Chapter 909: Chapter 909: Old Residential Area_1
An hour later, we arrived at the place, an old neighborhood.
With the nearby urban redevelopment, the formerly bustling old neighborhood had now settled into a deep silence, especially at late night. The few dim streetlights on the road always gave off an especially eerie and desolate illusion.
The security guard who had called was waiting at the entrance.
Though it wasn’t quite the dead of winter yet, the nighttime temperature had already plummeted to single digits.
Under the cover of night, Hannah had put on a mask and her face was not clearly visible.
The security guard took her for an ordinary young girl, still some concern in his voice as he explained, "That man said he used to live here, but when we asked him to use his key to open the door, he couldn’t produce it. He’s come and gone in a hurry these past few days, so I didn’t think much of it. Who knew he’d end up drunk here again tonight? It’s just that there aren’t many people living around here anymore, otherwise there would have been complaints..."
As the guard spoke, he accompanied Hannah downstairs.
In the old neighborhood, the tallest building was only six floors high, not to mention an elevator.
This was the only property owned by the original owner, who hadn’t returned since meeting George River.
It was a place George River didn’t even know about, known only to Louis Snyder, who had once been taken in by the original owner to live here.
The security guard asked with concern, "Do you want me to accompany you upstairs to check?"
Hannah snapped back to reality and shook her head, "No, thank you."
The guard nodded and decided not to meddle further.
Hannah went up the stairs alone.
By the time she reached the second floor, she saw a young man curled up in the corner. He was dressed in black, with disheveled hair and a faint smell of alcohol on him.
It wasn’t overpowering.
She hadn’t expected Louis Snyder to suddenly show up here; after all, every time she had mentioned this place in the past, it had been met with the young man’s aversion and resistance.
He loathed the days he’d been taken in by the original owner, even though this place had once been his only shelter from the storms.
"Sister."
Perhaps sensing a familiar presence, the silently sitting young man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and rough as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time.
He lifted his head, his eyes bleary, still somewhat groggy. He seemed to have cried, his eyes were rimmed red, his lips pale, and he appeared somewhat weak.
But even so, when he clearly saw the person in front of him, he mustered a smile, his eyes filled with deep attachment.
Hannah returned his smile, yet her voice was calm, as if she was casually asking a question, "Why don’t you go inside?"
Louis Snyder moved his dry lips, lowered his gaze, his eyelashes trembling slightly with unease, and his voice much quieter, "I... lost the keys."
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, the smile tinged with deep self-loathing.
This was the place where they shared memories, a place that man had never set foot in.
It solely belonged to him and Hannah.
But the keys had been lost by his own hand.
The night wind was cool, and as you pushed through the outer staircase corridor, you could look up to see a patch of dark, heavy sky.
The day had been clear, but the night brought a northerly wind, signaling that rain might be on its way.
Hannah looked down at the young man’s pale features and brought up the past, her tone light and tinged with humor, "I remember someone said that even in death, he wouldn’t come back to this disgusting place."
It was mostly a jest, not taken to heart, so naturally, it wasn’t saddening.
But the young man stiffened, the faint smell of alcohol at the tip of his nose suddenly seeming more intense.
