Knock, knock.

The tip of the umbrella rattled on the concrete floor, and the hollow sound echoed in the empty and gloomy shelves.

It is in the evening, the west slanting remnant sun is as red as blood, the slightest evening breeze is cool, there are few people near the unfinished building, and the door of the corridor is black and dull like a big mouth: this scene makes the scalp numb, and the two tremble.

But the intruder seemed unimpressed. The young man in the tunic put the umbrella on his shoulder, walked slowly into the building, and stepped on the stairs.

This unfinished building on Fengping Road is well known to the locals of Pingcheng. Because the developer had done a large-scale sell-off before running away, which swept away a large number of advance payments from the owners, the owners collectively defended their rights and made a vigorous noise, and once appeared on Handong Satellite TV and CCTV news channels, until the provincial government and the municipal government came up with resettlement plans and compensation, the rights protection turmoil was not settled.

But since then, the city government has not been able to find a developer to take over. The unfinished building, formerly known as Pingqiao Lijing, is located on Fengping Road and has been sticking to it to this day.

In the past, there were owners who were cheated or young people who were looking for freshness to take a few peeks in the building, but then they were never seen again.

Even if someone came to the neighborhood, they would be driven away by the stench coming from the vacant lot behind the unfinished building, which had become a garbage dump. Especially in summer, there is little greenery near the unfinished building. The blazing sun baked the air slightly twisted and rolled, but the color of the air was almost yellow-green, and there were countless flies, which flew up one after another when they were startled, and the sound was so bad that it almost obscured the sky.

Luckily, it's late afternoon and the temperature has turned slightly cooler.

"Hey, that's a strong smell. Is there a sheep herder in the street? Reported, reported. ”

Yang Dazhuang frowned, his face was full of disgust, and he raised his hand to fan the wind on the right side of his nose.

But the smell seemed to stick to the respiratory tract, no matter how much she fanned it, she had to give up doing useless work, and after scolding herself for a few words, she first put down the umbrella and put on a mask, then put on medical shoe covers and gloves, and only picked up the black umbrella and continued to climb after being fully armed.

When he walked up to the second and third floors where the dust began to disappear unnaturally, Yang Dazhuang was in good spirits, as if he had changed into a different person. Like Sherlock Holmes with a magnifying glass, she hunched over every corner of the building with the caution of a game of finding faults, searching for clues.

She searched carefully, but quickly, her eyes turned, and her footsteps barely stopped until she reached the sixth floor.

It wasn't that something was found on the sixth floor, but that nothing was found on the sixth floor.

It's so clean, it's not like downstairs, there's not even a cobweb. It shows that someone deliberately cleaned up.

"I want to cover it." Yang Dazhuang grunted, sighed again, reluctantly leaned his umbrella against the wall, clenched his teeth on the handle of the portable flashlight, leaned over neatly, and half-knelt down on the ground, trying to keep his face against the cement floor, trying to find those remaining traces.

"What are you doing?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him, just as a gust of cold wind blew into the windowless floor, making Yang Dazhuang stiff and almost scared off the flashlight in his mouth. She turned her head suddenly, and saw a slender black figure standing against the light with her arms folded at the window, her long hair fluttering in the evening breeze. Under the blood-red dim afterglow, Wen Yan stood in front of Yang Dazhuang, and her beautiful and thrilling face was shrouded in shadows, vague and unreal.

But at least, it doesn't look like he's happy.

Yang Dazhuang maintained the posture of lying on the ground for a few seconds, and then slowly got up, stood up straight, patted the dust on his knees and sleeves, and then squeezed out a stiff smile.

The situation is not good, and the hexagram is like a murderer.

"Ah, I heard that there is an unfinished building in Pingcheng, which has neither been demolished nor built for such a long time, and it is almost a landmark of Fengping Road...... I'm idle, ahem, just come over and have a look. Hey, why did you come to Pingcheng too? I thought you sent Miss Luo and Old Man Liang to Yinjiang. ”

"I know why you're here. What I'm asking is, what are you doing. Wen Yan responded calmly, her expression against the light was blurred, and it seemed to be a pure black shadow.

But the way she speaks doesn't look like she's asking questions, or rather, it's not like she's chasing answers, but she wants to see if the other side will innovate in the way they lie.

Yang Dazhuang seemed to realize this, and simply squeezed out a smile on his face, not daring to speak.

Wen Yan's face was calm and he took a step forward.

"One for each person, you said it."

Yang Dazhuang smiled dryly and took a step back: "Don't get excited. ”

Wen Yan took another step: "Don't interfere with each other, it's what you said." ”

Yang Dazhuang retreated again: "I can explain." ”

"I didn't contact Ouyang Jie in any way, but you didn't believe what you said." Wen Yan took another step forward, his steps stepping on the tail note, as precise as a drumbeat.

"Listen to me......"

Hearing this, Wen Yan stood still and calm. With a flick of her hair, she suddenly smiled, smiling like a flower, but her eyes were as cold as a knife, staring at Yang Dazhuang, like a snake staring at a frog.

"Okay, you say."

"Huh." Yang Dazhuang opened his mouth and stammered for a moment, smiled dryly and raised his hand to block his chest, trying to argue, his eyes turned wildly, but he didn't look at Wen Yan, "Strictly speaking, I didn't touch Fang Ziyu, right?" Jiang Lan is not the ruler of tomorrow. Besides, uh-"

The young man in the tunic tried his best to match his dressing style, put on a righteous expression, and said, "Besides, I am also out of kindness and want to provide them with a little help." After all, they are in Huaxia, and they can't twist their noses and arch back to the United States like Ouyang Xiaocub. ”

Wen Yan sneered at this: "I only heard that you want to dig into the corner." ”

Yang Dazhuang licked his lips: "How to say it, this is called pressure education." First, Jiang Lan proved his loyalty, and he seemed to like this boss quite a bit. Second, when he heard the news that someone wanted to dig into the wall, of course Fang would raise the salary of his employees. Isn't that a great opportunity for them to bond with each other, right? ”

As she spoke, she crept back down the stairs.

This nonsense is simply reversing black and white, and it is a big joke in the world.

Wen Yan sneered: "Then if Jiang Lan listened to your 'little suggestion', he would have a different heart for Fang Ziyu and come to get your double salary?" ”

Yang Dazhuang stopped. She blinked, and thought about it seriously.

"That shows that he is not smart enough, not wise enough, not loyal enough, has no idea of investing in Fang Ziyu, and most importantly, he is not satisfied with his position." Yang Dazhuang replied sincerely, shrugging his shoulders, "Many Tomorrow's Dominators die from the dissent of their deputies, and sometimes even wander. It's no wonder that the poor lieutenants won't end well when the Dominator of Tomorrow dies. Disobedience, disobedience, or distraction simply because they can't find a reason to work hard for the job...... They don't like their boss, they don't like their responsibilities, they don't like the job itself. It's too embarrassing for them to make this kind of person dedicated and happy. ”

"In that case, it's better for me to sell a favor to Xiao Fang, invite Jiang Lan over to sit on a cold bench, boil the frog in warm water, and slowly take him out." Yang Dazhuang made a gesture with his mouth open, as if he was throwing a paper ball, "Throw it to the side and stand aside." Everyone was happy. ”

"That's okay, right?"

Wen Yan glanced at Yang Dazhuang, slightly relaxed her tense shoulders, and then she slowly tied up her hair, took off her leather gloves, and when her ten fingers were bent, the beautiful smile on her face had disappeared.

"You have a point." Wen Yan's voice was like an ice spring, refreshing, and he even really laughed at the end. This made the hearts of the only listeners sink.

"But, I don't want to hear it."

Yang Dazhuang didn't say a word, turned around and fled without saying a word, his figure was in a hurry, his speed was so fast that even the black umbrella that had been inseparable was left on the ground and ignored. Wen Yan sneered, and had the confidence to let you run 39 meters first, and unhurriedly stuffed the leather gloves into his pocket, and then took the next step on the ground.

Those who don't know the truth may say that this step seems ordinary, but the overwhelmed concrete floor and shoe roots do not agree, and when the tooth-aching sound sounds, the ground scavenges.

Boom –

In the evening twilight, the loud sound of the floor collapsing echoed in the empty unfinished building.

The rumble of crumbling cement and stone alarmed the owner of the commissary a little farther away, but when the terrified boss called the street office staff and forced the reluctant clerk to pinch his nose and enter the unfinished building, he found only a large hole in the back wall of the first floor. The cave was more than a man high, and it landed not far from the load-bearing wall, and a few pieces of rubble were deeply embedded in the load-bearing wall.

Since then, there has been another urban wonder in Pingcheng.

………………

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, a young man in a Mao suit hurriedly walked into the office building, carrying a black briefcase in his left hand and a black umbrella in his right arm. This strange dress attracted the attention of the guards at the door, and it was not until the strange man clocked in on the fingerprint iris punch machine one after another that the guards looked away.

The weirdo hurried into the empty elevator, went up to the third floor, and froze when he pushed open the office door. The workstation has long been occupied. A stunning beauty with long flowing hair sits leisurely on the desk with her legs folded and her back to the monitor. Seeing the strange man enter the door, she turned her eyes and chuckled, making teasing words.

"You're not hot?"

The weirdo reluctantly took off his mask and sunglasses, revealing a miserable face that looked like he had been beaten, and his blue and purple eyes looked like pandas.

"Of course it's hot. Alas, hitting people does not slap people in the face. Yang Dazhuang, who had a blue nose and swollen face, sighed.

Wen Yan laughed happily twice, and then looked at the briefcase again.

"What's in the bag?"

"Old popsicles, there are no ice packs in the commissary next to them, so I bought a cold compress...... Never mind. Yang Dazhuang covered his face with one hand, sighed with humiliation, and paid tribute to the black bag.

"Keep one for me."

"Your temper is really good, but it's a pity that you owe it." Wen Yan did not hesitate to praise, familiar with the way to open the lock, and felt out a popsicle to open it. The sound of unpacking paper accompanied by Yang Dazhuang's toothache and sigh.

After Linglong took the first bite of ice cream, the atmosphere in the office returned to silence, and Yang Dazhuang's expression added a little seriousness.

In the middle of the night, Yang Dazhuang broke the silence with a sullen sigh.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have two Tomorrow's Dominators come into contact with each other?"