At two o'clock in the morning, there was silence on the street.

In front of the small villa marked 483, a black figure appeared silently, he raised his head and seemed to confirm the number, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Gently step forward and slowly stretch out your hand.

A circular hole suddenly appeared in the intact door, and the man put his right hand down the hole, touched it slightly to the left, and with a click, the lock was easily opened.

He gently pushed the door open and walked in slowly.

The room was quiet, and two breaths came from the bedroom, and they slept peacefully.

The clock in the living room is ticking, the kitchen faucet is leaking, every few seconds there is the sound of water droplets hitting the washbasin, the refrigerator vibrates slightly, and the compressor shakes the floor a little.

In the silence of the night, the footsteps of the figures are clearly audible, but they are not at all abrupt in the midst of these sounds.

He walked slowly into the bedroom, where two people were sleeping soundly on the bed.

The woman seemed to be having a nightmare, her expression was distorted, her movements were a little struggling, and she waved her arms from time to time and made strange whining sounds. The man frowned, and seemed to feel very uncomfortable.

He walked straight to the head of the bed, where a delicate brass teapot sat quietly.

Stretching out his hand, he gently lifted the teapot, and without seeing any movement from him, a small door suddenly opened in the space next to his right arm, revealing a small space of 50 centimeters square.

He gently placed the teapot inside, and the door of the space gradually closed, leaving a hole the size of a coin on the inside of his right hand.

He raised his hand, looked at the little hole with some strange looks, and reached in a finger.

From the outside, it looks like you have put your fingers into your wrist, which is extremely weird.

He seemed satisfied, and made a gesture like a curtain call for a drama actor to the two who were still asleep on the bed, and then slowly left the house.

The whole process did not alarm anyone, came silently, and left silently.

Finally, he closed the door and walked down the street into the distance.

The light of the street lamp gradually dispelled the shadows and revealed his true face.

This is a man in his twenties, of medium build, medium height, not very handsome, but very attractive, with some dark skin, but it is also obvious that he is Asian.

His name is Qi Shan, and before yesterday, he was still a North Drifter.

He wasn't an actor, he just worked there as a salesman, spending three hours a day commuting to work, tired like a dog, but only having enough to eat.

What the? Buying a house?

It had evolved from a dream to a fantasy, and a year after stepping into society, he had stopped dreaming about it.

Walking along the street for about a kilometer, I found a bar with the lights still on.

The life of the American imperialists is really decaying, and at this time there are bursts of cheers in the bar, which is obviously the time to be lively.

As soon as Qi Shan pushed open the door, he heard the deafening sound of music.

People looking for passion in it, writhing to the music, or doing all sorts of crazy things in the corners.

He saw a girl running out of the private room with her bare buttocks, and then she was carried back by the big man who was in hot pursuit.

She screamed, but the people around her cheered loudly.

That's how crazy the world is.

Squeezed all the way to the bar along the edge, and every time he saw a foot blocking the way, Qi Shan always stomped hard without hesitation, and left quickly before hearing the screams of pain.

"Want to have a drink? Brat! ”

"Give me a beer!"

The bartender glanced at Qi Shan and said lightly, "Two dollars!" Prepayment! ”

Qi Shan was happy, and it was really Meidiha.

He reached into his arms, slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the table, and looked at him calmly.

The bartender tilted his head, "Well, you're the boss!" ”

Then he turned around, took a beer, and took the money away, without mentioning the slightest change.

Qi Shan smiled, took a sip of the beer, frowned, set it aside, and then shifted his attention to the space.

The brass teapot inside is really shaking and spraying money outward, and a thin layer of hundred-yuan bills has been paved in the space, I don't know how many.

The bar, sure enough, is a gathering place of sin and depravity, and there are many emotions here that brass teapots are like.

Some familiar movie viewers may have guessed that, yes, this is the world of the movie "Brass Teapot".

It's an ordinary world, but there's a magical brass teapot that absorbs and converts into hundred-dollar bills whenever the teapot senses negativity around it.

And Qi Shan is a person who travels from the real world and steals the brass teapot from the home of the hero and heroine.

It happened very suddenly, without warning.

It was just an ordinary day, he climbed into bed and didn't dream, but when he woke up, he found that his spirit could connect to a small space 50 centimeters square, and he knew very well that he had the ability to shuttle through movies.

"Brass Teapot" is the first world, and it is also the place where Qishan's dream takes off.

"Hey, handsome, would you like to treat me to a drink?"

The one who came over to talk was a girl with heavy makeup, blonde hair, and a relatively beautiful face, but her figure was seriously out of shape, and her light green jeans obviously didn't fit, even in the dim light, Qi Shan could clearly see the purple marks on her waist.

"Of course! What do you want to drink yourself! ”

Qi Shan replied with a smile.

"What a gentleman you are!"

The girl looked a little excited, and hurriedly slapped the bar and shouted, "Jack! Over here, Jack! Bring me a Bloody Mary! Today I met a gentleman! ”

The bartender walked over, handed her a glass of wine, and glanced at Qi Shan without speaking.

Qi Shan watched the girl swallow a glass of wine and screamed to express his pleasure, "My name is Jennifer, what about you?" ”

"You can call me Hannibal!"

"Hannibal? It's a pseudonym, but forget it. Well, for the sake of your good looks, I can go with you tonight, but I said in advance, you will pay the room fee! ”

Jennifer pouted and was straight to the point.

"I think you're mistaken!" Qi Shan smiled: "For a foreigner, a lady has other useful places in addition to a beautiful body. For example, information? ”

"Information? Well, what do you want to inquire about? ”

Qi Shan pointed out, "Do you know, where can you play more exciting?" ”

"What do you say? Like this? ”

Jennifer licked her lips and grabbed her huge breasts fiercely, highlighting them and making a sexy look.

"Of course you can, but I'm talking about the other side, you know!"

"Oh, I see, you're a rich little villain." Jennifer smiled and nodded, holding out a finger, an inch-long red nail that stood out in the light.

"Give me one, and I'll show you a good place!"

"Yes, but I have to see the place first, and it will satisfy me!"

"Deal!"

Jennifer couldn't wait to stand up, pull up Qi Shan and walk out.