Chapitre 818: Chapter 818: It's Been Too Long, I Can't Remember Clearly

In a quiet little alleyway.

The human presence was sparse.

The damp walls were already mottled, with the white surface covered in a layer of green moss, sketching the silhouette of the years.

"Mr. Jie, the address we found is right here," Yao glanced at the map in his hand and pointed to a low-set bungalow ahead.

This area was once an enclave for expatriates, heavily populated by Chinese immigrants and overseas Chinese.

The architectural style also mimicked that of the Ming and Qing periods' Jiangnan Alley, with a small river running through stone bridges amidst misty rain, creating a highly evocative scene.

However, due to redevelopment, the whole street had been relocated.

Only rows of old houses were left, not yet demolished.

Most of the old houses were empty, labeled as dangerous buildings.

Only a few were still sporadically visited by people, the veterans of the area who haven't moved out because they couldn't bear to leave.