When Song Qingzhi woke up from the passenger seat, he found that the car had stopped in front of an apartment, strange but very familiar, "Where is this?"

"At your request, we are now in Roppongi, Minato. The taxi driver whispered. "It's a total of 13,500 yuan, this is a travel ticket, welcome to your next ride, thank you." ”

"That's so precious. Song Qingzhi said while taking the money, as soon as he opened the car door, he was surrounded by the heat of midsummer, and the scorching sun was sprinkled directly on the ground, and the eyes of the stinging people were sore. He should have been tired and smeared to run to this hellish place, he was even wearing yesterday's hoodie, and he was about to melt away, and he was a little dazed after taking two steps, and immediately hid in the shopping mall, and then bought a short-sleeved replacement to ease up a lot, and it was still a little painful to not live, and it should be a slight heat stroke.

After coming out of the mall, he suddenly lost sight. Roppongi had too many high-end business clubs, he had an image, but it was unfamiliar, and the streets suddenly zoomed in and out, and the rising pain of the sun cave made him want to vomit. was wandering aimlessly, when he suddenly noticed that several people came out of the clubhouse in front of him, and he was greeted by the scarface man.

The other party raised his head, saw him, and held his hand to smoke and paused. He turned around and ran, and the Scarface man immediately chased after him.

The man was playing table ball and went into the hole. Next to her was the woman in the Suse kimono from last time, and the woman was reading a book by the table. The man had a bluetooth headset on his ear, and the phone came in, and it was Scarface.

"We've caught him!

The man raised his eyes to look at the woman, and found that the woman was still reading, so he put down his club and turned around and walked out of the room to the corridor before whispering in response,

"There's no one else around you. ”

"No, I didn't. ”

Send him back to my apartment first, and don't hurt him. ”

"Xiao Su, what are you doing, we should go. The woman walked out of the room, and the man immediately hung up the phone, walked back from the direction of the bathroom in a detour, and replied with a relaxed expression,

"Just go to the bathroom. ”

"Oh, don't say such rude words. The woman laughed and slapped him, and then took him by the arm and left the clubhouse.

It was gray in front of him, and the cloth in front of him was so thick that he couldn't see what was going on outside. Song Qing leaned back, there was something on his back, soft, he reached out and touched it again, it was a hemp fabric, it should be a sofa. He simply lay down, his head still aching, and he was so tired that he could think about where he was, and just sleep for a while.

Startled by the sound of the door opening, he sat up sharply, feeling the sounds around him, and someone approached, getting closer and closer. The fabric rattled as it folded, and the man crouched down. The cloth in front of him was removed, and the light that suddenly broke in made him turn his face open.

"What are you doing back in Tokyo?" the man asked him softly.

"Helping a friend. He replied indifferently.

"And then?"

"Besides, it doesn't seem like this favor can help now. He sneered over his shoulder, his head ached again, and he couldn't help but frown. Suddenly, he felt warmth fall on both sides of his head, and the man was massaging the acupuncture points on both sides of him, and the pain was gradually relieved with the right force.

"What's wrong with the old man?"

"There is an eldest sister guarding him, and it should be fine. ”

The two chatted for a while, the man's thumb pressed against the sun's acupoint, and the other four fingers pressed lightly on either side of his skulum. Song Qingzhi suddenly smiled, closed his eyes slightly and said,

"The last time you hit someone, you were covered in blood. How can you be so gentle today? I can't even ...... hard."

"It's not blood on the clothes, the scum is carrying a water bag with pigment in the clothes... I exploded before I could beat it. The means of doing this are probably only what he has in mind. The man finished whispering, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile. "I'm stupid to believe him to say that you're friends. He even wanted to pretend to be high-minded and say he knew where you were knocking us out. If I could, I would have killed him. ”

"Since you know what to do, you still have to go to him three times to get troubled, let him go. Song Qingzhi said with a wry smile.

The man suddenly froze, "I can't tolerate you knowing such garbage. ”

"Xiao Su?" Song Qingzhi called him. The man regained his old expression and responded with a smile,

"Eldest sister and I have been looking for you. The old man misses you too, and thinks you won't come back. ”

The man hid behind him, quietly waiting for the other party's response. Song Qing shook his head, "I'm tired, I want to sleep." ”

The man's gaze dimmed a little, and he got up and left the living room. When he came out again, he had a new yukata and nightgown in his hand, but he saw that the other party had already fallen asleep on the side of Shafa. He put down what he was holding, pulled the person from the ground, and wanted to carry the person back, but after trying to find that the other party was really not so light, he had to give up. He patted the other party on the back, and Song Qing looked at him with hazy sleepy eyes.

"Fortunately, I met your people, Su Meng. Song Qingzhi leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Great." ”

"Why did you come back?"

"You're still here, I said I'd take you with me. ”

When I woke up, the clothes on my body had been changed into a set of light gray hemp pajamas, and the fabric was soft and very kissable. Song Qingzhi looked around and made sure that he was still in Su Meng's apartment, with a high hanging ceiling and wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and he could see the high-pitched Tokyo Tower from the open platform. Today is a gloomy day, and the towers of the Red and Su are particularly conspicuous.

He sat up suddenly, only to realize that his head pain was healed, and that pills and water glasses were on the small cabinet next to the bed. "Xiao Su?" he shouted, but there was no response from outside the house. got up and walked to the guest hall only to find that Su Meng had left, and left a note for him at the entrance.

[When I get back, my clothes are ready for a new one.] ］

Song Qingzhi turned back to the bedroom, and when he opened the door of the suitcase, he found that he was dressed in a light-colored casual dress with a tag that had not been removed, and his underwear was also new. In the corner of the locker was his backpack, and everything except his phone, wallet, and pen and electricity was there.

After washing, he had no choice but to study Su Meng's apartment, looked around, and found that everything here revealed a sense of murder, and the meaning of not approaching people was very serious. On the north side of the study room was a whole wall of books, and Song Qingzhi flipped through those books, many of which were old books, and even some comic books, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you a child? You still have a comic book..."

It was close to noon, and someone sent it for sale.