Faintly, there seemed to be something echoing around me. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kindness...... It's noisy......

The sound with a metallic texture became louder and louder, and he turned over, and in the cold season, he pulled the quilt over his head, and it continued to scream.

I don't know how long it took, the thin towel was harassed by the alarm clock that could not resist the high decibel for a long time, and the piercing alarm clock kept lingering back and forth in the ears of the cold season.

Finally, Leng Ji sat up half-propped up, rubbed his eyes, and dimly saw a piece of broken copper and iron in front of the bed bouncing vigorously on the bed table.

After a pause, he sat on the bed for a while, and his unfocused gaze regained his vitality. Reaching out, he slapped the alarm clock that had long since been deformed.

Finally the whole room was quiet......

Leaning against the wall in the cold season, he looked at the darkness around him, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

The curtains obscured most of the light, and a faint orange light faintly shone in through the curtains, becoming the only source of light in the room. Pulling back the curtains, a huge street lamp stood outside the window, and the bulb part happened to be next to the window of this room.

Under the lamp, a woman was leaning against the wall and smoking boredly, and circles of smoke were scattered from the first floor to the second floor.

Oh yes...... At noon, I asked Wang Chuan to help me find a room.

I rubbed my hair, and I slept a little dazed in the cold season, like I hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.

Looking at the clock next to it, the half-broken hand pointed straight at the twelve directly above the clock face.

Obviously a person who has been sleeping lightly, but today he slept for almost 10 hours in a row and didn't wake up, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was given sleeping pills by Wang Chuan.

But to be sure, that's just a matter of being too careful.

In the cold season, he didn't drink his water or eat anything from him in his house, and he didn't have a chance to be drugged at all.

Thinking about it, it seems that he has not drunk water all the time, and unconsciously, he licked his lips in the cold season.

Now I want to come...... Except for that unexpected small action, Wang Chuan's other actions did not have any weirdness.

If it is really the son of Lao Wang...... This is also a normal reaction.

Probably because, this used to be a small hotel, and the bed was very soft, and now there is no one around, and there are no zombies and soldiers who need to be guarded against.

I didn't want to dwell too much, so I shook my head, opened the curtains, and turned my eyes to the woman downstairs who was smoking a cigarette.

The slightly faded tattoo stretches from her chest to her neck, giving a quick glimpse of her figure, and the smell of rich and pungent perfume wafts from the first floor to the second floor. From the perspective of the cold season, you can't see her face, only the red cigarette butts can be seen burning the cigarette paper little by little.

From time to time, the woman looked at the street outside uneasily, feeling the heat of the empty street at night, waiting for any new customers.

Leng Ji remembers that Wang Chuan told himself that the news dealer who sold his news was the head of this group of women.

Do you want to find the bustard in this town......

Scratching her head, she re-closed the curtains in the cold season and refolded the towel back into the way she had seen it when she came in.

It's a bit hard to find.

With so many women standing on the street every night, who knows which is their biggest leader.

sighed, if Wang Chuan had introduced that person to him, it was estimated that there would not have been such trouble.

It's just that in this case, there is a good chance that your identity will be exposed......

Headache......

I poured a glass of water on the bedside table, drank it in one go, and stood and thought for a while before going out slowly.

Wang Chuan didn't tell himself where the bustard was or what it was called, but only told him the general direction, if he really told him everything he knew, then he might not know the details of the news dealer.

The corridor is a little dim, and the ceiling, which has been untended for many years, has been covered with dense spider silk, layer by layer, like a big web wrapping the entire floor from the inside.

Standing in the dim corridor in the cold season, you can see where the women are puffing smoke from the upstairs, one after another.

Follow the light to hit the shadow to the ground at the exit of the first floor, and you don't need to go out of the corridor in the cold season, you can see her boring little movements playing with her hair.

Just at the top of the stairs, you can go out after two more walks, but the cold season just stopped, half leaning against the wall, looking at the woman's shadow suddenly paused.

Did she see herself......

"Guest?" she tossed the cigarette butt aside, as if to not affect the appearance of the guest, but she stroked her hair more vigorously.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

No way, the cold season has taken two steps forward.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars in the sky are flooding with their own faint light, shining on the earth with stars.

The hair was wrapped around the woman's index finger one by one, round and round.

"Oh ......" The yellow-white light sprinkled on the woman, and through the light, the woman could see a girl with a beautiful face standing in front of her, with cold eyes, expressionless face and an enviable face.

Swinging her head back in disappointment, the woman simply stopped fiddling with her hair and shook it off.

"Is there something wrong?" with a procrastinating voice and a lazy voice, even the tone of his speech was different, as if he didn't want to take care of the cold season at all.

Nodding, Leng Ji walked up to her without hurry, and reached out to take out a piece of paper.

The woman looked at the cold season and didn't quite understand.

"I want to see your boss. With his hand open, the red 100 lettering was printed on it, and the slightly reflective security logo was placed on the far right side of the banknote, reflecting the darker numbers on it.

"......" glanced at the banknotes and then at the cold season, and the woman looked at the cold season with suspicion, and her expression was indescribably cautious.

Oh, is this wary of suspicion......

waved his hand, and Leng Ji made a gesture to take back the money in his hand, but before he could take it back, he was immediately snatched by someone.

"Do you want news from the peddlers?" the woman took out another cigarette and lit it up. "Why bother looking for him?"

Tilted his head sideways, blinked again, and Leng Ji didn't answer her.

"I'll tell you that's fine. With that, the woman took a deep puff on her cigarette and raised the money in her hand.

"And what do you know?"

"It depends on what you ask. "I touched the banknote in my hand and felt the paper unique to the coin rubbing in my hand, which was very comfortable.

Looking at her, Leng Ji felt that he had nothing to ask her.

"That's ......" paused, and Leng Ji suddenly thought of a question that might be answered.

"Do you know Wang Chuan?"