C399 We're Leaving

There's an alley across the street, and it looks like it's been a long time since anyone's lived in it.

At the exit of the alley, there was an aunt selling vegetables. She was seventy or eighty years old.

The yellow-haired man took a look when he entered the alley, then hurriedly ran in.

When I followed him, he took out his phone and was about to make a call.

"Not good. If he calls now