I think back to the rest of the clothes in Angie's closet.

This brand of clothing seems to be the only one.

It also excludes the situation that the brand invited him to be an endorsement and gave him away.

- Generally speaking, in order to increase visibility, the endorsed brand will give the spokesperson a series of products, from clothing to accessories.

In addition, the brand should not have any special significance to him.

I can't imagine that a popular singer with a reputation would risk being discovered and pestered by passers-by for a limited-edition piece of clothing and make a special trip to a specialty store to buy it – and maybe even queue up.

Other words...... This dress should have been given to Angel by someone.

And Angel accepted it.

I was shocked by what I had discovered—not by the story of the garment, but by my delve into such an insignificant detail.

Sure enough, I lost my phone, and in this lifeless city, the things I paid attention to were boring.

I hastily sorted my luggage, jotted down my flight number on a note, and went out.

If there's anything else I can be curious about in this ghost place, it's the "moon festival".

With whom are those people "talking"?

Are they really sacrificing the "moon"?

I hesitated for a moment in front of the inn.

There were more and more pedestrians on the streets, but they were still eerily quiet.

It would be nice if I could understand their language, and the thought popped into my head.

"Mr. Kang?" Aldo suddenly appeared in the dim light of the inn, "Are you about to go out?" ”

"Mr. Kenda?" I was surprised, "How did you come here?" ”

"That's right...... I heard that you're leaving here tomorrow, and I want to practice it for you. ”

"Oh......" I was a little speechless, "it doesn't have to be so formal, does it?" ”

"Anyway, you suddenly went into shock last night......" Aldo looked at me apologetically, "It's all my fault, I just forced you to waste time and energy with us after a busy day......"

"Speaking of which," I also happened to have a lot of questions, "what happened last night?" Why did I wake up today and arrive at the ......?"

I was silenced and said, "What happened after I passed out?" ”

"Well," Aldo said, looking a little puzzled, "it's a long story...... Why don't I ask you for a drink? ”

"Uh......" I hesitated to glance at the electronic wall clock in the hall, which showed the time at eight o'clock in the evening, "I'm going to have a flight tomorrow morning, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to drink." ”

"It's okay to have a drink." Aldo smiled heartily, "You haven't drunk the wine of Jihe City yet, have you?" It's a shame to leave like this. ”

"I'm not a drinker, and it's okay if I don't drink." I wasn't really interested in his proposal.

"Haha, your sex is really a bit like those aliens."

I looked out the vitrines out the street - if I were to say I was a living zombie, I wouldn't deny it.

Suddenly, a slender figure on the street passes through the zombie brigade.

The street lights were dim, but I still recognized the handsome face.

"Alright then," I said, turning my head and smiling at Aldo, "to prove that I'm not an alien spy, I'm going to have a drink with you." ”

"Mr. Kang Rong, you are really interesting." Aldo pressed the elevator button, "I don't agree with you, but it's really fun to talk to you." ”

"Ha, maybe you have too few people." I stepped into the elevator first.

The figure came to the entrance to the hall.

Aldo seemed to be recalling how many earthlings he had dealt with.

I quickly pressed the elevator door button.

It's nice - he didn't see me.