Zhangshan Town.
This is Qinghe City's traditional town, with just two cross streets, the same as 40 years ago, and the same today.
Even to say, compared to 20 years ago, today's Zhangshan Town is a bit more desolate.
Half of the shop fronts on the streets are closed. The ones that are open look just like they did two or three decades ago.
Jiang Yuan and the others walked up to a small supermarket and went inside to investigate. The door curtain felt like it hadn't changed in 20 years.
It was as if time had solidified here and aged it, yet no one treasured it, giving the impression that it couldn't be sold.
"Boss, do you have a backyard?" Mu Zhiyang's face was expressionless as he asked seriously.
There would be time to crack smiles later.
The owner of the small town's supermarket wasn't easy to talk to either. Looking at the policemen walking up and down the street, he asked, "What are you all looking for?"