Many people at the age of 20 did not fear heaven or earth. They weren't really afraid of anything, especially when they were in a group of people. If they even lagged behind by a few steps, they feared being mocked by their friends.
The guy in the baseball cap brought a group of wealthy, second generation heirs to the place where he had heard the laughter. They were standing near the wall that bordered an older community. The community was open, and bicycles and electric cars were often stolen from there. There were a few broken bicycles that had not been ridden for many years. There were also several shared bicycles that had been locked up.
It was very humid near the wall, and it was covered in dark green moss. There was the slight smell of human waste.
"Big brother, are you sure it's here?" someone asked.
