Qiao Mengchen was surprised that the basic shape of most planetary objects was a sphere, and this planet was strangely leaf-shaped, which was really unheard of. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Under normal circumstances, there are only meteorites or asteroids that can grow into this honor, but is this celestial body in front of you? Could there be a meteorite or asteroid that is so large and orbiting according to its natural orbit?

As the sun was about to come out, Qiao Mengchen observed it a few more times, drawing by hand the basic shapes he could see. After finishing the painting, he was stunned again, isn't this just an eye?!

With such doubts, according to the calculation method of the celestial coordinate system, he determined the position of the "eye celestial body", and prepared to think about it carefully after nightfall today. The weather has been very good these days, I hope this big eye doesn't disappear out of thin air, Qiao Mengchen comforted himself as he lay on the bed.

On weekends, the urban village was eerily quiet, and the simple basketball court next to it was empty. Qiao Mengchen fell asleep, and he didn't know how long it took before he woke up dizzy. When I opened my phone, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

There are two more unread text messages on the phone: one is the good news of a big price drop in a certain real estate - where did these insatiable profiteers get his number? The other was sent by Gong Xiaoyun, reminding him that Miss Gong would celebrate her birthday next week.

Next Monday, it's tomorrow. On the duty schedule, it was his turn to work the day shift for the first half of the month, and Qiao Mengchen was calculating in a daze. What birthday gift to send to congratulate Gong Xiaoyun? By the way, she likes to eat "old Shanghai" crab roe buns the most, and it should be a good choice to give her crab roe buns with some other flowers, grasses or something. Gong Xiaoyun is not a vulgar money worshipper, she doesn't need a diamond ring, a necklace or anything, Qiao Mengchen fooled herself.

He pretended to sleep for more than ten minutes to see that it was not early, and then he got up and washed up. After eating a bowl of wontons in the alley at the dark shop where God knows what kind of meat is used for filling, Qiao Mengchen lazily returned home. After entering the door, he subconsciously touched his laptop, and then thought about it, wasn't the last Great Demon King dead? Immediately, a feeling of sudden loss came over him, leaving him with an empty heart.

The night without the companionship of the game is really difficult.,It's weird.,How can I not find the new celestial body next to Andromeda last night.,Could it be that the game is too much.,I have hallucinations? Qiao Mengchen took out the picture drawn by himself, and after a while, he began to read. After reading a few pages, the perverted textbook became a hypnotic.

It was almost dawn, and Qiao Mengchen took one last look at Andromeda, but he still didn't get it. He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and if he didn't move any longer, the intestinal obstruction of the traffic and the endless queue in front of the "old Shanghai" might make him pin his good wishes in the delicious crab roe buns.

Open the door and get ready to hit the road. Meow ...... The fat man jumped out of the nest, his front paws hugged Qiao Mengchen's feet, and he didn't let go.

The fat man is a fat cat who was only abandoned by people before. After dropping out of school, Qiao Mengchen gave a lot of time, partly to the computer, and partly to the fat man.

Dead fat man, Qiao Mengchen kicked lightly. Meow, the fat man did not back down, he came up again and again to wrap his trouser legs, and he was dragged away as a cat skin.

Qiao Mengchen was anxious, and reached out to lift the fat man's back, but the cat's hair stood on end, and the fat man scratched Qiao Mengchen's paw. Oops, Qiao Mengchen subconsciously threw down the fat man, and hurriedly closed the door and left when it was dizzy and couldn't find the north.

Meow, there is a fat man's complaint from behind the door.

The sky was still covered with a thick black veil, and through two or three winding alleys was the bus stop. Perhaps because it was still early, there were few pedestrians. Through the faint light of the houses on both sides of the alley, Qiao Mengchen walked through it with ease, and in the distance, he could already hear the horns of cars on the street.

Just as he was passing through a deserted path, a figure flashed out of the darkness and walked straight towards him; Behind, there was also a rush of footsteps from far and near. In fact, Qiao Mengchen noticed movement behind him just now, and he thought it was an early train into the city nearby, so he didn't pay attention to it.

"Honestly stand for Lao Tzu!" The roadblocker threatened to give orders, and the voice was an adult man. The deep voice echoed in the darkness, so cold-blooded and terrifying.

Broken! Qiao Mengchen said in his heart that it was not good, this gang of dog thieves really came for himself! But what is their purpose when he has neither wealth nor color? In this remote place with black lights and blind fire, it is easy to say that two big men are sandwiched back and forth, and it is enough for a thug with a fruit knife in his hand to misbehave, and he can drink a pot of ...... Before Qiao Mengchen could figure it out, there was a faint sound of wind coming from the back of his head, he instinctively tilted his head, and a baseball bat grazed his ear, sweeping the tip of his ear with a hot pain.

Luckily escaped the sneak attack from the bat man, and the fist of the man who stopped in front of him also hit him in the face. This time, Qiao Mengchen couldn't dodge it anymore, and he took a solid punch on his nose, and blood immediately gushed out of his mouth and nose. There is no injustice and no revenge, but this is also a little ruthless, right? Qiao Mengchen was shocked and angry, relying on his long-term football skills, he raised his leg and kicked the opponent over. This time it was fast and accurate, and with a muffled snort, the man half-squatted down holding his stomach.

Although it was not real, the bat man could feel that his companion was being blocked, and he swung the stick in his hand quickly and violently. A few snaps all hit, smashing on Qiao Mengchen's shoulders and back. Subjected to this continuous slam attack, Qiao Mengchen was a little stunned, what kind of robbery is this a thief? Obviously trying to take his life! He didn't know when and where he had offended someone, and why he was so ruthless as soon as they met!

With this hesitation, the kicked man had already stood up, and grabbing Qiao Mengchen's hair was two slaps. At this moment, Qiao Mengchen's stunned intention was completely dispelled and his last blood was aroused. Qiao Mengchen drank it resolutely, and a few hooks from the left and right were accurately sent to the opponent's cheeks, causing the murderer to scream a few times.

The foundation of kicking is not covered, these few strokes are extremely fast, the opponent thought that he could easily subdue him, but he was beaten dizzy and unable to fight back. However, as soon as this side was knocked down, the bat man behind him picked up the stick and slashed his head and face. The alley was dark, and in a hurry, he couldn't even find bricks and stones, Qiao Mengchen raised his arm to protect his head, and his arm was immediately hit a few times. He endured the pain, saw the opportunity to grab the bat in the opponent's hand, and dragged it to snatch it.

After all, it was two against one, and they came prepared, when Qiao Mengchen struggled to grab the stick, the murderer who had already received a few old punches pounced again, but there was an extra round bottle in his hand.

Hearing the movement, Qiao Mengchen, who was about to successfully take the bat, turned his head to look behind him, only to see a flash of light in the darkness. Immediately, a thick, pungent sour smell came straight to his cheeks. What is this **** splash? Qiao Mengchen subconsciously squatted for a while, but in the end, he still couldn't dodge.

It was more uncomfortable than being scalded by boiling water when he was a child, Qiao Mengchen only felt that his face was hot, and the sharp pain immediately spread endlessly, and his nasal cavity was full of the smell of burnt skin and flesh. At the same time, the choking gas invaded the throat along the mouth and was instantly sucked into the trachea; The heat around his eyes was so hot that he couldn't open them when he wanted to, so he could only be soaked and bitten.

These two brutes play tricks and splash him with strong acid!

Qiao Mengchen screamed in pain, and leaned up the corners of his clothes to try to suck up the remaining liquid from his face and neck, but the scorching acid had already burned through his skin and stuck to his flesh. In contact with the flesh, his cotton shirt only aggravated his pain, tearing his flesh and skin, and did nothing to alleviate the damage.

Looking at Qiao Mengchen, who was lying on the ground with his face covered and rolling in pain, the two kicked him a few times like they were relieved, and finally poured urine on him to show humiliation, and then left the alley with the morning light in a big way.

It wasn't until the two shadows in front of them disappeared without a trace, and the few people behind who were hiding far away and catching the early train appeared tremblingly. I couldn't see Qiao Mengchen's appearance clearly, but being able to roll on the ground also showed that the situation was serious enough. Although several people did not dare to come forward during the fight, sympathy eventually prevailed over indifference, and they dialed 110 and 120 in turn.

Qiao Mengchen came to his senses, and his sense of touch and smell made him judge that he was lying in a hospital bed. It may be because of the anesthetic, he can't feel the sharp pain in his face or mouth; In the same way, his eyes were tightly wrapped in gauze, and he didn't know what time it was, and if there was anyone else around.

His arm moved, and it was only a few minutes before he reached out with a trembling hand to touch his wound. Just as he raised his hand, a cold hand gently pressed him:

"Joe, don't move."

It's Gong Xiaoyun! Qiao Mengchen was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he grasped his girlfriend's slender hand, his chest fluctuated and fluctuated: "Xiaoyun, I'm ......"

However, as soon as these words came out, they turned into a guttural voice of "woo woo woo", and even Qiao Mengchen himself was startled. At the same time, the inhaled air irritates the throat and is accompanied by bursts of indescribable pain.

"Hospital ......" Gong Xiaoyun understood what Qiao Mengchen wanted to ask, she trembled and squeezed out a trace of voice, and sobbing followed.

......Hearing the familiar sound, Qiao Mengchen's tear glands were suddenly stimulated, and the resulting salty water poured into the gauze-wrapped eye sockets, stabbing the eyeballs painfully.

"Don't get excited," a male voice who couldn't tell who it was, comforted, "take care of your injuries, we have reported the case, and the police are doing their best to arrest the murderer." ”

Murderer! Qiao Mengchen's blood was pouring upward, and he couldn't wait to get up immediately and grab the two mongrels with his own hands. To this day, he still can't remember who he annoyed, and he was poisoned by this three indiscriminate hands. Hey, if it weren't for the smell of disinfectant in the air, he would have thought that everything that had happened before was just a terrible nightmare.

"Woo woo woo ......" Qiao Mengchen forgot that his throat had been burned by the gas, and struggled to continue to express something.

"Don't speak," smelling the smell of ointment coming from Qiao Mengchen's mouth, Gong Xiaoyun sighed and said, "That's ...... The doctor said that your vocal cords have been damaged and need to be slowly healed......"

As a result, the originally warm and romantic birthday party turned into a dull and helpless escort process to comfort the injured. In front of the bedside, there is no cake, fine wine, candles and music; Occasionally, a text message sound came from Gong Xiaoyun's mobile phone, reminding everyone that she is 20 years old today.

In the unusually low atmosphere of the hospital room, there were occasional brief conversations, and the sound of Qiao Mengchen's heavy breathing after the effect of the anesthetic wore off.