The Woman From Hell

I looked around and found that my surroundings were pitch-black.

There were few street lights around. If it were not for the light on my cell phone, we might have to grope our way in the dark.

The prosperity and poverty of a city were directly proportional to each other. Rich people could become rich to an unimaginable degree, while poor people could be poor to an unthinkable degree.

After walking a stretch of road with Theo, we realized in hindsight that we seemed to have forgotten which direction the couple went in.

I fished out my phone and planned to give Amelia's mother a call, but before the call could connect, we heard a series of commotions not far from us.

The commotion came from behind a slightly old building. Theo lit the way with the flash on his phone. There was a path in front of us.

It was especially narrow, and only one person could pass at a time.

Theo exhorted, "Follow me and watch where you step"

crossed the path behind him

the path, we saw a small courtyard that was only a dozen square feet

light on it and saw that the ground in the yard

as well as clothes and

for free for months. You should thank me for not collecting storage fees from you, yet you're here asking me for money? I've never seen someone as

a poor-quality mink coat, exaggerated gold earrings, and bright red lipstick. She looked like she was about to swallow a person whole when she opened her mouth to

while kicking the things

mother's eyes were red. She looked at her and said, "I don't mean anything else, Linda. We're just here to take some clothes. Winter is almost here, and we don't have enough layers. We owe you months of rental, so you have all the right to deduct

I'm not stopping you." The woman's face was indifferent. "Stop pretending to look miserable in front of me. I've met enough miserable people in my

nodded and bent down to take the clothes on the floor. Amelia's father squatted on

at something with

a glance at what looked

but say as