At night, in a small alley, the dim street lamps flickered and flickered, and finally went out directly.

Qin Zhi suddenly appeared there holding the qin, listening to the noise of the whistle on the street outside the alley, looking at the surrounding high-rise buildings, and his breath was cold: "Little 8? ”

"Don't panic, this is a modern world, you may be very unfamiliar, but in the future, you will go to more strange places, and listen to me ......one by one."

Heavy footsteps came.

A man who was staggering with the smell of alcohol leaned against the wall, and as he walked, he also held his glasses, very painful: "Ah...... Damn, sooner or later I'm going to get it back, damn, you actually poured it on me, hmm. ”

He crouched down and retched a few times.

Qin Zhi's five fingers are placed on the strings.

Little 8: "Don't, this is a society governed by the rule of law, serve, don't do it." ”

Qin Gong: "......"

He staggered to his feet, and then he saw Qin Shi not far away, a little blurry, but he could still see the ancient costume she was wearing: "Neurotic, wearing ancient costumes at night to hang out, want to be scary?" ”

Qin Gong: "......"

Little 8: "Don't worry about drunks. ”

She leaned sideways and gave way.

He shook past her, and slowly retreated, staring at the qin in her hand: "This is the guqin?" How is it so small? Hmm, it's so exquisite, I'll take a look at ......."

As soon as his hand was about to touch the piano, she withdrew it with one hand, grabbed his neck with the other hand and pushed him against the wall, her voice cold and hard: "Who gave you the courage to dare to touch my piano?" ”

Xiao 8 was very flustered: "Calm, servitude, calm." ”

His back slammed against the wall, his glasses fell off because of it, his dark eyes were pure and blank, his brows were furrowed, and his throat moved: "Hmm-uncomfortable." ”

Little 8: "Let go, he's going to throw up!" ”

Qin Gong quickly let go, and retreated sharply with light skills.

The next moment he fell to the ground and threw up.

The corners of her lips tightened, and she was very displeased: "Where is the mission goal?" "It's better to hurry up and finish the task and get out of this strange place.

"The mission hasn't appeared yet, and it's ......" Little 8 hesitated how to speak.

At this time, the man had finished vomiting, stood up against the wall, looked weak, had just taken two steps and then collapsed, and the contents of his coat pocket fell out, making a crisp sound on the ground.

Qin Gong turned his head, and the street lamp that had been extinguished suddenly flashed again, and the white jade flute lay quietly on the ground, exuding a faint luster.

She stepped forward and picked up the white jade flute: "Little 8." ”

Xiao 8 affirmed: "It's the white jade flute that Ah Lang possessed and disappeared together after stepping on the snow." ”

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of her skirt, his head confused: "That's, it's mine, heirloom, return it, give it back to me." ”

She lowered her head and looked at him condescendingly: "Who are you?" Where did you get this flute? ”

"Mine, heirloom, mine."

“……”

Under Xiao 8's instructions, she dragged him out of the alley with one hand and stood on the street. Everything in front of her was unfamiliar, but there was no panic on her face, just a cold look in her eyes.

"Servant, stretch out your hand."

Her harp was already on her back, and at this moment one hand pressed the drunkard, and the other hand reached out.

A car pulled up in front of them.

Little 8: "Do you see that?" I punctuated you, you pull it open, and sit in. ”

She reached out and felt for a bright red dot on the green door, and pulled it out, and the door opened, revealing a small green object in her hand.

Little 8: "......"

Qin Zhi threw the things in his hand on the ground without changing his face, stuffed the drunk into the car, sat in it himself, and closed the car door under the guidance of Xiao 8, but he didn't dare to use force this time.

The driver kept holding the steering wheel and waiting for them to get into the car, but he didn't pay attention to her movements, so he naturally didn't know that his car door was bald: "Where are you going?" ”

Qin Gong pushed the drunkard: "Where is your home?" ”

He said vaguely: "Maple Forest Community......"

The driver couldn't help but look back at them, and then started the car: "Beauty, are you a star?" Just finished filming? I secretly thought in my heart, maybe the little star wanted to climb into bed.

There was no response, and he didn't say anything more, speeding up. Forget it, don't mix it up with this kind of thing.

Qin Gong: "This cart is much faster than a horse-drawn carriage. ”

Little 8: "Of course, this is a taxi ......" It began to popularize this modern basic common sense with her.

Qin Gong: "......" doesn't understand very well.

"It's here," the driver stopped, "fifteen." ”

She opened the car door very skillfully, got out of the car first, and then pulled the drunk out with a rough movement, and closed the car door "gently".

The driver pulled down the window: "Beauty, a total of fifteen, cash or WeChat?" ”

Although she didn't know what cash WeChat was, she still understood what he meant, and she pulled the drunk next to her: "Give money." ”

His head was groggy and he wanted to sleep, and when he heard her words, he took a purse out of his pocket and handed it over.

Xiao 8 saw her open her wallet, and quickly told her that the eyes of the banknotes in it represented the share, and by the way, she euphemistically mentioned that she broke someone else's car door, which can be compensated for meaningfully.

……

After taking the money, the driver drove away, saw someone waving in front of him, and hurriedly stopped.

The people outside looked strange: "Master, your car is bald, let's go repair it." ”

Driver: "......" No wonder the little star gave him so much extra money.

……

Forcing the drunk to stay awake and lead the way, Qin Zhi sat on the elevator without changing his face, and saw that his fingers darkened on something by the door and the door opened, and he didn't show surprise and followed him into the door.

As soon as he entered, he lay on the couch, and no matter how much she kicked him, he wouldn't get up.

Little 8: "Forget it, let him sleep, I'll talk to you about the world." ”

Qin Gong: "You've said a lot, but I don't understand what I haven't seen." ”

Little 8: "...... It's okay, you start groping around his room first, and I'll come with you. ”

“……”

……

When Fu Ying woke up, it was already noon, his headache was like it was about to burst, and his stomach was hungry and panicked, he got up and poured himself a glass of boiling water from the water dispenser, and the memory before losing consciousness came back little by little, and the picture was frozen in the alley where he was choked by the neck and pressed against the wall and then vomited.

Suddenly, the taste of boiling water in the mouth became a little astringent.

Qin Gong spent the first half of the night studying the equipment in his room, and later turned on his computer to study with the help of Xiao 8, and did not stop until dawn.

The general lay on the bed and slept for a while, and then he felt him wake up.

How does it feel to come out of your bedroom with a woman in a period costume and a guqin on her back?

In short, Fu Ying was greatly frightened and coughed violently.

She stood in front of him and raised the white jade flute: "Where did you get this flute?" ”

"Why is my flute with you?" He put down the cup and wiped the moist corners of his lips, "Why are you in my house?" ”

"Where did you get this flute?" She repeated.

"What my father gave me is our family heirloom, and it has been passed down for more than ten generations," he stretched out his hand, and a stiff smile hung on his handsome face, "It's not very valuable, can you give it back to me?" ”

She stared at him coldly, and after a moment of silence, she returned the white jade flute to him.