"Alright then, after we investigate the scene, let's meet at Rongjin Building. If anything comes up, we'll contact each other by phone." With no more words, Yang Xiao took Jiang Qingluan and left.
The two hailed a taxi by the street, heading straight for the new demolition village. According to the driver, the ride wasn't short; a one-way trip would take nearly an hour. It was quite remote there, and the road wasn't fully constructed, full of potholes, and nobody bothered to manage it.
The driver was a middle-aged man, smoking a cigarette and very chatty. He seemed to know a bit about everything, both domestic and international. As soon as Yang Xiao mentioned the strange happenings in the new demolition village, the driver couldn't wait to talk about it, impossible to stop.
