In the middle of the storefronts lining the street, there was an alley that led inward, and inside were a lot of small hotels.
Once you walked in, you could see both walls crowded with hotel signs, jostling and overlapping each other.
Every short distance there was a narrow little staircase leading up to the second floor, which was where you actually checked in. On the ground level there were small massage rooms, each papered in pink and hung with colored lights.
It was still early, dawn not fully broken, the massage rooms hadn't opened yet, and their rolling shutters were pulled down, blocking the glass doors inside.
But one of the shops caught Li Zhiyuan's attention.
A display window only half a meter wide showed several hanging garments inside, with four characters pasted above them: one pair reading "Yao's," the other "Tailor."
This was presumably the shopfront, but it had no door, only a small window locked from the inside.
