All those windows are black, and it's clear they're made of wood, though now they're all charred.
It seems that there really was a fire here, and not a small one at that. You can see that every house caught fire, and then even the two maple trees in the yard were ignited. The flames leapt onto a section of the wall—it's the blackened part they saw from outside.
This was obvious, so Guan Tiezhu and Luo Yongsheng remained silent, as Jiang Xiao must have seen it too.
"Is anyone here?"
Jiang Xiao raised her voice and shouted.
The sound carried out, echoing emptily and dispersing.
There was no response.
"Xiao Chiang, let's split up and look around."
Said Guan Tiezhu.
"Okay," Jiang Xiao's voice was somewhat hoarse.
The three split up to search, and a few minutes later gathered back together.
Guan Tiezhu and Luo Yongsheng exchanged a glance.
"We couldn't see anyone anywhere, and there's a lot of dust. It looks like this place has been empty for at least two years."
