Han Ziqing didn't encounter a kind hitchhiker along the way, but fortunately, he was in good health and would not faint on the side of the road due to blood loss. By the time he arrived in the city, it was nearly dusk, and a huge remnant sun in the sky shone on Jinhua.

He walked towards the place of the rendezvous, which stood in a dance hall not far from the city office. The time on the ticket should be ten o'clock in the evening.

At dusk, the city center is lit up with various lights, and the neon lights cover the whole city at night, which looks indescribably gorgeous. Han Ziqing covered his face, he knew his identity now, and it was very dangerous to wander around the city bureau.

It seemed that this banquet had started early, so Han Ziqing found a deserted water bar and waited in a corner of the room. This was Feng Yuan's advice to him before leaving, he clutched the bill tightly in his hand, and the graffiti-like painting made him look at it and his heart beat wildly.

It's not going to be a joke, is it?

But sometimes he thinks that it's a joke, and if it's a trap, then he's really stuck in it. Han Ziqing looked left and right, he stared around all the time, but he didn't find the so-called "ambush".

As his breathing grew heavier, he only felt his heart pounding faster and faster.

This feeling lasted for a long time, knowing that Han Ziqing felt that he was about to run out of breath. He began to remember that when he changed his outfit and left the bathroom, there was no one in the bar.

It was as if no one had ever been here, and there were a few pairs of wine utensils on the table, and there was still residual heat on the tables and chairs. But Han Ziqing felt that all this seemed to be a dream of his own, which was too unreal.

Feng Yuan, gone. Lin Yinzhi and Miss Fu also disappeared without a trace. When he arrived in the city in a daze, he watched as he walked through the huge jungle and arrived at this city full of skyscrapers, and he tried countless times to convince himself to go back to the city bureau to explain clearly.

But I suppressed this mood countless times.

Han Ziqing once again took out the silver-gray pistol from his chest. Of course, the pistol was the one left for him by the master, but he didn't bring anything else, and when he came to the banquet, he only felt that the air was going to freeze.

This tension is more painful than a stab in the body. Just as he was thinking like this, the corner of Han Ziqing's eyes set off the dim sunset on the street, and a familiar figure passed through the crowd.

Han Ziqing was a little stunned, but he felt that he knew this person. The figure was fleeting, and in a moment it disappeared into the crowd like a drop of water melted into the ocean.

Han Ziqing covered his mask, took a few steps and made a step, hurriedly paid the bill at the front desk, and immediately chased the figure over. The figure, dressed in a hooded blouse and gray-white jeans, crossed a small road at the edge of the city office, and there were fewer and fewer people nearby.

When Han Ziqing came to his senses, they had already turned into a small alley where there were no people. Han Ziqing was about to ask a question, but his back suddenly stopped and turned around.

Han Ziqing was stunned, this person turned his face, but his face was the same as himself, covered with a jet-black mask, and his eyes were shining darkly. Han Ziqing understood why he had such a strong sense of déjà vu, the decoration behind this figure was especially like the group of "private soldiers" who cleaned up the battlefield that night.

Seeing Han Ziqing's puzzled eyes, this person folded out a few gaps on his face, wrinkles broke out on his soft face, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

"Take it out." His voice sounded like it came out of a copper kettle.

"Take it out?" Han Ziqing was a little hairy

Confused, this man was a little impatient.

"Tickets." He only said one word, but to Han Ziqing's ears, it was like five thunderbolts.

He immediately realized that this was what Feng Yuan had told him, and the "Snake Dance Banquet" might be about to start soon. He did not dare to slack off, and immediately took out a ticket from his pocket, which was covered with graffiti-like strokes.

Han Ziqing handed over the bill, sweating on his forehead. After all, he couldn't tell whether this thing was real or fake. Maybe Feng Yuan didn't plan to give himself a real one in the first place. As soon as he thought of this, Han Ziqing became even more panicked.

In a panic, the man wearing a mask took the bill and checked his eyes, and suddenly stretched out an arm, his smock was very wide, and this hand appeared as if out of thin air, which really scared Han Ziqing. His wrists were tightly clasped and he couldn't break free for a while.

"You are Han Ziqing." The man's eyes lit up.

Han Ziqing was a little panicked, he didn't know how he was recognized, and he didn't even know why he was attracted here. He looked around, and here were the feet of two abandoned and unfinished buildings to be repaired, not to mention pedestrians, and there was not even a decent road.

Han Ziqing finally understood why he came to such a roundabout place.

"How do you know who I am?" Han Ziqing made up his mind to ask for clarification, even if he probably couldn't afford the price.

The man's fingers stretched out, and the two index fingers and middle fingers, which were so slender that only the bones were connected, clamped the bill, he trembled, Han Ziqing could see that a few lines were written on the bill crookedly.

"What is this?" Han Ziqing didn't figure it out.

The man grinned.

"Your code name." With the other palm that grabbed Han Ziqing's wrist, he pulled Han Ziqing's hand out, and the bill between his two fingers was slammed into Han Ziqing's hand.

"Take it, it's your credentials." The man laughed, and the laughter was still ringing in the stuffy pot, and the sound was echoing everywhere. Han Ziqing heard that there were some people, the man covered his head with the hat on his hoodie, and walked forward with his neck locked.

Han Ziqing was stunned, but the man had already urged.

"Come here." His voice was very hoarse, Han Ziqing hesitated for a moment, knowing that he had no choice, so he hurriedly followed.

The man took Han Ziqing through the streets.

To say kit coincidence, Han Ziqing grew up in this city since he was a child, but he was never familiar with the road in front of him, a few minutes ago, he was still walking on a familiar street, the street is very wide, and it is close enough to the city bureau. But after following this man for a few minutes, Han Ziqing no longer knew which alley he had turned into.

"Listen up." The man spoke as he led the way. "After the banquet starts, call me Master Hat."

"Hat?" Han Ziqing looked the slender man up and down, he really didn't see where the "master" was. "Why is it called that?"

"Hat" stood still, his shoulders shaking.

"Do you want to die?" He turned his head, his eyes cold. "If you don't want to, don't ask why."

Han Ziqing restrained his curiosity, he didn't want to have a conflict before he came into contact with the enemy. Seeing that Han Ziqing was a little more honest, the "Hat Master" said quietly: "Your name is 'Mr. Traitor', remember." ”

"Huh?" Before Han Ziqing understood, the "Hat Master" had already flown away, he hurried and hurried to catch up, a few steps to follow, the gray figure of the "Hat Master" flashed and moved in the gray sky, and if he was not careful, it seemed that he was going to lose the "Hat Master".

As soon as Han Ziqing caught up, he still couldn't help but ask

"Isn't the banquet held in a ballroom?"

"Ballroom?" "Hat" scoffed disdainfully. "Do you know what the purpose of this ball is? Mr. Traitor? ”

Of course, Han Ziqing didn't like this name, and he didn't understand why he had to add such a code name to his name. But he understood that this banquet was not simple, and at this moment, the words left by Feng Yuan came to his mind, behind this ball, there was an underground struggle for power between the major forces.

"I don't know." Han Ziqing didn't answer honestly, he hooked his eyes, and looked at the back of the "hat master" intently, I don't know why, he always felt that this back had eyes, and looked at himself from time to time.

"You really don't know?" The "Hat Master" walks like a fly, but Han Ziqing's steps are not slow, but he is not as skilled as the "Hat Master", and following the "Hat Master", Han Ziqing is still a little difficult.

Han Ziqing only thought about saying a few more words, but the "hat master" said: "You will naturally understand when you arrive." ”

"When will it arrive?" Han Ziqing asked.

"Now." "Master Hat" turned the back of the last alley, stood still in place, Han Ziqing followed, not far away, an old house that looked crumbling, the structure of a six-story small building, the thin steel bars that were eroded by the wind, and the steel ladder bracket that whimpered and wailed, looked older than Han Ziqing's grandfather.

"Here?" Han Ziqing asked yes, but no one answered.

He looked left and right, where was the shadow of the "hat master" who took him all the way? Not even the smell left. Han Ziqing suddenly felt a chill from his heart to his back, and this feeling was fleeting, because the next moment, a face that had been cut by a knife and axe was shallowly scratched.

"Guest?" His voice sounded like he was crying. But I'm afraid that ordinary people really can't cry like this.

Han Ziqing frowned, and before he could say anything, the man seemed to have recognized him.

"I know you." As he said this, he showed his figure, and his body was like a cold light, cold reminiscent of winter snow, but snow was not so cold. This man's body looks very soft, but it has a bitter and hateful horse face, and the two large scars crisscrossing the face are particularly eye-catching.

"You're Mr. Traitor." As he spoke, he approached Han Ziqing, there was not a single hair on the top of his head, he was bare, he licked his tongue at the corner of his mouth, and his face seemed to have moss or something.

Han Ziqing smiled bitterly, he didn't even know this title, but it seemed to have spread.

"You are alone, with the entire police force wiped out, and you are the only one left in the end. I'm a ghost horse. As he spoke, he pretended to shake from side to side in front of Han Ziqing, and his body that looked weak couldn't help but be unable to hold his shape.

"Are you here to step on some too?" Onima said.

Han Ziqing didn't know what "stepping on" meant, but soon, Ghost Horse Noodles had already answered him.

"This time I divided the territory of the shark, and a traitor Mr. came out of thin air hehe, but this place is not yours, I have been staring at it for a long time, everything pays attention to a first come, first served, you just killed one hundred and eighty people, and my name of ghost horse face is really not afraid of you." The ghost horse face had words in his mouth, but there was a frightened look on his face.

"It's you!" One moment ago, he was still dismounting, but the next moment, he could not hide the fear on his face, but the object of this fear was not Han Ziqing, but the person behind Han Ziqing.

Han Ziqing turned his face away, and his face became even more ugly.