Dream Guide - #385 - Chapter 385 The Entrance to Hell

Huang Liang walked forward in the direction the woman said, and the street became narrower. The originally bright red window shop disappeared and was replaced by gray. The sunlight was blocked by the houses on both sides. The snow on the ground had not been shoveled, but was stepped on. It was a mess, like a dirty carpet with many footprints.

The street is too narrow to be called a street, it can only be called an alley. I don’t know if this term is also popular in Amsterdam.

There was no one in the alley, and the footprints on the ground were obviously left after the snow stopped last night. But Huang Liang found it strange that after a heavy snowfall overnight, would so many people really come to such a place to have fun?

After finally waiting for an old lady to pass by, Huang Liang didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so she went up to her and asked, “I’m sorry, ma’am, do you know where Haicugua Street is?”

The old lady glanced at Huang Liang expressionlessly and sighed: “Young man, the red and pink house in front is so nice, why go to Hai Cucumber?”

Huang Liang knew that she had misunderstood, but he didn’t want to explain. He took out the note and said, “I want to find this address.”

The old lady took the note, took out a pair of reading glasses from her pocket, put them on, and read the address carefully: “1307? There is no house number on Haicuca Street.”

Huang Liang was stunned. No house number? How to find it?

However, he did not give up and asked: “Tell me where Sea Cucumber Street is, and I will find it myself.”

The old lady said: “This is Sea Cucumber Street, from here to there -” she pointed to the narrow alley ahead, “including the alleys on both sides, but there are no house numbers.”

Huang Liang said thank you and decided to look for it himself.

The old lady stopped him again and said, “Young man, the girls here are all the same. Don’t be fooled by those who post small advertisements at the train station. If her photos are good-looking and the price is ridiculously cheap, then you can Just be careful with your wallet.”

Huang Liang nodded and expressed his gratitude to the kind old lady again. It’s just that he felt that she seemed to be overly enthusiastic. People who came here were all prostitutes, and she should have been used to it. Could it be that she looked like a baby?

He walked forward for a while and found that there were indeed no house numbers on both sides. When he turned back, the old lady had disappeared. She didn’t know which alley she had gotten in from.

The note clearly says No. 1307 Haicuca Street, but why is there no house number? Isn’t this the red light district? From what the tramp just said, it seems that every red light district has a place called Sea Cucumber. However, such a dark and dirty place must be outside the jurisdiction of the government, so it is only right that it does not have a house number. Based on this inference, it is very likely that other sea cucumbers do not have house numbers.

Huang Liang was thinking about counting each door one by one, but he immediately rejected this idea. The number 1307 is too big. In the absence of house numbers, it is impossible for anyone to deliberately count the door of their house.

He walked into the alleys on both sides and wandered around. It was probably because there were no customers at the moment. Only a few doors were open. Some thin women with dark circles under their eyes stood at the door, forcing a forced smile and looking at Huang Liang. nod.

Huang Liang felt that this scene was a bit similar to some small alleys in China. It seemed that this industry was similar all over the world. And these women look more sick, and they must have taken drugs. When he was in the hospital, he saw many drug addicts. They were skinny, with dark skin, dull eyes, and blue-black circles around the eyes. They were similar to those of terminally ill patients, or even worse.

He randomly approached a woman and asked for her house number. The woman waved her hands and cursed FUCK, telling him to get out if he didn’t want to play.

Huang Liang is convinced that there is no house number here, so this number may not be the house number, but has another meaning. He looked at the note for a long time, and finally thought about whether it could be a combination of 13 and 7, such as the seventh room in the thirteenth alley.

So he returned to the junction of Sea Cucumber Street and Hongfenwu, and started counting alleys one by one from there. When he reached the thirteenth one, he got in.

This alley looked like any other alley, except there was no vampire-like woman standing in the half-open door.

Looking at the completely melted snow on the ground, Huang Liang felt something was wrong the more he thought about it. It stands to reason that the most people pass through the middle alley, because all the people diverted to the small alleys must pass through the middle alley. But there is still snow on the road in the middle alley, but it is gone here. This means that either someone has cleaned it here, or too many people have come and trampled the snow clean.

Everything indicates that this place is unusual and he may have found the right place.

He stopped when he reached the seventh door.

There is a red cloth hanging on the door. I don’t know what it is for. The door is very clean and there is no snow at all. However, as we move forward, the snow accumulates about an inch thick. It is neat and tidy and no one touches it. Pass.

Huang Liang looked up at the sky between the gaps. A white cloud spanned the two buildings, moving slowly driven by the wind. He took out his mobile phone, opened the map location, took a screenshot and saved it, and put the picture into the Ghost folder. The picture was named “No. 07, Lane 13, Haicuca”.

After doing this, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, and a wrinkled old lady’s face appeared behind the door, smiling at him: “Young man, you finally found it!”

Huang Liang was stunned. Isn’t this the old lady he met just now when asking for directions?

The moment I stepped through the door, I felt a sense of moisture, and there seemed to be a bit of a rotten smell.

Amsterdam is close to the sea and is indeed relatively humid, but you rarely smell this smell in the cold and dry winter. Huang Liang almost suspected that this old lady was also an old prostitute who received customers in Haicugua. The house was where she worked, and the floor was littered with used condoms.

When he thought of this, he felt acid reflux in his stomach and almost vomited it out.

At this time, the old lady’s eyes happened to look towards him, her eyes were cold, almost piercing his body: “Young man, your reaction is not normal. Are human emotions affecting you?”

Huang Liang was startled, and then he remembered that the place he was going to visit today was a secret base of the organization. Those who could appear here had certain strength and status even among the parasites.

“Oh, it’s my first time here, so I may not be used to it,” he said.

“Only humans need to adapt.” The old lady said coldly.

Huang Liang didn’t know what role this old lady played in the organization, and he didn’t expect that his abnormal reaction would immediately arouse the other party’s suspicion.

“Excuse me, are you…?” he asked tentatively.

“Don’t ask so many questions, I’m just a janitor.”

The old lady said and closed the door. The skylight was blocked outside the door, and there was only the dim light from a pink wall lamp in the room. With the same pink lights, the lights in the pink room full of beauties look warm and exotic, but here there is only eerieness and mystery.

“You were brought here by Howard, right?” the old lady asked as she walked inside.

“Yes.” Huang Liang followed her numbly, “Where is he?”

“Party of course!”

After passing through the outside room and entering the inner room, the old lady opened a door to reveal the entrance to the basement and said, “Go down from here, the party has already started.”

A staircase winds downwards, getting darker and darker, looking like it leads to a deep hell.

Huang Liang didn’t hesitate and walked in directly.

There was a sound of the door creaking overhead. The old lady had turned and left, probably to greet other comrades.

The moment the entrance door closed, it was like the door to hell was closed, and the passage fell into darkness.

Huang Liang suddenly remembered all the legends about hell that he had heard when he was a child, and the mother-in-law named Meng who was guarding the entrance to hell.

He touched the wall and continued walking down, and then he heard some strange sounds coming from the ground, like ghosts crying, like women’s moans after giving birth, like the screams of being whipped…