Further away from the trash can is a pile of discarded wood, piled high enough to withstand the cold wind from the entrance to the driveway.

From the cracks, some newspapers and periodicals, such as paper or rags, were plugged.

In the middle of that pile of wood there was a small space, and various pieces of debris were piled up on the ground to form a thin mattress. A broken blanket rolled up a man, who was sleeping.

At one end of the blanket, traces of past handsomeness could be seen on the dirty face, and the exposed hair was shaggy and had not been repaired for several days, like a bird's nest.

No matter where they are, the homeless seem to be essential.

At the other end, there was the sound of footsteps at the entrance of the driveway, one after another, a bit like a drunken tango, stepping on a note that no one could understand, and in the moonlight, the shadow of the walk was getting longer and longer.

The sound of approaching footsteps awakened the homeless, who were alert to the outside world and opened their sleepy eyes.

He was half asleep and saw a young man with a slightly bent body passing by, his eyes glowing red.

The two looked at each other, and he closed his eyes again, yawned, and wanted to sleep.

I just saw a strange pair of eyes, red eyes?

A thought flashed through the homeless man's mind.

At first, he didn't pay attention, and he woke up with some strange noises. After all, there are several clubs nearby. Sometimes drunk cats will drag people into alleys.

He was tired of what was happening when someone passed by, and he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Walking on the path, Huang Pan was like a hunchbacked man, talking to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

"Don't kill him, he saw me." This is his original voice.

"No, no, no, I'm a principled pot spirit. His meat, although not smelly, is malnourished. He couldn't squeeze out much energy. Our goal is to have a nutritious person. "This time, the voice is like another person.

Looking closely, his eyes were distorted like a halfling, like smoke.

People who don't know him will surely think that he is a psychopath who plays two roles.

To say that he is a mentally ill person is rather a manipulated person, which is compelled by the concept of "bending" in the pot.

In the alley, there are only a few men and women. The man was a fat man of about 1.7 meters, wearing knee-length trousers, with a big belly, and his jacket stretched out to form a sloping track, with a thick chain tied around his neck, which was not to be ignored at night, sparkling with golden light.

The woman is a 1.8-meter makeup beauty, with a height difference with a fat person, wearing nasty high heels, a white skirt that can only be wrapped around the root of her thighs, long legs, and an upright upper body.

This couple, with their intimate manners and mutual support, the fat man's hand is still groping the woman's body, as if exploring the mystery.

"Dead ghost, don't worry, it's all yours tonight, well, someone, he's looking at me." Sister, I am a beautiful scenery of the city, and I can attract everyone's attention here. ”

Her drunken eyes blurred, and she stuck out a green nail and pointed at Huang Pan, who was walking towards the two men at the entrance of the alley.

"Of course, little beauty, Lao Tzu's eyes are very vicious, otherwise you would not have been chosen among the many sisters"

The big fat man rubbed his round buttocks, his spirit was average, and he was obsessed with beauty.

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Pan had already grabbed his hand.

Why, isn't the person who grabbed my hand the beautiful woman?

"Brother, why are you arresting me? Don't pull me. He tried to break free from Huang Pan's grasp.

The beautiful woman put her hand on Huang Pan's shoulder, gave him a kiss, and cast a charming look, she took Huang Pan's other hand and placed it on her.

"Handsome guy, this is where you should catch it, my sister looks at your clothes, it is estimated that there is no money in the family, my sister sends benefits, don't praise my sister, my sister is a good person" She was flirting.

What beautiful eyes, she saw Huang Pan's eyes, just like seeing rubies, she liked it.

She reached out to touch Huang Pan Bingbing's face, but was pushed away by Huang Pan, making her unsteady for a while and falling to the ground when she was drunk.

The beauty was startled at first, her hips and palms ached, but she did not lose her temper as usual.

A wonderful laugh rang out and floated around.

"Brother, what do you want me to do? I don't like men, I like sensual women, just like her. ”

The fat man raised his empty hand and waved his finger at the beautiful woman on the ground, his expression very lewd.

"Big baby, dear." The beautiful woman on the ground also flew kisses to the man, and it has become her professional instinct to pull the man all the time.

"Go there, don't pull?"

The big fat man couldn't help but walk towards the two-step path, and Huang Pan didn't make a sound, pointing to the alley.

"Oh bro, how do you know I'm going to pee?" The fat man looked down the alley.

"Wait a minute, beauty. I'll be back soon. The fat man said to the beautiful woman who stood up, put his hand on Huang Pan's shoulder, and walked towards the path, Huang Pan smiled.

"Big baby, I'll wait for you, hurry up." I'm hot right now. The beauty narrowed her eyes, raised her hand, and shook it, but she didn't want to say something definite.

"Wait, little wavehoof, I'll help you take it down when you get back." The fat man who walked to the path shouted angrily.

With light and fluttering steps, his body kept trembling, and soon, his hands were slightly open, as if to maintain a general balance, "I can fly." ”

She also heard the conversation coming from the alley, but she was immersed in her own world, slowly, trembling, and walking along the road.

"Brother, thank you, we're here, I'll do the rest myself." The fat man stopped to solve his personal problems.

But things didn't go his way, and Huang Pan still dragged him to the other end of the lane.

"Let go of me, let go of me, you goddamn pervert."

Because. Drunk, he didn't have enough strength to resist, but was dragged for such a long distance that he couldn't urinate.

I'm in a hurry. He closed his palms and punched him in the head, stopping him.

"Stinky boy, when I was the boss, you were still drinking pacifiers, not letting my brother pee, you want to fight."

He raised his head and looked up into Huang Pan's eyes. Before he fell unconscious, his thoughts were that his eyes were so red

Huang Pan clenched his fist and hit the fat man's head, and then, the fat man felt pain in his skull and fainted directly.

"Dishonest food, honest let me eat, how good." Pan said with his mouth open.

He reached out, slung the fat man on his shoulder, and walked to the other end of the path. They are strangely shaped. At first glance, compared to Huang Pan's thinner body, Huang Pan has the feeling of carrying Mount Tai.

Heavy footsteps, approaching gradually, not slowly, each step felt like stepping on the tip of a tramp's heart.

"Buddha bless you." In this highly Buddhist country, homeless people buried in blankets pray in their hearts.

What had just happened was right under his nose. Although he was not well educated, he thought it was not normal.

When he finds out that something is wrong, he wants to pretend to be a piece of garbage. He tried to escape, but it happened too suddenly and too late.

When the footsteps stopped in front of him, he was like a bird with a terrifying bow. His body suddenly fell into an ice cellar, shivering in a blanket.

As time went on, he felt like he had been tormented for years. He couldn't help but take off the blanket and look forward. His heart was shaken.

This, is he dead? After a while, he fainted.

As before, the roadway sounded again, and on a fixed rhythm, heading to the other end of the roadway.

"This meat is so unpalatable." It's an asset to him. Huang Pan opened his mouth and said.

At the entrance of the driveway, Huang Pan stopped and stopped where he was. A whisper seemed to linger in the doorway, as if it were an argument.

After three breaths, Huang Pan turned his head and looked at the homeless man with an evil smile, the flush in his eyes becoming even deeper.

He was gone, disappearing at the entrance, and soon there was a faint roar of engines on the road.

Lin Chen's residence.

In the basement, there are some triangular yellow flags on the ground. The pennant has a strange pattern on it. There are no fixtures. The yellow flag stood straight on the ground, and there was no wind coming towards it.