The place where she was tied up was just two houses away from the village committee and Cainiao's house, considered close neighbors.
This house has been uninhabited for many years, with weeds overgrown in the yard, and the outer walls also dilapidated. The inside of the house is dark and damp, covered everywhere with cobwebs.
Usually, few people come here. Occasionally, villagers pass by, but they never go in.
Because—it's unlucky!
A few years ago, someone from this family went to jail for wrongdoing, causing quite a stir in the village. Later, they moved away as a family, and no one knows where they went. The house they left behind has been empty ever since.
Zhang Shuai had a sullen face all the way, being dragged by the arm by Tian Xin as they walked out of the yard and toward the village committee.
"Alright, still mad?"
"Don't you think it's too much?" Zhang Shuai stopped in his tracks, looking at Tian Xin's back, and asked, "It's late at night, why are you running around?"
