“No. 99 Prince Street. No. 99 Prince Street. No. 99 Prince Street.”

He kept silently chanting the same address in his mind. Huoden was 99% sure, which should be the home address. As for the chance of having one percent left, he decided to open up all possibilities and then looked forward to surprises.

In fact, compared to surprise, he now needs to solve the cold problem more.

The wet linen shirt was stuck to the skin, and a slight cold air like a needle drilled into the skin through the pores. An unexpected breeze blew, and I couldn't help but tremble. The slender but slightly thin body was unable to resist the cooling attack in the middle of the night, so I couldn't accurately distinguish what time and latitude it was now.

"Hot ginger tea is the best choice, hot cocoa is also good. If it doesn't work, you can just put it in hot honey water. Ah! I suddenly want to eat hot pot, donuts, fried chicken nuggets, and Guandong Zhuo."

Swallowed, and always felt that his stomach was singing a plan to protest. Huoden temporarily packed up the messy thoughts in his mind, and his body was hidden in the shadow cast by the moonlight. He stayed vigilant and made sure that he had not exposed his whereabouts and hoped that he would not follow his tail.

Looking back, you can see the firelight in the red sky. The burning house is northeast behind me, about eight blocks away. The bustling noise gradually drifts away. The noisy block gradually becomes quiet and quiet, but the unpleasant smell can still be captured-

What is this place?

The pungent smell always lingers on the nose. I thought it was a mixed smell of the fire scene and the river water, but now it still cannot be removed.

The smell is slightly different, but it is still hard to describe. It is a bit dry, a little damp, a little lively and silent. Words that should not be used to describe the taste appear in my mind, mixed with the rotten smell of fishy smell and the pungent smell of coal soot, just like entering a mobile bathroom at a music festival.

It's hard to describe in one word.

On the quiet street, only Huoden's trivial footsteps were sounding softly, so that he couldn't help but tiptoe and step on his cat's steps.

In the rich night, you can see gray buildings, generally low and only three floors at the highest level. Faded blinds, rusty iron railings and exposed red bricks, plus the wet and sticky black mud on the soles of your feet, you can tell that without glaring lighting. This is obviously not a wealthy area.

What really attracts attention is the steel bar structure standing on both sides of the street, setting up a double rail in the three-story sky, crossing the block and extending towards the north of the city. It seems to be the light rail, but Huoden can't remember which place's urban space planning is so rough and casual-

The steel columns unreasonably occupy important space on the street, and stand in front of the residential door without any special planning. This also makes the originally not spacious street narrower. Now only one and a half cars are allowed to be parallel. Who knows how to solve the problem during peak hours of work?

“No. 95, No. 97, No. 99.”

This is obviously not the best time to look around. Huodeng just looked at it roughly and followed the guidance of vague memories to successfully find the destination.

This is a three-story low building, and there is not much difference from other buildings around the street. The mottled walls, dirty door panels and gray door numbers are the unified signs.

At this time, Huoden only noticed that the grid street light next to him seemed to be a gas light. He looked back at the double-track railway above his head - hell, where is he now?

Take out the key from the pocket of your pants, insert it smoothly into the keyhole, and turn it gently, and you can hear a snap sound. With a push of your left hand, the door will open.

It seems that there is no wrong place.

According to memory, it should be the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

Crunch, crunch.

Even though Huodeng tiptoed and lightly, the old wooden structure still groaned in pain, as if pain could be felt at every step.

"Yaah."

There was a sound of the door opening behind him, and Huoden stopped his move to go upstairs, stiffly turned his head reflexively, and then he met a boy in pajamas.

The air suddenly became quiet.

So, is this the tense moment of silence or being silenced?

The boy glanced at Huoden in a sleepy way, rubbed his eyes, and said in a slight voice, "Good night, Huoden."

"..." Hoden blinked his eyes and responded with a gentle head, "Good night."

Then, the boy left like this, leaving casually.

The boy pushed open the door of the room opposite the corridor and closed it again. Only the creaking sound of the floor came faintly, and finally disappeared behind the door panel, as if nothing had happened.

Hoden's movements remained still for a moment, one second, two seconds; then he turned around and climbed up the steps again.

He gently pushed open the room door, and the silver moonlight shone through the window frame, filling most of the space, faintly outlining the scene of the room. It was obviously an extremely unfamiliar environment, but Huoden could feel the familiarity from the depths of his soul.

A house of about thirty square meters can be seen at a glance:

A single bed is placed near the door on the right side, and a set of bedding is neatly folded; a bookshelves and cabinets are placed against the wall at the foot of the bed, the upper part is full of books and the lower part is three-layer drawers.

Right in front of the window, there was a desk, with messy documents and books scattered on the table, and an oil lamp - he read that right, that was a kerosene lamp, not a desk lamp.

The most eye-catching thing on the left is undoubtedly a fireplace in the center of the wall, and the area close to the door is a simple kitchen, including a square table, a cabinet and a bucket, etc.; near the windows, there is a wardrobe and a stand cabinet, which is all.

Although it is not said that the family is barely bare, it is not far away. I don’t know if I can find some food.

I closed the door of the room, bathed in the moonlight, stood there, quietly searching for the memories in my mind, then turned around and walked towards the kitchen, opened the cabinet next to me, and successfully found a small bag of bread on the top floor, and a small piece of butter hidden in the corner, carefully wrapped in tin foil.

very good!

He brought bread and butter to the desk next to the window and put it down. He cut a small piece of butter with a butter knife, put it in his mouth, and savored it carefully with the tip of his tongue for a while. He walked back to the kitchen, found the coarse salt, twisted a few pieces of it a little, sprinkled it on the butter, and then came to the desk and sat down formally.

Although his stomach was still rumbling, Hoden cut the bread in an orderly manner, carefully applied a thin layer of butter, and after confirming that it was evenly applied, he put it in his mouth, took a big mouthful, and chewed it slowly-

The wheat is still a little rough and the baking is a little too excessive, but the faint burnt smell gently brings out the sweetness of the wheat, as if you can feel the sound of the wind blowing wheat waves in your ears. Even the unique wheat aroma is lingering under the nose, mixed with a little butter and coarse salt smell. A elastic and toughness makes the teeth chew for a long time, and the more you bite, the more fragrant it becomes, it seems that every cell wakes up.

One bite, one bite.

Hoden treated the small bread with a grand and formal attitude, as if he was enjoying a formal French meal at this time. Until he ate all the bread and butter, he raised the corner of his mouth on the ground satisfied, put down the knife, slowly leaned against the back of the chair, and made a happy whisper.

Not enough, of course it is not enough, but considering the current situation, Horden is already very satisfied.

If possible, Hoden wanted to lie on the bed and let his eyelids droop.

However, he cannot.

At this moment, there are too many problems that need to be solved. I don’t consider whether someone is chasing me. I don’t say that he is still unable to determine whether this is a dream or something else. There are more urgent things at the moment.

The wet clothes still did not dry naturally, but instead absorbed the cold air of dew, becoming more and more cold and bone-black, so that the body could not control it and trembled slightly. I just focused on the midnight snack, but I didn't feel much at the moment; now I relaxed and started to shivering continuously.

One after another.

He needs a hot bath.

But obviously, there is no bathroom in the room - here is a public bathroom shared on each floor, just like the teenager on the first floor just needed to solve his physiological needs in the middle of the night and had to go to the public bathroom.

Before going to the public bathroom to take a shower, he needed to light the kerosene lamp first, otherwise he would not be sure whether he would take two tops to take a shower.

lighter?

matches?

Flint?

Huoden's gaze searched the room again, but he could not find the clues in his memory. Instead, an inspiration emerged inexplicably. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Then he could see a cluster of small flames floating above his fingertips, swaying gently in the wind.

This is the real flame, the orange-red flame is shaking slightly, and it seems a little unstable.

Huo Deng stretched out his right hand and lit the wick of the kerosene lamp. Then the flame gradually became brighter, and the cold and solemn moonlight exited the room like a tide. The silver-blue space was dyed with a layer of milky yellow, and invisibly the illusion that the indoor temperature was rising, and the chill stopped.

The flames at the fingertips were extinguished.

Huoden stared at his fingertips quietly: There was no problem, nor did he even feel the heat, which was in sharp contrast to the experience of being in the sea of ​​fire. Could it be that one is real flame and the other is magic flame?

wrong.

Then Huoden denied this absurd speculation. Obviously, both are real flames. The only difference is in the level and scale. Perhaps there is also the difference between internal and external forces. So, was the fire just now caused by Huoden himself? Also, what was the flame?

"Bang."

Hoden snapped his fingers again, and the flames appeared at his fingertips again, shaking gently and softly, like a jumping elf.
Chapter completed!