When I woke up again, it was in a remote and spacious construction site with only yellowing faint lights, although it was early in the morning, there were still many busy workers, and the workers were sallow, with heavy dark circles under their eyes, and the work under their hands was no longer serious.

In any world, the glory of the working people is just a slogan.

Like many generous statements, they are just tools used to brainwash themselves to accomplish their own selfish interests.

Lynch didn't bother with this, jumping out of the car, his figure constantly weaving back and forth in the darkness, not attracting anyone's attention.

Out of the construction site, Lynch looked at the direction, at this time, it is not very convenient to take a taxi, but fortunately, the cities of the alien space empire are still relatively advanced.

Bike sharing.

And it's a locked bike-sharing.

Lynch held the brick with a little force, and the lock opened with ease.

I don't know if it's the work of a thrifty man, but when he finds out that the lock has been warped, he should be smiling very happily.

Lynch was in a good mood, riding a small bicycle "galloping" on the streets of another world, most of the surrounding stores were not open except for 24H, the road was very narrow, and the street lights only needed one side to illuminate the road clearly. There is no moon in the sky, and this kind of poetic scene can only be embarrassed without props, only the girls dressed up enchanting and sexy on the side of the road, as if they contain surging energy in their bodies, and they are sending autumn waves to Lin Qiming.

Although Lynch occupies Wu Bufan's body, he is a young man who is ignorant of the world after all, and he can't help but feel a little uneasy.

He is more like Zorro in the 20th century at the moment, riding a tall and muscular thoroughbred, upholding the justice of the vulnerable, amorous and dashing.

Zorro, who rides a shared bicycle, is also very handsome.

There was no word all the way, and the night charming bar was just a blink of an eye, Lynch parked the car, and the waiter in charge of welcoming customers was too high to greet him, and he didn't even say hello to him.

Act like a snob.

Lynch snorted and walked straight into the bar.

Hello sir, we have a minimum consumption of 500 yuan here.

A waiter stepped out of it, glanced at Lynch, and said.

Damn, it's so expensive, according to Wu Bufan's memory, he remembered that it was only 200, and he only had 300 yuan on his body, 200 was for robbing the killer, and 100 was the money for a taxi.

Can't I take a look? Qian is less instigated, Lynch said with little confidence.

Sorry sir......

After several turns, Lynch's black coat was wet with sweat stains on his body, and flowers bloomed on his white shirt one by one.

He felt a little prostration, it was five o'clock in the morning, and the sky in the distance began to grow brighter, and after the first rays of sunlight kissed the earth, the whole earth became brighter.

One by one, people are like mushrooms after the rain, emerging from the mounds of one building after another, shouting, the sound of water, the sound of quarrels, and the sound of the oil pot under the vegetables.

This is where the destination is, and after turning the last corner, a dilapidated Internet café comes into Lynch's eyes.

It's very dark inside the Internet café, only a few computers are sitting in front of unkempt and mentally depressed people, and the cigarette butts on the ground are about to pile up into a small dirt slope, so the boss doesn't care about these, and is looking at the brain-dead girls of the stick country with relish.

Lynch said hello, the boss frowned, and took it with surprise when he saw the 100 yuan bill.

He asked for a private room, otherwise he really couldn't stand the few people who looked like vagabonds outside around him.

But his appearance is not much better, when he arrives at the private room, he turns on the computer, and his face full of dirt is revealed on the black screen.

This is the first time that Lynch has carefully looked at Wu Bufan, a pair of old glasses with a high number of heights and a pool of bottomless glasses, the bridge of the nose is not high, even a little collapsed, but the lips are feminine, and the whole face is particularly impressive.

This is probably ugly, he is also middle-aged, and Wang Bujing's appearance is much more delicate than Wu Bufan.

The white fluorescent lamps shone high, and the smell of dampness emanated from all around, and the old sofa was surprisingly clean. Lynch familiarly turned on the computer, logged in to his account, and after successfully uploading the photos he took, a story was laid out on the computer one by one.

This was a murderous arson incident staged by a real estate company to acquire the land of apartment No. 38 at a low price.

It is also a story between the poor and the rich.

Apartment No. 38 is located in the suburbs, but it unexpectedly caught up with the expansion of the city and was selected as the first batch of old houses to renovate, which should have been a happy thing, but because the price given was very low, it was strongly opposed by the eight families in the apartment, and they resolutely adopted tough measures after petitioning to no avail.

The businessmen who got the land for development are not happy.

Spending a high price on the land that was won from the "transit" in the hope of obtaining a large amount of benefits after demolition and construction, how could it be cut off by these "Diao people" in front of them.

Repeated "threats" and "inducements" have been fruitless.

They had an evil thought.

No, the female ghost "Pan Yinlian" in red was hired on the "ghost" employment website, and they first tossed in apartment No. 38 and they didn't sleep.

Immediately afterwards, the male owner who controlled the household inside took advantage of the night to set fire to the entire apartment, watching the raging fire, listening to his parents being burned alive by the fire, and the man who was controlled by the ghost regained his control because of self-blame and sadness, and was seen by Wu Bufan when he asked for help on the Internet.

Wu Bufan himself is a person with a full sense of justice, and he has always been haunted by the incident of a writer surnamed Li who once admired going deep into the mountains to rescue a girl and was killed.

So I resolutely contacted the man, and after learning everything, I saw the news of the man's death in the apartment on the news a few days later.

And this man is the third child who was split by Pan Yinlian with an axe.

After Wu Bufan saw the news, he decided to go to the scene of the crime to find out, so two weeks ago, he went to apartment No. 38 alone to look for evidence.

Fortunately, because the police were bought, no one was left behind to close the case hastily, and Wu Bufan easily entered the apartment.

Entering it, the story heard was probably the same as what happened to Lynch before, but it was just in time for "Pan Yinlian" to kill in the apartment with a ghost-slaying axe, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

Wu Bufan is a vulgar body, naturally not an opponent, under the protection of more than a dozen ghosts in the apartment, he fell from the second floor, fortunately Wang Bujing's speed is fast enough, otherwise, Wu Bufan would have drunk Meng Po soup at this time.

The text was coded, enough photos were uploaded, and a record of the "sad boy" was uploaded on the page in the form of photos.

Lynch felt that it was almost there, clicked send, and the page was transformed from a dense font to a green page that was successfully sent, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the tiredness began to spread from his brain to his limbs, and he fell asleep as he said that his eyes were dark.

As if it hadn't been so comfortable in a long time, a sofa seat was more comfortable than any sleeper I'd ever reclined.

Outside, it was like a fried pot, one by one the websites were pushed, and the news of this news agency was presented in front of the public's eyes with the sound of "ding dong" in every corner of the empire.

Comments are like a sharp sword on the Internet, and conspirators who smell the smell of gunpowder begin to write one possibility after another.

Unexpectedly, no one could have imagined that Lynch, who slept like a dead pig in the private room close at hand, was the initiator of this incident.

There was chaos outside the black Internet café, and when the killer locked Lynch's ID through the relationship of the boss behind the scenes, "Sad Little Boy", the latter had already slipped away, and was eating barbecue and drinking wine in a food stall not far away.

Time countdown.

23.22.21.

5.4.3.2.1

Lynch pulled out his phone, and a text message appeared on his phone.

It was sent by Wang Bujing.

But it doesn't matter anymore.