The street lamp on the first floor is the same as when you go out, and it never stops emitting its faint light. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Two squeaks of electricity came, and the street lamp above the head blinked twice, but finally returned to normal.

I don't know which one's water pipe cracked, and a large pool of water flowed out, and the passer-by accidentally rubbed it, and the ripples from the side lay on the ground and watched the crescent moon in the sky.

As soon as I stepped on the road framed by the light, the traces of the water I had just rubbed reached the ground with the footprints, and I bowed my head in the cold season, and the traces of the soles of my shoes appeared on the ground.

A few gasps and heavy breaths sprayed into the air, and she ran all the way.

Obviously, it is impossible for the fat man to sell his information so quickly, and even if it is, it is impossible for those hunters to find him so quickly.

Even if he knew the truth, from the time he came out of the fat man's shop, he unconsciously accelerated his pace in the cold season, and finally ran up.

Inexplicably panicked, the cold season is now like two people like her usual.

The panicked look, the eyes looking around, can see the panic in the heart through the eyes.

Fortunately, the footprints that fell to the ground would dry after a while.

Re-passing through the dark corridor, the stairs that were not yet familiar rose one by one, and if I didn't pay attention in the cold season, I stumbled and almost tripped over the steps.

I can't even walk...... Touching his head, Leng Ji reached out to hold on to the stairs.

I don't know where Wang Chuan found this place for himself, it is dark and dilapidated, and the gaps in the stairwell will keep leaking.

I heard Wang Chuan say that this was originally a small family-style hotel, and the host's family has not moved out since the outbreak of the plague, so I don't know if it is still open.

Coming out of that house, I felt that the temperature around me had dropped a lot in the cold season, and the whole person became nervous.

When I went upstairs, I paid attention to my surroundings, and through the faint light outside the window, I was surprised to find that there was an old Do Not Disturb sign hanging in front of the door from the stairs, as if it had been hanging for a long time, and most of the plastic film had fallen off.

After a pause, Leng Ji glanced at the room separated by two doors, reached out, and touched the Do Not Disturb sign.

There is no dust, not like it has just moved in these days, but it is a little yellow after a long time.

It seems that the landlord does still live here.

Let go and let the sign fall back to its original position. I exhaled from the bottom of my heart, and the hand holding my coat couldn't help but relax.

It's as if everything is back in City A.

No, to be precise, it's more dangerous here than in City A.

I found my own door, pushed the door in the cold season, and the room was the same as when I came out, with a messy bed and no folded quilt.

There is also an out-of-shape alarm clock, lying quietly on the bed table.

Before the curtains could be pulled back, the street lamp sent its light to the second floor as before, so that the cold season could barely see his room.

The button of the light is next to the bed, and it took a long time to touch the switch in the cold season.

Outside the window, almost every window looks dark and blind, and occasionally there are sporadic lights flashing in these buildings, but they are unexpectedly conspicuous.

The brightest thing is the street lamp downstairs, and when I look along the road in the cold season, I see that there are not many alleys where there is still light. Most of the street lights in the alleys were broken, and I wondered why the light in front of my door continued to shine.

Never mind.

Still is...... It's better not to turn on the lights.

Thinking about it, he let go of his hand and threw Yi's coat onto the chair.

I wanted to drink water, but I saw that the glass on the table was covered with dust, and no one had used it for a long time.

I reached out and touched it, and it was the same as I saw it. I don't dare to use the dusty cup in the cold season, and it is too troublesome to wash it, so it is better to pick up the kettle and drink it directly.

When I took it, I felt it, it was fluttering, and when I opened it, there was no water in it at all.

Well, I can't even drink water now.

Scratching his head, Leng Ji looked out the window again...... I couldn't help but think of the picture of the dead fat man coughing and the bodyguard looking panicked.

I guess I'll be able to sleep well again tonight.

I stretched my waist, obviously I had already slept for a while, but my whole body was still exhausted, and my limbs began to ache and ache, and as soon as I relaxed, I felt a sense of pain in my face.

Reaching out and touching his feet, it seemed that he was still soaked in lactic acid and had not recovered yet, yes, he obviously ran back.

Such a big wound on my hand can be recovered at night, why is it that my feet are a little tired but I have to toss until the night is still sore?

Sure enough, it's still too much to toss yourself.

Wait a minute......

Suddenly, Leng Ji seemed to realize something, and immediately lowered his head and touched his right hand.

Wounds...... The wound is gone?!

When I got up before, I was in a state of confusion, and I didn't care much about myself, but now, I found out after I calmed down.

His right hand was obviously tied with an abrasive cloth like a well-wrapped zongzi, but he didn't know when the thick bandage was opened by himself, and only a few shallow scars were left in the holes on his right hand.

What's going on......

He swung his right hand lightly in disbelief, and Leng Ji didn't feel the original pain at all, and there was no hindrance.

Pushing a little harder, I shook my right hand hard in the cold season, but there was still no imaginary pain, but a feeling of soreness in my hand.

It's not scientific...... Obviously, I was injured at noon today, so I couldn't have healed so quickly.

Raising his head, he was ruthless in the cold season, and bit down on his arm.

Painful ...... There are feelings.

Prove that it's really not yourself dreaming, it's not your own hands, it's not your hands, it's losing feeling.

Could it be a hallucination...... The cold season is starting to doubt reality a little.

No, I just controlled the bodyguard with this hand...... He also used his right hand to hold the handrail of the staircase, and also picked up the Do Not Disturb sign in front of the landlord's door.

Do their hands ...... Really good?!

I couldn't believe it, I was silent for a long time, and the cold season was recovered.

Helped his head, except for hallucinations, dreams and other unrealistic thoughts, the cold season can think of it, it is reliable that Wang Chuan didn't know what to do in her hands, so it would be good to let her hands be so fast.

Biting his nails, he didn't know what was going on in the cold season, so he thought about it and simply fell asleep.

I haven't touched the soft and comfortable bed of the hotel yet...... In the cold season, I remembered that I was covered in blood, and my face and clothes were all red.

Sure enough, I had to take a shower first.