After a brief grooming, I put on my makeup and took my things, put on a cap and prepared to go out.

Before opening the door, I glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and the hour hand pointed to six, at this point, the other party should be open.

There was no light in the hallway, the brim of her hat was low, and her body was hidden in a wide puffer jacket, like a shadow.

As soon as I went downstairs to the door of the unit, a person came across the fork in the courtyard, also wearing a peaked cap.

The tall young man, most of his face was hidden in the shadow circled by the brim of his hat, she felt a little familiar, and for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen it, so she couldn't help but look at it twice. However, the other party did not squint the whole time, only whispered "borrowed" when passing by her, and kept turning up the stairs.

She walked all the way to the entrance of the community.

is accustomed to living behind his identity, and when he is suddenly pushed into the crowd, anyone can see it, like being stripped of his skin, shrunk in a down jacket with makeup, and holding a knife hidden in his sleeve with a hand in his pocket.

Finally getting into the taxi, she told the driver to go to the Nanguang Road Internet café.

The driver was obviously a little curious about the little girl's going to the Internet café early in the morning, and while glancing through the mirror from time to time, he accosted her: "Is the girl going to find someone, or is she going to work over there?" ”

Sheng Zheng didn't speak, and the driver stopped talking in a funny way, and drove the car all the way to the destination.

She paid for the car and walked down the nearby alley, stopping at a nondescript staircase entrance in a row of storefronts. The staircase was breathing hard in the cracks between the left and right stores, and I really didn't notice it if I wasn't paying attention.

Early in the morning, there was no light at the door, and the narrow corridor was black and rumbling, like a foraging mouth.

Sheng Makeup walked in, went up two flights of steps, and stopped at the corner of the second floor. It was still an entrance without surprises, a black thick leather curtain, and she reached out to push it, but it was effortless.

The walls inside are separated by two parts, the area on the left is much larger than the right, and more than a dozen computers are placed at a certain distance, and the right side is framed with frosted glass, so you can't see the inside.

She looked around before she found the checkout counter, just one, in the corner on the left hand side of the curtain, inconspicuously stacked with composite panels, and the person sitting in it showed only half of his face, and had been observing her since just now, and now the two of them met their eyes, and the other showed a smile first.

***

Hou Liang has stayed up all night.

This place was bought down by him three years ago, because of the location of the cheap rent, he took the opportunity to kill a wave of prices, coupled with the particularity of the business, the Internet café charges expensively, so the first month of opening the store returned to the capital, and then it was almost a pure profit.

The reason why this Internet café can be opened, in addition to boldness, is indispensable for social relations - it is specially designed to receive those who do not have ID cards, or want to use the Internet to escape supervision, in order to engage in gray business, so it is open from night to morning, and the fee is 100 times that of the regular Internet café outside.

Hou Liang has been mixed in various local areas of the network all the year round, shallow sea and deep network, which has not only expanded the channels for this Internet café to connect with various transactions, but also become a news broker.

Three hundred and sixty lines, each with its own specialty, the so-called broker, the popular saying two dealers, also called brokers, the ancients: warp, the longitudinal line of the fabric; Ji, find out the clue of the scattered line. The word brokerage seems to have the meaning of threading the needle. To wear the lead, you need to be wired, but not everyone in the real world has this way, so the industry of matchmaking was born.