Wang Zhiming, Lao Wei, and everyone in the car were immersed in the world of thinking created by Alaye. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thanks to the effects of psychedelic agents, they don't have the slightest chance of distinguishing the real from the fake. The pain in their bodies shattered their reason, and there were only deformed monsters in each other's eyes, and everyone wanted to live, and the instinctive desire for life turned into a bloody battle at this time.

The mouth was wide open, revealing slightly yellow-spotted teeth, and then it was mercilessly torn on the neck of the "monster" in front of him, and the hot blood immediately sprayed out, this warmth did not make people calm, but even more crazy.

"Monster, kill you! Kill you! You can only live if you are killed......"

Blood spurted out of the arteries and stained the glass red.

Wen Qian also quietly watched the sinking purgatory.

His intellect is able to discern the difference between the thinking world and the real world...... Here he can do anything, but in reality, he clearly feels as if he is in a quagmire.

"Rules are such a thing...... Sometimes it's a real nuisance. ”

Wen Qian also snapped his fingers, and the release machine S1 flipped out from under the van, and then spread to the glass of each car, and then activated the color simulation program to block out the horror scene in the van.

From the outside, you can only see the empty interior of the carriage, and the bottomless darkness.

Even this couldn't be hidden for long, but Wen Qian just didn't want the annoying police to disturb his current interest.

He counted down the countdown with his fingers, and when the second hand of the watch made a full turn, he counted down from five to two.

“5，4，3，2……”

Wen Qian also waited quietly for a while, frowning slightly: "1...... There is also a lucky one. ”

The release machine S1 slowly penetrated a metal body about the size of a raindrop through the glass gap, and after a second, without making any sound, the van shook slightly, followed by a dead silence.

The wind blew in the streets, bringing with it the subtle smell of blood.

“0。”

Wen Qian also shook his head, carefully sorted out the neckline of his trench coat, and then asked the release machine S1 to block the gap in the van more tightly, and after doing all this processing, he walked to the main entrance of the Soho bar.

In fact, the position where he was standing just now was about a dozen meters away from the van.

There are only three or two waiters in the Soho bar, and now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, no one wants to stay at work for the modest overtime pay. The wine owner held his chin and greeted Wen Qian lazily-

"Sir, please, would you like to have a drink by yourself, or are you here to find a friend?"

Wen Qian also smiled slightly and said, "Samba table No. 4, a glass of iced lemonade." ”

"That's a good seat - can you bring me a message?" Your friend is beautiful, temperamental, and doesn't look like a local. The bartender smiled and accepted five red Grandpa Mao, in exchange for a service attitude that matched the price.

For the bartender, it's just a glass of lemonade.

But the experience of this consumption is well worth it.

Almost the same as Wen Qianyi's footsteps, he had just sat down when a carefully blended glass of lemonade with ice was gently placed in front of him. The phrase "Please take your time-" should be a giveaway in the service.

"Long time no see."

Zhang Yao saw an extremely familiar face.

She smiled reluctantly and greeted Wen Qianye. She was suddenly a little nervous, and the words she had prepared to reminisce about were forgotten, so she could only keep ruffling the ends of her ponytail hair, trying to eliminate the embarrassment in this way.

Leng Jia was generous and said with a smile: "Today I only chat about the old days, and don't talk about anything else." ”

When Zhang Yao's male classmate finally saw his idol, he rubbed his hands excitedly, stood up, wanted to bend over, and wanted to make a smiling expression, his face was red and he didn't say anything, and finally laughed a few times.

"I, I still have something to ......," he whispered goodbye to Zhang Yao.

Leng Jia covered her mouth and laughed out with a "poof": "It's so cute, do you need to be so nervous?" ”

Wen Qianyi sat calmly, looked at Leng Jia, and smiled: "Say, what you want, what can you give." ”

Leng Jia retracted her smile.

This move was not what she expected, or rather...... Some don't quite make sense. Normally, when old classmates meet, even if the relationship is ordinary, it is normal for people to say hello and politely, not to mention that in the information, the relationship between Wen Qian and Zhang Yao is obviously not ordinary, and even a little beyond the scope of ordinary classmates.

Even though Wen Qian put on a smiling expression, she was still a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Before the conversation began, it had completely lost its rhythm, and this feeling of being out of control made Leng Jia dislike it very much.

Leng Jia said: "I'm very interested in what Chen Yuanli knows, but it's ......."

She also conceived words of persuasion, and was ready for energy-consuming spying and confrontation.

But Wen Qian did not have such patience.

"Yes. In exchange, I need you to be able to cooperate with the Xingling Group in the operation of the Donghai Province support quota, and I must get this quota, which is very important to me. He replied slowly.

Wen Qian also took the lemonade and drank it all, not even the ice cubes were left, and swallowed it all down his throat.

When-

The glass was heavily placed on the table, he looked directly into Leng Jia's eyes, and said bluntly: "Is there anything else important?" ”

Leng Jia was very uncomfortable with this rhythm of conversation, and she stumbled very rarely.

"This, aren't you afraid that the news will be leaked out by me?"

Wen Qian's eyes were calm, and he did not deviate from it. "News is only valuable to those who are willing to believe, and those who believe will carefully weigh the pros and cons and know what they should and cannot do. In exchange for this, I don't suffer. ”

"Entrepreneurs are really cunning." Leng Jia's words are not good, whether it is praise or ridicule. "But it's not enough for me to speak, the 617 academic fraud incident is the most critical."

As for Zhang Yao, he just sat quietly in his seat, looked down at the wine glass, and didn't say a word.

Wen Qian was expressionless, and his face was calm.

"I don't really like the atmosphere of the bar, and if I don't have anything else important, I'll have to go to the office to deal with some urgent matters later."

Leng Jia smiled faintly: "If Chairman Isowen has time, I will visit him in person." Then I won't bother you, and go slowly-"

Wen Qian also turned to leave.

The soft piano sound resounded.

Leng Jia sighed, looked at Zhang Yao, and asked softly, "He used to have this character too?" ”

"No...... I do not know. Zhang Yao's expression was complicated.

She had a faint illusion, Wen Qianyi's neglect seemed to be a little too deliberate, as if she was desperately trying to hide some purpose, but she couldn't think of it, and she couldn't figure it out, and the words in her heart turned into a smile of relief.

Leng Jia couldn't understand Zhang Yao's relief.

Zhang Yao lowered her head, and her voice was very soft.

"Maybe that's who he really is." (To be continued.) )