With such a fierce figure around, it is not good to stay in the car.

If it comes, it will be safe. Ah Ying is not a person who has never seen the world.

Ah Ying silently obeyed the command, got out of the car, walked into a dark door, walked through the dark corridor, turned left and right. At this time, she had forgotten to be afraid, and was only curious about how there was such an underground labyrinth in Shanghai.

Suddenly, a cloud of light danced at the end of the road.

"Please."

The fierce middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said a word concisely. Ah Ying, who had been following him, stepped forward alone and walked towards the light.

Turning a corner, there was a hidden door.

Pushing open the door, it is a normal room, wallpaper walls, wooden floors, thick sofas, TV hanging on the wall, like an ordinary living room, but the area is larger.

"Miss is here?"

Granny Xiang suddenly showed her head. It turned out that she was in the living room just now, just wiping down the huge grandfather clock.

Ah Ying was silent. Granny Xiang smiled gently and naturally, as if everything was normal. Ah Ying couldn't agree.

Granny Xiang pointed to one of the doors, her face full of joy: "Sir, these two days have been much better. Go see him, okay? ”

Ah Ying's heart sank. She knew that the fat man was behind this situation!

She was silent on the surface, but anger came from her heart. She is going to see the fat man, to face the fat man well, what pomp and circumstance, what mystery to play, please go as far as you want in the future!

Ah Ying's footsteps were windy, and he didn't wait for Granny Xiang to follow, so he walked over and pushed the door open.

When she pushed the door open, she froze.

A chill swept through her body, her back instantly stiffened, her cold hairs stood up, and she suddenly couldn't breathe.

It was a small bedroom with a warm yellow light. A single bed with no other furniture. Lying on the bed was a ...... covered in bandages and soaked with fresh blood Person? Corpse?

Ah Ying's hand gripping the doorknob turned pale. She slammed the door on her feet, refusing to take another step. Could it really be a fat man? That fat man with fine skin and tender meat, graceful bearing, and who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world?

Granny Xiang stood behind Ah Ying and looked at the people in the room gently.

"He went to negotiate for his brothers, but unfortunately suffered a premeditated explosion. Heavenly Father forbid, the children in the same car all died unfortunately, only the first life was greater, 85% of the body burned, fortunately picked up a life. Granny Xiang's tone was full of gratitude.

"Don't get to the hospital yet!" Ah Ying said hurriedly.

Granny Xiang smiled: "Miss don't worry. The gentleman invited the best skin burn specialist, and the medicine used was also the best. ”

"But why ......" Ah Ying stopped suddenly, not allowing himself to ask any more. She didn't want to know about him. She just came to tell him that she didn't owe anything.

Granny Xiang didn't take Ah Ying as an outsider: "Because, you can't let the opponent know the current situation of Mr. A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. Sooner or later, they will have to pay the price for their perfidy. But now, we have only one focus, and that is to take care of Mr. ”

Ah Ying's head shook like a rattle, and she understood. The fat man is not an ordinary rich man, let alone a second generation. He comes from distant legends such as Golden Glory in the Troubled Times, and comes from the dark system. Don't let her get involved!

Ah Ying turned his head and left, but was grabbed by Ah Po Lis.

"What do people live for once?"

Ah Ying couldn't cry or laugh. Granny Xiang, do you want to talk to me about philosophy in this situation? Without waiting for Ah Ying to answer, Granny Xiang naturally muttered to herself: "Love! To love, to be loved. In order for the people who love us to live happily and worry-free, in order for the people we love to live happily and worry-free. If you are deeply loved, what more can you ask for? ”

Granny Xiang said with emotion. Ah Ying listened indifferently. What kind of tongue twisters do you love or not, Ah Ying doesn't dare to be interested. She's leaving!

"Is that you?" The familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Ah Ying was stunned and stopped struggling in his hand.

She couldn't help but look back. Listen to the sound as if nothing has changed. is still unhurried, and the bearing is sublimated.

"Come here. Let me see you. The voice was not high, and the pause was slightly long. But there was not a hint of irritation, not a hint of anxiety, not a hint of pain.

Ah Ying stared at the fat man who was wrapped like a mummy, the past was like a movie, she remembered the 9,000 roses he gave her, she remembered that he refused to pay for any wine she recommended, she remembered that he gently shook the folding fan and said to her to be my woman, and she remembered the gentleness of that night......

Suddenly, Ah Ying took pity on him.

He enjoys the highest luxury, but also suffers from inhuman pressure, and now, he is alone in hell. Is he lonely?

Ah Ying stepped forward slowly and sat down on the chair in front of the bed. Granny Xiang gently closed the door behind her.

"Are you scared?" He showed only one eye, his gaze as usual, a little smiling.

Ah Ying shook her head quietly.

"I'm scared and I like to see me like this."

Ah Ying smiled faintly.

"In a year or two, I'll be again, change back, the first time you saw me."

Ah Ying nodded heavily.

"Can you stay tonight?"

Ah Ying sighed: "Okay. ”

The only eye that the fat man showed showed a soft and affectionate gaze.

Granny Xiang sent in a blanket. Ah Ying half-draped the blanket and covered her body, still sitting on the chair. She had a book in her hand, the one the fat man had put on the bedside table. He asked if he could have the privilege of inviting her to read to help him sleep. She suddenly laughed.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Ah Ying picked up the book, which was Neil Gaiman's American Gods. Ah Ying vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen the American drama of the same name. Ah Ying turned off the headlight, turned on the lamp, opened the book to the place where the bookmark was placed, and began to read aloud.

The night is gentle, the voice is faint, and everything is just right to be comfortable.

"'I saw you dead.' Shadow said.

'For the business of the gods,' said the man—the shadow was now sure he was Wednesday, and no one would speak in that gruff tone, that deep, cynical, excited tone, 'Death doesn't matter. This is a chance, a chance to be born again. As long as the blood continued to flow...... he gestured to the animals and people hanging from the trees.

……

'Who am I?' The shadow asked.

'You're the bait for distraction,' said the man, 'you're chance.' You make the whole thing full of credibility that I would have absolutely difficult to do on my own. ’

'Who are you?' The shadow asked.

The hardest thing is to survive. The man said.

……”

With the sound of reading, the fat man breathed evenly and fell into a deep sleep. Ah Ying felt heavy eyelids, and finally, in all kinds of wariness, he also closed his eyes.

The next day, Ah Ying was sent back to the bar by a cap. Still all the way to VR.

At the door of the bar, before the door opened, Ah Ying first Baidu "American Gods". It turned out to be a book that swept all the world's fantasy awards, Hugo, Nebula, Locus, Stoker, SFX, Geffen...... Ah Ying smiled inexplicably.

She also remembered that the book said that you are what you worship.