In a corner not far from the hotel, a man smoking a cigarette was waiting in the alley, and a dilapidated motorcycle was parked next to him, which looked like second-hand goods from the thrift market, and the front and rear lights of the car were broken.

The man was not in a hurry, he smoked a cigarette all the time, and looked at the opposite restaurant from time to time, and the three people sitting by the window to eat, the identities of those three people were recognized by him at first sight, and the reason why Liu Yunzhao invited them was also his idea.

As for the car accident, it was not said by a so-called painter friend at all, it was the man who told Liu Yunzhao.

This man is the person who painted in the warehouse before, and there are still traces of oil paint on his overalls, which seem to have been washed many times, and Liu Yunzhao is the one who went to his warehouse to ask for paintings and give him living expenses.

The relationship between them has been completely reversed, Liu Yunzhao doesn't know what handle is in the hands of the man, and now he is no longer commanding, but has become cautious, and even obedient a lot. Men look like they're in charge.

Liu Yunzhao trotted all the way to the alley, turned around to make sure that Yun Yeyao couldn't see here, and then whispered the result of the invitation, and the smoking man glanced at him and said, "Okay, as soon as you receive their call, you will give me back in time." ”

"Hey, why do you have to look for them, the three of them look very powerful, will they even be exposed to our previous secrets!" Liu Yunzhao was very uneasy, and anxiously asked the man who was smoking.

But the man didn't seem to take his words to heart, but walked towards the motorcycle, frowning and thinking about what he should do next, for Liu Yunzhao's question, he didn't even bother to listen, let alone answer.

Liu Yunzhao watched the smoking man ride away on a motorcycle, he stood in place, clenched his fists, and spat out curses between his fat lips, as if he had a great hatred for the man, until he found that someone was looking at him at the entrance of the alley, and then left in a hurry.

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Three months ago, in the early hours of the morning, on the balcony on the second floor of a small high-rise building, a leisurely woman was teasing the black cat at home, she kept stroking the hair on the top of the black cat's head, and made a slight sound in her mouth, as if she was talking to the black cat, and seemed to be talking to herself.

In front of the woman was a small round table, the surface of which was white and refreshing, and on which lay a vase with lavender printed on it, and no doubt a bouquet of lavender in the vase, which had been given by her lavender-loving boyfriend, who was a painter.

The profession of a painter is neither good nor bad in the eyes of women, it is just a little more artistic, but women never disdain to look at the things painted by their boyfriends, mainly because they think the selling price is too low, and the picture is not good-looking. Although she doesn't care whether the people around her are rich or not, having a boyfriend who can't make money is not a face-saving thing in the sister circle.

So now, the woman has kept this relationship a secret, and she hopes to wait for her boyfriend's paintings to sell well before showing them off. And the woman herself, who has a decent job, works as a white-collar worker in a huge joint venture, and gets several times more wages per month than her boyfriend.

At this moment, the black cat barked and wanted to leave the woman's arms, but the woman did not want to let it go, one hand tightly grasped the fur on the back of the black cat's neck, and raised her voice a little and said, "Don't move, be good." ”

The black cat seemed to be able to understand the hostess's words, and then lay down quietly, looking at the hostess with a pair of large glass-colored eyes, and there seemed to be a little doubt in the eyes.

'Do you know what I'm thinking? The woman asked the black cat softly, but she didn't want to answer her question, she just didn't have anything to say.

Soon she fell into deep thought again, forgetting all about the topic just now, the breeze blew into the open window, the woman felt a slight coolness on her body, she persevered for a while, and finally put down the black cat, walked over and was about to close the window, but just as the woman's fingers touched the window frame, two sharp things pierced the tips of her fingers.

Blood poured out of the wound in an instant, the woman stopped, put her finger in her mouth, and then looked at the windowsill, she didn't seem surprised by the injury just now, but showed a strange smile, and said to the empty windowsill: "It's you!" I didn't say hello when I came...... Come in, the water is ready for you. ”

Instead of closing the window, the woman opened the sash wider, as if to let something in, and then she herself returned to the edge of the table, picked up a clear glass, and poured the water from the cup into the small bowl used by the black cat on the floor.

The black cat sat silently on the side, watching her movements, without any reaction, and on the windowsill, there was the sound of something crawling.