, we have guests! Take your time looking around. We can negotiate the price if you like anything."
There was only one receptionist leaning lazily against a pillar inside.
My eyes lit up when I saw them.
The group exchanged glances and then split up to survey the situation inside.
The place wasn't big; we finished looking at it in no time.
It was Uncle Shui who discovered the problem.
When the group gathered around, they discovered it was an oil painting of a boy with a missing arm.
The boy seemed to be on an execution platform. He looked up at the sky, his tender face filled with bitterness and resentment.
The severed left arm was dripping blood.
Blood flowed down the execution platform, while below, some people were frantically crowding around with bowls in their hands.
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