[People often lie to you.]

It's for you to understand

Sometimes, the only person you should trust is yourself]

At this time, it is past the rush hour, and there are not many vehicles on the road.

The avenues of the Old Town are far less crowded with pedestrians than those near the commercial centers, and are a paradise interspersed with endless traffic on the main thoroughfares.

Occasionally, the old man who went home with a basket of groceries, the high school students who hugged each other to go home from school, and the theater that had not arranged a large-scale performance for many years closed early.

The laid-back atmosphere slows down the pace of the street, like a sharp dividing line on the tense and busy atmosphere of the city.

Since the planning reform, the fork in the road where the street vendors are concentrated is no longer allowed to set up stalls without permission, and after several troubles, no result can be obtained, and it has become a foregone conclusion over time.

On that day, the oil-stained and antique carts finally disappeared from the stage of history, replaced by the entrance to the subway station with very low personal traffic, and only the blackened abandoned bus stop signs were left, witnessing the last carnival of people waiting in line in front of the stalls.

The façade signs along the street across the road are lit up before the street lights, taking the lead in bringing the city into the atmosphere of night, in fact, most of the city's night scene is supported by these facades, and then the lights of various commercial centers.

An Yiran's favorite thing is everything that belongs here.

About more than ten years ago, he was also one of the children waiting in front of the frying car with a few dollars of steel hammer, watching the honest uncle use a black tong to scoop up the fried things that were still dripping with oil from the pot, and his heart would well up with a different kind of happiness.

At that time, in his opinion, this chubby uncle who always had a simple smile was a magician from another world, and his pot was a medium with mysterious abilities, weaving a dream that could make him smile on the way from school every day with a sad face, and the key was that this dream tasted quite good.

Of course, after a vomiting and diarrhea, his mother completely forbade him to go to the roadside stalls to buy food, he was an obedient child when he was a child, and when he passed by here, he would look at this side of the road for a while.

Until one day, the place of the uncle with the cart was occupied by another egg roll seller, and he never saw the uncle again.

At that time, he would even be indignant for his uncle, and when he grew up, he would occasionally think about it, where did that uncle go?

Although it seems that he may be just a man busy on the street corner to make ends meet, just like the thousands of people in the city, it is just that he cannot meet millions of people one by one, and meeting does not mean that he is implicated, and implication does not mean that he is fetted.

In the end, those images are just things that belong to the child's memory, and maybe one day they will be blurred.

The flashing blue and white signage is particularly eye-catching on the street, and Lawson's first branch stands quietly in this almost forgotten corner, and unlike 711 at the entrance of the community, its agents seem to have a different understanding of the location choice.

Should it be said that it is better to have a literary fan, or that he will not be good at business, maybe not, just looking at the possibility of low rent is still the highest.

The figure of the man walking out of this convenience store looked a little sneaky, and he looked around from time to time, and was slightly relieved to see that there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

He was carrying a shopping bag with the blue Lawson logo in both hands, the large shopping bag was stuffed to the brim, the automatic door closed behind him, and the clerk at the counter cast a puzzled look at his figure.

The strangely dressed man came in almost as if he were looting, and he didn't look at the food and drinks on the shelves, and he packed a lot of them.

If it weren't for his extreme speed, he quickly put this large pile of things in front of the counter and took out a CMB golden sunflower card, and the clerk's hand would have pressed on the alarm.

Such an operation is almost like robbery.

Pulling down the hood of the sweatshirt on his head, there was still no coolness in the autumn season, sweat seeped out along the back of the gray cotton sweatshirt, and he kept tugging at the clothes stuck to his back, so as not to let himself die of heat on the street before he was caught.

This made him even more eye-catching, and the few pedestrians on the road looked at him strangely, with a pullover sweatshirt wrapped in a hat, big blue shorts, and a baggy flip-flops, and his eyes under the brim were slightly panicked, as if he felt a strange gaze from the surroundings.

"It's all Lao Zhang's guy!"

An Yiran scolded hatefully in his heart, and sweat kept sliding down the hair covered in the hat.

Before going out, Lao Zhang swore that I could go to the bank's VIP business hall for a walk, and I could go to the aquatic market to buy sea urchins, and the low-key luxury exposure rate was absolutely zero.

He lifted his leg and rubbed the ill-fitting slippers back, and the flip-flops were exaggeratedly printed with a Batman, showing an unstoppable expression towards An Yiran.

He puffed up his chest with some weakness, coughed dryly, and walked down the familiar street.

The streets of the old city are almost the same, not very wide on the road traffic and people will not be very large, although this street corner is a subway entrance, but there are really not many people who will get off at this small station, which also makes his hanging heart a little relaxed.

When An Yiran was a child, he would pass by here every day after school, and buy some junk food or something at the fork in the road that had not yet been rectified, and he still remembered the first time the school organized to go to the movie, and he came to the dilapidated theater across the road, the theater equipment was quite advanced at that time, and even the red carpet was laid out on the stairs in and out, and there would be a creaking sound when he walked on it, and he didn't know what kind of fiber the red carpet was made of.

The plastic shopping bag in his hand was a little unbearable, and he put two deep red marks on his hand, and the most terrible thing was the two dozen beers designated by Lao Zhang at the bottom of the bag, which occupied most of the weight.

If it weren't for Lao Zhang's sake, An Yiran really wanted to dump them all in the trash can on the side of the road.

Since they followed Lin Xiaojia and they were inexplicably wanted, a week has passed, and the police have determined that they are still hiding in this city, and in order to avoid pursuit, they have to change places every once in a while, as if they are fighting guerrilla warfare.

Of course, they still can't fight back, and this situation is unreasonable for those who are capable of it.

Neither can expose the ability in front of ordinary people, nor can you fight back against ordinary people, it is the rule of the organization, but An Yiran thinks about this rule is also very reasonable, if it is an capable person, he will casually face the waves on the street or something, this behavior is no different from letting monsters run all over the street at night, and the world may also be chaotic because of this.

Just like those old-fashioned Hong Kong films, there is an underground order, and the organization of the prophet is the order itself that belongs to the world of the able.

The activities of the night wreckage are becoming more and more frequent, and the locations of each haunt are far apart, and the movement is far less convenient than before.

As the leader of the local business, the situation of the Lego Group is even more severe, and it has nothing to do with terrorists, the stock of the head office has been suspended, countless branches and stores have been seized, and this high-ranking consortium has fallen into the abyss.

Of course, this is all on the surface, the essence of the Lego Group is the branch of the prophet, this part of the skills are unknown, so it has not been affected, but the same can not be a big fanfare, but also make the scheduling of many personnel face difficulties, the An system is still in a state of collapse, before it is restored, everything has to rely on the personal ability of the operators to solve.

Qi Tianling was more anxious than anyone else, he used to appear in the occasional rally, but now he didn't even come to the combat meeting, most of the cadres who used to work in the Legao Building are now scattered all over the city, replacing the collapsed An system, to complete intelligence gathering and regional surveillance.

The task of overall management fell to Qi Tianling alone, and Lin Xiaojia and others were responsible for the assault against the remains.

They have always been in an active posture, because of this incident, they have completely become underground workers, waiting for the big action of the night wreckage, but also to avoid the pursuit from the surface world.

He also remembers the first night of being wanted, they hastily moved to the apartment where the falcon lived.

To his surprise, all of them, except for himself, seemed to be accustomed to such a situation, but this was the first time An Yiran experienced the feeling of being awakened by a siren in his sleep.

"Why are you so skilled?!"

"Commonplace, homemade. ”

Lao Zhang would usually impatiently cover the street lights that spilled in from outside the curtains, pull the quilt sideways, and no longer pay attention to him. The sirens in the distance faded inaudible, but it was destined to be a sleepless night for him.

Lao Zhang was lying at his feet, his body was about to occupy his territory completely, An Yiran stood on tiptoe and stepped lightly in Lao Zhang's limbs, he walked out of the small bedroom, opened the simple freezer in the small living room, and finally found a can of Suntory canned coffee in the dense beer cans.

With one hand on the can, he collapsed on the portable sofa in front of the small balcony.

The aroma of creamer overshadows the bitterness, which is not bad for a canned coffee, and he sipes it one bite after another, thinking about things that he doesn't have time to think about during the day.

At the beginning, Lin Xiaojia said that he could live as a normal person? Now it has evolved into a realistic version of a police movie, and he is a bandit, so he rushed out into the street and yelled at the heavily armed police officers: "Look at my harmless face!

After thinking about it, forget it, anyway, it seems that the building really collapsed because of itself, how can you deny this?

Qi Tianling promised him that he would let special personnel protect his mother, but he was slightly relieved at this point, the only thing that made him unable to let go was about his own state.

What is hidden in his body?