Chapter 573 (1/2)

In the evening, after the suburbs and then driving south, about 10 kilometers away in front of a dilapidated apartment building, just stopped two black cars.

The door of one of the co drivers was opened and a young man stepped down to the back seat of the car behind him. He opened the door and met a woman with a cold look.

Song ran was wearing a black, slim, narrow shoulder suit. After getting out of the car, he first looked up and looked at it. Then he slightly twisted his eyebrows and asked the man around him, ”is it here?”

”Yes.” Yan Hao stretched out his hand and pointed up, ”people are on the third floor.”

As it was getting late, several street lamps were lit up outside the apartment building in turn. But looking up, the old lamps were covered with black, which almost covered up the light that was not bright enough, so that the vision was so dim that the corridor could not be seen clearly.

When the assistant turned on the light with his mobile phone, song ran raised his feet, stepped on the potholed concrete path with high heels, and walked up cautiously.

The apartment looks like an unfinished project many years ago. Only the basic outline has been built. The wall is still red brick. All the way up, the balcony of the staircase storehouse is not sealed, and the air is filled with a faint musty smell.

If he had not been here in person, song ran could hardly imagine that there was such an undiscovered land boundary in Kyoto.

All the way to the third floor, there is a resident on the left and right of the stairs. On the left is a wooden door, which is half open. It doesn't look like someone lives. Song ran naturally turns her body to the right, stares at the rusty iron door in front of her, and asks the man who follows him, ”here?”

”Well.” Yan Hao nodded, stepped up two steps, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside, and through the crack of the door, they looked at a man with a strong body and stubble on his face.

Song Ran's eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly. He looked the man up and down, and then turned his head slightly. His eyes swept over his back.

The three or five men stood side by side. Each of them was big and strong, but they didn't look like ordinary local ruffians. They didn't have a word of superfluous nonsense, except for the vigilant observation from the left and right.

Before she lifted her feet into the door, she pursed her lips and said, ”you single young master, you are really unfathomable.”

Yan Hao sniffed and pretended not to understand. He took the lead in pushing the door to the end, and then put on the posture of inviting people, ”Miss Song, people are inside.”

After crossing the threshold, the first thing to see is a square wooden table placed in the middle of the living room. There are some water and food on the table. In addition, there is a yellow sofa beside it.

She went on a little further and stopped in front of a wooden door that had taken off the paint. She looked at the person next to her. The man with a beard reached out and turned the door handle away.

With a bang, the pushed door hit the brick wall next to it, and then bounced back, which was beaten back by the man's fist again.

This is not a small movement, the woman sitting in the sofa with her knees in her arms shrank for a while, and then raised a pair of frightened eyes from her disordered hair and stared at the visitor.

In addition to the three or five strong men, what she recognized at a glance was song ran.

”Miss Song...”

His dry lips moved up and down, and then he fell down from the sofa, tearing his hoarse voice and repeating, ”Miss Song.”

Song ran frowned again. She stood outside the door and looked down at the woman who looked a little embarrassed. Her expression was gloomy at the speed visible to the naked eye.