Zhao Rang subconsciously tensed up, his right hand already reaching into his blouse and holding the handle of the knife.

Fortunately, the alley was very short and the carriage was very fast. After a while, it suddenly became clear again.

The coachman shouted again, and the horse stopped obediently. The guide opened the door and said:

"Gentlemen, we are here!"

Looking in the direction pointed by the guide, there was nothing special about the intersection of this street. Zhao Rang looked at the ground specifically and found that the color was indeed much darker than the streets he had just walked on.

"Is this the dark street?"

Ximen Dazhuang asked.

He thought it was a bit unremarkable, not even as lively as Chagan Tologai!

The guide explained:

"Master, don't worry, the bustle of the black street only lasts for more than an hour when the sun sets!"

Ximen Dazhuang was noncommittal, but Zhao Rang had already seen the difference in this street.

The buildings are layered on top of each other, but very irregular. But if you put yourself in these buildings, you will find that the positions of their windows are very particular.

Walking in from the street entrance, all the windows on the dark street are staring at each other, with no blind spots between them.

That is to say, as long as you stand upstairs, no matter what happens below, you will be seen clearly from the side, and then they will be relayed in turn until the end.

This kind of planning is definitely not accidental, but deliberate.

From the moment the carriage they were riding in stopped, Zhao Rang saw figures flashing behind at least three windows. This meant that anyone who stepped into this street had already been registered. Want to be silent?

Interest is something that is absolutely impossible to achieve.
Chapter completed!