Xianglan Street in Xicheng District, a small street about two kilometers from the Thames River.,It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,Old Jack was startled. Following the sound, he finally found the phone under a pile of newspapers at the counter.。