The bar in Jingzhou Qiaogong Town is dim and sluggish and quietly full of evil.

In a cul-de-sac not far from the bar, seven or eight people dressed in ruffian clothes who looked oily smashed a few bottles and threw them at the intersection, preventing the curious eyes of outsiders.

Song Qing saw that he was leaning against the wall of the dead end, fiddling with the silver ring of his finger without saying a word, his mouth was pursed, and he couldn't pry it open.

The smell here is messy, and the people are even more diverse, looking like dead maggots at the bottom of society, without the slightest decency at all, and even more difficult to communicate.

Wherever there is stinky meat, they will swarm it.

And there is one person who is different, even if he wears a plain black shirt and cargo pants, but his faint temperament is different from those greasy people.

He stood casually in front of Song Qing's meeting, looking tepid, rubbing the mobile phone he had just searched from her with one hand, and opening and closing the lighter with the other hand, his face in the dark was bright and dark.

Some people, even if they are thrown into the stinky ditch, but the difference is not the same, even if they are glued together with those ruffians now, but after a long time, they will slowly get separated, those people can't trap him, and the environment there is not suitable.

Song Qing looked at the man faintly, the man was surrounded by a group of people, and it seemed that he was the head snake here.

With a snap, Song Qingjian's mobile phone fell off from the man's hand and smashed on the ground, the screen was broken a little, but the phone was not broken, the man's thin lips opened lightly, and his voice was low,

"You called someone. ”

Determined, and sensible.

Half an hour ago, Song Qingjian's phone was crushed by Song Wu, and the only life-saving straw was also thrown away, and then she was dragged into this dead end, Song Qingjian was not an innocent female college student, and she knew better than anyone what might happen next.

Song Wu hung up the phone, which was equivalent to cutting off the only way to retreat.

Her sister is really ruthless enough, whether she is dead or alive, she can't shake her sister, even if she dies in humiliation here, Song Wu may only dislike her and add to her reputation.

The woman sat on the ground without saying a word, no matter how muddy the alley was, her head against the wall, dust scattered all over her body, and her hair was messy to cover her face.

The man glanced at the woman on the ground, his gaze stayed on her flower arm for a moment, and opened his voice lightly, "Mixed?"

Song Qingjian nodded, his eyes lowered and he never bothered to look at him, but he stretched out his hand, "Is there any smoke?"

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at Song Qingjian unexpectedly, and then took out Bao Zhonghua and threw it in Song Qingjian's palm.

Song Qing saw that he took out a cigarette with his hand, held the cigarette between his slender fingers, held it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Borrow a fire." ”

There is enough ambiguity.

can't count on Song Wu, so he can only support himself.

——

Xiting, the gate is still closed.

Rong Ember slowly turned on all the lights, illuminating the entire Xiting Yingying, and lit a cigarette with his free hand, not bothering to pay attention to the woman the whole time.

Song Wu sneered at him as if he was something.

The woman's hand holding the phone was white, and the green tendons on her wrist were obvious, she tried her best to suppress her emotions, and said rationally, "Rong Yan, Song Qing saw that something really happened, if you have a way, help me, she is ...... in Jingzhou Chengqiao"

"Why?"

Rong Shen cut off her words, leaned against the door frame with his long body, and watched for a long time what tricks she could "make up", flicked the cigarette ash in his right hand, and the ash of the spark fell on the floor, and for a moment Song Wu felt that he was lighter than this ash in his heart.