The biggest difference between a small town like brown town and a small town like brown town was that they occupied a very large area. Be it streets or houses, there were no high-rise buildings here. The buildings were at most three stories high.
The streets and alleys were also very spacious. Shen Xiaoxiao did not expect that just as she walked to the entrance of an alley, she would be pulled into it by a person with something on his back.
"Don't talk. Stand still."
The person behind her spoke a little hurriedly, as if he had just run a big round and his breathing was uneven.
Her back was hurt by a protruding thing that looked like a gun, but Shen Xiaoxiao could still hear that something was wrong from the voice behind her.
This man's voice sounded a little old, and she did not know why. Even though he spoke English, Shen Xiaoxiao felt that it was strangely familiar. It was as if she had heard it somewhere before.
