Stepping out of the taxi, An Yiqing followed the map and walked deeper down this street. Gu Tingting had said that the girl's antique shop was at the very end of the street. Indeed, after walking for a long time, An Yiqing finally saw an antique shop at the street's end, without even a sign at its door.
Gently knocking on the door, An Yiqing stepped inside. The shop felt a little dark, with doors and windows shut tight, and only some sunlight sneaking in through the gaps. As she walked past the door, in front of her were rows of shelves. On the shelves were many strange and peculiar items, some were antiques, others were things An Yiqing had never seen before.
"Why are they so odd? Could it be the wrong place?" Fatty Mao Er glanced at the dust-covered shelves, muttering softly.
An Yiqing did not respond; she walked down the aisle between the two shelves closest to her, "Is anyone here? Is the owner in?"
No one answered.
