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This was probably the first time that Meng Jin had gone out without his family.

Although the so-called far gate is only a little more than three hours from the provincial capital to the magic capital. The school bus took them from the alien dimension to the "disappeared" No. 26 Guangzhou Road. Then they returned to the normal three-dimensional sun, turned left and got on the subway, got off the subway and got on the high-speed train to the magic capital of Shanghai.

In the first-class cabin of the non-stop express to the magic capital, Meng Jin, Zhou Tang, Keke, and a girl named Zhang Xingzi sat opposite each other. When Meng Jin first heard this name, he felt that it had a bit of the flavor of an island country, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the person who called this name must also be the kind of lady or literary girl who is quiet and quiet. However, when they saw this girl, Meng Jin and Zhou Tang couldn't help but express their first image with a single word "eh".

This is a very "small" girl, she should have fallen behind in elementary school, and her appearance is slightly more mature, but it is also comparable to those junior high school girls. Dressed in a black gothic silk dress, it's like going to a Cosplay at a Comic-Con.

Probably this kind of appearance and dress should be very popular in the hearts of those weird Shu Li who have pedophilia. Meng Jin thought so.

"Cut. This ** guy. Zhang Xingzi, who was sitting diagonally opposite the child, snorted as soon as he got in the car.

"Huh?" When Meng Jin found that this childish little girl's gaze was staring at him tightly, he realized that the object of her cold snort just now was actually herself.

"Me?"

"Yes, that's you. The guy who has to put on a pullover and hat while sitting in the carriage. Zhang Xingzi's little legs hung in the air and kept swinging.

"I ...... Did you mess with you? Meng Jin turned around, and Zhou Tang beside him was pretending to sleep, and deliberately stuffed his headphones tightly. And Coco, on the other side, also deliberately lowered the blue big-brimmed hat. But the playful smile on the corner of his mouth is unobstructed.

"A college student, still learning the dress of a secondary 2 youth. Is it that you have been lonely in middle school, thinking that you have a superhuman heart but no one understands? Wearing the hat of the pullover looks very American-style, thinking that he has a few guns tied to his back like an agent, or is it the Chinese version of **Eminem, and he can put down the hat and make a fuss about Yoyo Chek? It's because of your ** behavior, do you know how many people are looking at us after getting in the car? Sensationalism, are you a clown? ”

Her speed of speech was very fast, as fast as the kind of "BBC_News_Online" material that Meng Jin found when he practiced his listening before, basically after reading a small news story for a few minutes, he could only hear a beginning and an end clearly, as for the content in the middle, it was probably accompanied by a few repetitive keywords, floating like a wind chime in the breeze. I didn't remember any details, at most I just had an impression of the general content.

And Meng Jin only heard the impression of "complaining" when she said such a paragraph in ten seconds.

Looking at us? At the end, Meng Jin, who heard it clearly, smiled helplessly. A passerby like me can almost disappear into thin air as long as he wears a hat. It's the little girl, your outfit and the cold, high-minded expression on your little face look very suspicious! Most of the people sitting in the first-class cabin of the high-speed rail are middle-aged people over 30 years old, and they will not express their understanding and appreciation for your anime-like dress like those post-95s and post-00s.

However, living with his stepmother and Ma Tianyu over the years has taught Meng Jin that silence is better than sound at this time. No matter how the other party talks about provocations, as long as you don't speak or respond, the other party will always find it boring.

Meng Jin saw Sachiko's slightly frowning brow, slowly pulled his hat up again, and turned his head to look at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window.

In October, Gangnam already has signs of autumn. Outside the window, the rice fields are already slightly golden. The wind blows the wheat, but it is exactly the same as described in the primary school text. The roads in the fields are full of motorcycles from young men and cheap cars bought by middle-aged people who have just become rich. The windows were open, and every few moments the car stopped to say hello to passers-by. It looks like a rural afternoon with leisure. Through the reflection of the windows, Meng Jin could also catch a glimpse of the middle-aged people in the carriage playing with mobile phones and iPads, and some of them were flipping through the magazines and newspapers provided in the carriage, which was also normal.

However, it seems that the real world is often not as simple as it seems.

At that night's freshman party, Meng Jin really saw the demons in the world for the first time. His three views have since been refreshed and restarted, so it is no longer possible to look around like those uncles in the field car and these white-collar workers in the carriage. Maybe the uncle will turn into a Delvi-level humanoid demon in the darkness of the night? Maybe the white-collar worker with gold-rimmed glasses is also a latent bloodline?

Meng Jin still remembers that a Harvard professor once said in a public class that the risk of studying philosophy is that once you enter this field, the world will never go back to what it used to be.

That's exactly what it is now. It's just that the risk is not that the philosophy students are torn between the famous philosophical paradoxes in their ordinary daily lives, but that there may be dark creatures like the skeleton soldier Cerberus who will pounce on you from behind, and then you will disappear completely in this seemingly ordinary world.

The sunlight outside the window is just right, which is suitable for a trip that is just right to go.

It's just that Meng Jin, who has always been more pessimistic, feels that maybe this is a desperate journey that he can't come back from gone.

After coming out of the high-speed rail station. Meng Jin's little heart couldn't help but get nervous, not because he was afraid of the demonic attack in broad daylight, but because of a few things that Coco explained before leaving.

What Meng Jin heard most clearly was that all the expenses of this mission would be deducted from the bounty for completing the mission. That is to say, in the end, a large part of the money will depend on the amount of expenses of the group. Meng Jin glanced at Zhou Tang, this guy should be regarded as the top second generation in China, could it be that when he was in the house, he chose those super five-star hotels without paying attention? Meng Jin glanced at Coco again, this girl can be regarded as a top star in the world, her travel standard will not be limited to the presidential suites of those super five-star hotels, right?

As for this mysterious Sachiko classmate, Meng Jin shuddered. Judging from her majestic style of more than 1.40 centimeters, she definitely won't have the same idea of finding a fast hotel as she does.

Meng Jin and Zhou Tang helped the girl drag four suitcases, large and small, and when they just stepped out of the station, they were stopped by four or five strong men in black suits. Without saying a word, they took the suitcase, which was like a soldier fighting for an ammunition box on the battlefield.

Coco and Sachiko were leisurely, and slowly walked to an elongated black Rolls-Royce and a Land Rover car in front and behind, which were illegally parked on the side of the street, under the escort of several other black-clothed men.

There was a lot of traffic at the high-speed rail station, but everyone looked curiously at the two girls and their huge posture along the way. Some frowned and secretly cursed the "rich dog", but most looked at the black limousine with envy. Even people who don't know how to drive know what the little angel at the front of the car represents, in China, this represents more than 10 million cash.

Meng Jin, who has always played the role of a passerby in a low-key manner, trotted ahead of Zhou Tang and got into the carriage. He doesn't want to be the protagonist, especially when the eyes that stare at his back aren't all kind.

As soon as I sat down, I saw a bottle of sparkling water imported from Japan taken out of the freezer on the edge of the seat. Just looking at this bottle with a chic shape that was as crystal clear as a work of art, Meng Jin probably guessed the price. What made him even more painful was that he sat in a luxury car with leather seats and handmade walnut wood stitching, and went to the Express Hotel to grunt a few nights in his throat, and he was completely stillborn.

The playful Coco seemed to understand the expression on Meng Jin's face, and smiled and showed that the travel of this mission was handled by Zhang Xingzi. Because she is a native of Shanghai, she doesn't have to worry about the cost.

"Oh." Meng Jin took a long breath, and at this time his mood was completely relaxed, and he became interested in the expensive sparkling water.

"Custom-made?" Zhou Tang, who got into the carriage, asked with interest.

"Last year's father's birthday, this was his own birthday gift." Sachiko-san habitually shakes her little short legs.

Perhaps in Meng Jin's eyes, more than two million luxury cars and more than ten million luxury cars are the same, and they can be divided into the ranks that he has not sat in. However, Zhou Tang is different, he is the eldest son, and there is also a Rolls-Royce phantom at home. But what interested him was that the Rolls-Royce, which had never been out of three rows, actually appeared in front of him. Then there is only one possibility of high-end customization.

The so-called high-end customization is a game exclusive to the rich. Those manufacturers will send their dedicated customer service managers to the door, listen to all the requirements of the distinguished customers with a smile and patience, and then go back to create the products they have in mind according to each request of the customer after swiping the card and receiving the check. For Rolls-Royce manufacturers, as long as you pay for it, let alone a three-row business luxury car, or to build a luxury tractor or a luxury fighter jet, he can perfectly complete the requirements. By the way, Rolls-Royce, a manufacturer in the United Kingdom, was originally a manufacturer of engines for aircraft.

Meng Jin heard Zhou Tang's almost inaudible explanation, and a wry smile appeared on his face. It seems that compared with these people, the Mercedes-Benz S350 driven by his father is really not much different from Hyundai taxis.

"Let's go home." Sachiko-san gave her order. The driver in front of him rang the engine when he heard it, and the power window used for the partition slowly raised.

In the most prime area of the Lujiazui financial and trade zone, three cars stopped at the same time.

Meng Jin stepped out of the car, and outside the door of a towering hotel in the CBD, dozens of uniformed staff lined up to greet him. Security guards stopped cars at both ends of the lobby. Looking at the posture, it seemed that it was specially to welcome the arrival of Meng Jin and the others.

"This? Didn't you say go to Sachiko-san's house? Meng Jin muttered across the red carpet, and then was dazzled by the golden splendor in the hotel lobby.

"That's what my family drives. The house is too chaotic, and I don't know half of the female stars who come and go out of my dad's room. I haven't been back to that home since I was in college. Stay here the same. Sachiko coldly threw out an explanation, and led the way into the elevator reserved for VIPs. Meng Jin, who followed behind her, saw that the staff members were all bent over with very respectful expressions, and completely regarded Meng Jin and the others as parents of food and clothing.

The assistant manager of the hotel personally picked up the driver and welcomed the young owner and her friends with a smile on his face. Two intimate butlers and 10 special waiters stood in a queue at the elevator entrance of the presidential suite on the top floor to welcome them.

"Is this the Grand Hyatt Hotel?" Standing on the balcony, looking at the Oriental Pearl Tower and the Huangpu River not far away, Meng Jin realized that this place was indeed much better than the express hotel.