The night wind was cool, blowing the shadows of the trees.
The street lights on both sides of the road flickered, and the branches swayed in the dark night, and the ground reflected shadows from time to time. This remote hutong alley has a ghostly atmosphere.
A tall, handsome man carried a suitcase and walked aimlessly, the surrounding area was deserted, and his big eyes were full of helplessness and horror.
xiaozhanWhere is this place?
It may be a psychological effect. He feels that even the air is cold and gloomy. He is obviously wearing very thick clothes, but the chill still crawls up his skin through layers of clothes, penetrates his blood, and finally melts into his bones.
When the wind blows, the sound of "Salad Salad" adds a bit of horror to the already gloomy atmosphere.
Xiao Zhan didn't know how long he had been walking. When he came out of the train station, he didn't stop. The woman Song Qiangan said that someone would come to pick him up, but now it was dark and the moon was hanging in the night. A few hours passed, and he still didn't see the shadow of the person who picked him up.
He firmly refused to admit that he was lost. He could only say that Song Qiangan's arrangement was not good, and the person who arranged it was also a waste.
Xiao Zhan was startled by the ding ding ding dong dong dong of the mobile phone WeChat. He had always had the courage to laugh and looked at the message sent by Song Qiangan angrily. Just as he was about to reply, the phone buzzed twice and automatically shut down.
The house leak happened to rain overnight. At this critical time, his mobile phone was out of power.
He remembered Song Qiangan's last WeChat.
She said: Let him stay still.
The surroundings were quiet, and I didn't even see anyone, and my skin got goosebumps.
Xiao Zhan looked around vigilantly with big eyes, and finally chose to trust his friend for the time being. He put the suitcase on the ground and sat on it himself.
After a while, Xu felt that the position was uncomfortable, or that it was too quiet. He opened the box, took out an MP3 and earphones from it, and took out the folded sheet before closing the box..
He put on the earphones, turned on the MP3, and the sound of the music finally made him feel a little safe. Finally, he covered his head with the sheets, and the whole person was like a sculpture, completely entering. As long as I pretend not to know, no one can see me. Mode.
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The train station.
The bodyguard packed the fried rice noodles, Qiu Han sat in the car, and the car was filled with a fragrant smell.
"Mr. Qiu, where are we going?"
Qiu Han closed her eyes. On the surface, she looked like she was sleeping with her eyes closed, but she was actually using her consciousness to find suspicious people.
She asked Song Qianan for a photo of Xiao Zhan, otherwise she would be looking for a needle in a haystack in the vast sea of people.
Many pictures flashed through her mind, and finally she targeted one person...
Qiu Han opened his eyes.
qiuhanGo to Sesame Alley.
At the same time, Xiao Zhan, who was listening to the music, suddenly opened his eyes.
Just now...
Someone is spying on him.
It's just that the sight is not strong and there is no malice.
I can't feel it now.
xiaozhanWhat's going on here?
Xiao Zhan frowned, puzzled. It was certain that this city was really not as simple as it seemed.
He remembered a live stream he accidentally watched...
The live streaming host who is pitiful and pitiful to me above is not a human....
