After getting off the plane, Lin Qing felt that the local airport was particularly dirty, small and dilapidated, like a long-distance bus station she had never seen before.

Except for the passengers who had just disembarked from the plane, the locals were all ragged and panicked, and she suddenly did not know where she had arrived.

In the state of a bunch of people, Lin Qing stumbled, almost unsteady, and it took all her strength to get her suitcase, she dragged the huge suitcase, looked around blankly, helplessly trying to find a taxi.

Taxis here are sporadic and not like some places where there are long queues at airports where every inch of land is at a premium.

Happened to see a car that also looked like a black car, Lin Qing hesitated whether to get on it, and the few taxis that were already small in time were all taken by others first.

Seeing that the airport was gradually empty, and the sky was getting dark, she began to panic a little, and finally another taxi drove over, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and beckoned to get in the car.

The driver's face is fierce, looks like a variety of criminals, Qinghao didn't dare to say much, the English-speaking driver shook his head and said he didn't understand, she had to take out the address of the hotel to show the driver, the driver nodded, all kinds of detours.

Looking out the window, the city was in ruins, and the taxi she was in seemed to walk through the ruins of a demolished house.

It took a long time to arrive at the hotel that Mrs. Man had booked for Lin Qinghao in advance.

It was the same gray scene, and the lady at the front desk pounced on it wearing this behemoth, which scared Lin Qing a lot.

She steadied, "Is this the Mandolan Hotel?" ”

After speaking, she reacted again, and showed the paper with the name of the hotel written on it, the female receptionist couldn't understand it, nodded violently, and had nothing to say, and led Qinghao upstairs with a fart.

The elevator is in disrepair, there are not enough people, and the female receptionist wears many hats, not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and dragged a suitcase about the same size and weight as her to the second floor.

Lin Qinghao has gone all the way, and she no longer has any illusions about the room.

When she entered the door, the waitress was shaking off the dirt on the dusty sheets, floating a layer of suspended matter, Lin Qing really didn't want to go in, so she stood in the corridor for a while.

After the hostess left, Lin Qinghao found that the door lock was also broken, she didn't have the strength to negotiate with the hostess anymore, simply washed, pushed the boxes and chairs to the door to block the door, although the air was filled with damp musty smell, but the sleepiness of the road hit her, she still fell asleep quickly.

Early the next morning, Lin Qing went out to have some breakfast.

When she went downstairs, she didn't see the hostess, the whole hotel was silent, she had to go to the street to try her luck, and after a few steps, someone actually shot each other on the street, it was a real gun!

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Lin Qing was so taken aback, she hurriedly retreated behind a wall, her heart was beating fast, she never thought that she would see the shootout with her own eyes.

Just when Lin Qing was at a loss, someone hugged her shoulder, and she was startled, thinking that she had met a bad person.

Looking up, I bumped into Sheng Jiahui's eyes as deep as a pool of water, and there was a little tiger in a black leather coat behind him, Lin Qing's nervousness and fear for two days disappeared in an instant, and the strength she was holding on to collapsed on the spot, she cried bitterly in Sheng Jiahui's arms, as if she had cried all her grievances.