On the way back to the store, Chen Taitong had a gloomy face and didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed to be dripping water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The info driver was sweating while driving, and it felt like there was a bomb sitting next to him.

"Parking. Chen Taitong said suddenly.

"Huh?" the driver was stunned, "Boss, you haven't arrived at the store yet!"

"I know, stop!" Chen Taitong repeated.

The driver didn't know what the situation was, but the boss insisted on stopping, so he had to stop.

He slammed on the brakes, and the car slowly slid to the side of the road.

Chen Taitong jumped out of the car, looked left and right, and discerned the direction.

The driver kindly pointed out: "Boss, the nearest public toilet is over there...... But the toilet is dirty and smelly, so why don't you find a telephone pole to solve it......"

Chen Taitong scolded angrily: "Fart! I'm not a dog, what kind of telephone pole are I looking for?"

The driver shrank his neck in fright, and said in his heart I kindly reminded you, I'm afraid that you won't be able to hold it back, and you will also scold me?

Chen Taitong lit a cigarette and said, "You guys go back first." ”

"Huh?" the driver was stunned again, "Boss, are you ......?"

Chen Taitong interrupted him, "I have something to do, I'll take a taxi back in a while." Without waiting for the driver to say anything, he waved his hand violently, "Hurry up! Don't rub it off! Put your pet in place when you go back, and leave work early today." ”

When the driver heard this, he left work so early today?

"Then I'm leaving, boss. ”

"Let's go. ”

Mr. Chen smoked a cigarette in distraction as he watched the small truck disappear around the corner of the street.

He looked left and right again, not knowing if it was an illusion, but he always felt that passers-by were looking at him, as if they could see his thoughts and thoughts.

"Damn!" he choked on a puff of cigarette and coughed several times in quick succession, and tears were almost coming out of his eyes.

He spat a few times and threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and trampled it out.

What to do?

He looked into an alley not far away.

The alley is narrow, so narrow that cars can't turn around when they drive in.

The alley was deserted, and from the time he got out of the car until now, no one had entered or exited it, and even passers-by were reluctant to look inside.

In short, it was an alley that looked very unlucky and suitable for filming supernatural films.

Once you enter this alley, there's no going back.

However, he can't turn back anyway.

Chen Taitong observed left and right again, and when the pedestrians were the most scarce, he pretended to scratch his forehead, covered his face with his hands, and quickly walked into the alley.

As soon as you enter the alley, it is as if you have entered another world.

The noise of vehicles and pedestrians on the main road suddenly became much quieter.

The alleys are not straight, and the old-fashioned buildings on both sides are in and out, desperately trying to occupy an extra piece of space, resulting in a poor view in the alley, and always feeling that there may be people hiding in a corner somewhere.

There was no one in the alley except Chen Taitong, only a dirty wild cat tearing at garbage bags. The wildcat turned its head, looked at Chen Taitong with yellow eyes, and then continued to rummage through the garbage bag.

Black cat, very unlucky.

Unlucky alleys, unlucky cats.

Chen Taitong took a breath and picked up a stone from under his feet, trying to scare the cat away. But when he straightened up, he found that the wild cat had disappeared, probably running away with food in his mouth.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, threw away the stones, and noticed a metal plaque nailed to the wall on his right, which read: Qingren Lane.

Qingren Lane, the name is a little strange, I don't know what the reason for the name is. And what's even stranger is that some people prank and add three points of water next to the word "green", which becomes "Qingren Lane".

Clear people's alleys, clean people's alleys.

Chen Taitong continued to walk inside.

The further in, the quieter the sound on the main road, and halfway through, the outside sound almost completely disappeared.

Chen Taitong could only hear footsteps—his own footsteps.

He turned back sharply.

There was nothing behind it, it was as empty as the front.

Suspicion gives rise to dark ghosts.

Due to the nervousness, his blood pressure increased, and he turned around too quickly, his brain was a little dizzy, and the blood surged to the top of his head.

He clenched his fists and walked on.

In this case, the common psychology of people is to make some noise, otherwise they have to go crazy, and Chen Taitong is no exception. He began to hum, whistle, and walk boredly like an elementary school boy kicking pebbles. A middle-aged man in a Tang costume, humming pop songs, kicking pebbles while walking, no matter how you look at it, it's weird.

The ground was wet and full of sewage splashed by the residents of the alley, and because it was not exposed to the sun, it was difficult to evaporate, and the smell was terrible.

However, this proves that there are people living in the alleys, and they are not as lifeless as they seem.

Chirping!

Chen Taitong's back was like an electric current, and he suddenly struck a spirit, and the hairs on his whole body stood up.

There's something behind it! This time it's not an illusion!

My heart was beating fast, and my temples ached.

He swallowed and turned around with a numb scalp.

The wild cat crouched about twenty meters behind him, its yellow eyes staring at him, and the cat had a struggling and wriggling fat mouse in its mouth.

That "squeak" is the cry of a mouse.

In the oppressive silence, a man and a cat confronted each other like this.

Chen Taitong's eyes glanced at the ground, trying to find the pebble that Fang had been kicking, but found that the pebble had rolled into a large and deep puddle of sewage. The puddle of sewage was overflowing from a blocked sewer.

He would never be afraid of such a cat, but no matter how he looked at it now, he felt that this cat was blocking his retreat.

As soon as the wild cat's mouth loosened, the rat fell and tried to escape. The wild cat didn't even look at it, and slapped it with one paw, just holding down the tail of the mouse. No matter how much the rat struggles, it can't escape the claws of the wild cat.

Chen Taitong was a little sick to his stomach, this wild cat was playing with the mouse, and he would eat it when he had had enough, and he would eat it after the mouse was completely desperate.

It's the nature of cats, and it's understandable, but the situation at this point is creepy.

He bravadoly raised his hand and made it look like he was going to rush over and punch it.

It didn't dodge or dodge, and the corners of its mouth grinned, as if it was laughing at him.

Chen Tai pointed at it with his hand, "Don't come with me, be careful that I beat you!"

As he spoke, he stepped back.

Perhaps his intimidation worked, and the wild cat really didn't follow, but just lowered his head and bit off the mouse's head.

The rat's limbs twitched a few times and stopped moving.

Chen Taitong ran wildly, and there was only one thought in his heart, hurry up!

The depth of the alley was not too long, and soon he ran to the end.

At the end is a dead end.

He leaned against the wall, opened his mouth wide, and gasped with great difficulty.

Looking back, the wildcat didn't follow, probably enjoying a good meal.

At the end of the alley is a cramped, three-story building with a dusty sign at the door: Youth Consulting Office.

Chen Taitong gasped and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, an emotionless voice came over the intercom: "Who?"

"My name is Wang Qi, and I have called you before. Chen Taitong said.

After a while, there was a rattle and the door opened.