The streets and alleys at four o'clock are quiet, like a labyrinth in a dream, more like a country road, always one alley after another, one house connected to another.

The street trees are silent in the never-ending dark realm, and the cold wind dances the branches, and there is a small and irregular sound of rustling in front of them, which creates a strange imagination space.

As long as the floor of the city is maintained by diligent cleaners, it is clean and spotless. is very different from the scene in the countryside, Ji Zimo inadvertently remembered the village sign at the entrance of Yinqiao Village that was covered with dirt and couldn't read the font clearly, and there was also a reminder sign that you couldn't enter or exit.

Everything seems to have happened yesterday, vividly, and the memory is still fresh, but people have lost the most important person in their lives by accident.

Ji Zimo thought of his master repeatedly, and his heart was entangled and uncomfortable, and he couldn't calm down.

Just as he crossed the road in a brisk walking mode, the image of the Master popped up in his mind. Whew~ A small whirlwind suddenly blew from the side, because the ground was relatively clean, and the wind was empty, but it was also a little gloomy.

Then, from across the road, a man in a cloak came into his sight with a very fast pace, and strangely enough, this person gave him a sense of déjà vu and affection.

This familiar feeling made Ji Zimo involuntarily rush out and shout: "Master? ”

The tall and familiar back did not pay attention to his shout, did not stop, but quickly melted into the darkness and gradually faded away. Even if he picks up the pace and leads the way, he can't catch up.

Ji Zimo is more than one meter tall and has long legs. But he felt that the person chasing in front of him seemed to be avoiding him, and in the end, he could only see his back disappear around the corner in a flash.

He hurried after him, and around the corner was a lone street lamp.

Ji Zimo looked at the shadow of the street tree, and there was no one, unless the person was flying just now. Otherwise, how could he run so fast? Besides, from his point of view, the man didn't run, but walked fast.

"Alas!" Ji Zimo sighed, his voice was lonely and cold, he was frightened by his own voice, he smiled bitterly, and swept his hand on his nose casually, and stopped his hand in time, remembering what Shi Lin said.

"Can't you remember that this action is for the eyes of the dead?"

Ji Zimo was excited, hurriedly stopped his wandering thoughts, and returned to the idea of looking for Zhu Yimeng. Determined the route to go, he continued to walk briskly, and the cleaner who got up early was surprised by his sudden appearance, and cast a frightened gaze from a far away.

There was no malice in that look. The sound of sweeping the floor, smack~ smack, it was like sweeping on Ji Zimo's heart, scraping so hungry, it seemed that he hadn't taken a few steps, why did he feel hungry?

At four o'clock there was almost no food on either side of the street, and even the open snack shops were just heating up and kneading dough. Ji Zimo stretched out his hand and pressed his flat belly, and walked faster with lighter steps.

The streets of the city share many similarities.

Perhaps the person who designed the street was originally a person, even if he tried to change, but he still changed the soup but not the medicine. The same alleys, street lights, street trees, the only difference is the street name and street pavement signage.

Because of this environment, people from outside often get lost in these aspects and can't find the north. There are clever designers who deliberately add some reminder signs on the side of the road, so that people who are lost can find the path in time.

The Creative Building is far away, almost half the city to get there.

Ji Zimo likes the space to walk alone, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else when he walks alone. There is no need to have unnecessary arguments because there are two different concepts and perspectives on a certain landscape.

After Ji Zimo came back to work, Su Qingmei seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, and he hadn't seen each other for a week. The phone was also made to ask about Zhu Yimeng before, and he took the initiative to call her.

He knew she was stressed.

Su Qingmei has to face the choice of how to stay with him for a long time and the pressure of family.

Who is a little picky and wants to live with a mortician for the rest of their lives?

That's why Zhu Yimeng felt that Ji Zimo was wonderful, and he was willing to seek the near and far. is unwilling, and wants to show again and again that only she is his most real and suitable lifelong partner.

However, Ji Zimo has confidence and believes in his vision and judgment, Su Qingmei is his, and he must be his future wife.

Because he has this self-confidence, there is no need to worry about what will happen to the two of them in the future. She is also willing to give her appropriate time to think about it and deal with the pressure from her family.

Unless Su Qingmei consciously came to him voluntarily, or he was not afraid of family pressure and walked towards him bravely. Ji Zimo naturally stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms.

Ji Zimo pursed his lips and smiled, laughing at the fact that he had unconsciously stuffed his mind with Su Qing's eyebrows again.

It can be seen how insignificant Zhu Yimeng is in his mind, even if he goes to Zhu Yimeng, he still thinks about Su Qingmei in his heart.

There was a faint ticking sound, the sound of dew dripping down the leaves of the street trees on the ground. The road surface began to get a little wet, Ji Zimo felt that he was sweating all over, and his hunger was becoming more and more obvious, and he suspected that it was a false sweat.

A car swept by, blowing away a new leaf and a gust of wind. Leaving Ji Zimo with a cold feeling, sweat sticking to his clothes, he stopped and wiped the cold sweat on his neck with the sleeve of his clothes around his waist.

Sweat is warm, and when it is windy, it is cold, and by the way, the heat of the skin is also cold.

Ji Zimo felt that he was now trapped in a deep whirlpool, and he could not be seen from a flat point of view, and he could only see the weak him through the covered street leaves from a high-altitude overlooking mode.

People's eyesight is extremely limited, and Ji Zimo sees the sky in a small piece, which is the kind of pale white picture that is not very clear. All he could see was the nearby street tree poles, cracked like the skin of a charred corpse.

Zhang Yang said that the charred corpse was killed by someone.

The owner of the charred corpse has a shop, and the shop is used to repair the vehicle.

The maintenance vehicle is just a cover, in fact, behind the maintenance shop, there is a surprising illegal place, a prostitution den with excellent concealment.

Ji Zimo promised to go to the scene with Zhang Yang after work today.

If a person doesn't do anything in a day, thinks unilaterally, thinks about a lot of things. So will you become a nervous person because you can't understand something, and finally succeed in joining the ranks of madmen?

Ji Zimo didn't plan to think about these useless things. He had to concentrate on walking to the Chuangxiang Mansion to see if Zhu Yimeng would be in the Chuangxiang Building.

Knowing that this idea is a bit strange, if Zhu Yimeng is really in the Creation Building, then he can call her and tell her that he is here.

Finding someone in a sea of people is undoubtedly the stupidest thing to do, and Ji Zimo is now not looking for someone in a sea of people, but in a large area of static buildings.

The blood-red neon lights of the Imagination Mansion flickered, glowing with a dark red seductive light, tempting all the creatures passing by the Imagination Mansion to stop and look up at its grandeur.

The one-color blue glass wall, separated by small lattices, is like a number of countless small windows, which can also lack the blue and gloomy luster in the dark environment.

The dark blue main glass wall and the blood-red font reflect each other, and the indescribable weirdness is indescribable.

The security guard in uniform leaned against the door as if he was dozing, and he seemed to be staring at Ji Zimo who was approaching with false eyes.

When it became clear that the person who came was a man who was sven, white and clean, with a tall body and a cold and handsome appearance. The security guard stood up straight, as if he was in the spirit of a strong fight, but his back was still half-bent, and he scrutinized him from the inside out.

"What for?" The security guard's yin and yang tone made people uncomfortable to hear.

With the help of the dim and miserable white light of the building, I could barely see the person in front of me clearly, with a pointed monkey cheek face, and the whole body was very similar to his obscene appearance and a little retro.

Under the light, this person's face was really not flattering, and it was like a dead face, miserable white and faintly blue.

Ji Zimo guessed that the security guard must have stayed up late to smoke, so he didn't feel strange, he stepped forward and took out a cigarette and handed it to explain: "I'm looking for someone." ”

"Looking for whom?" The security guard didn't pick up his cigarettes, which is a rare occurrence. I think that in other communities, even if they know that he is a mortician, those security guards will not care about this, as long as he has a cheap deal, how can he refuse the reason.

Ji Zimo's hand froze halfway, and he said, "If you tell you, you may not know her." ”

The security guard smiled gloomily and said, "There is no one here that I don't know, you can talk about it." ”

"Zhu Yimeng, do you know?"

The security guard was stunned for a moment, his small eyes rolled around, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "I really don't know the one you said, if you are interested, go and see which new Red Dancing Girl?" ”

Ji Zimo thought that the other party might have misunderstood him, he was here to find someone, not to have fun. He hesitated, looking up at the building that was gradually revealing its grand outline in the morning light.

"Dude, don't chirp crookedly, if you want to go in, go and find it, you have to give me a favor when it's over."

Ji Zimo sneered secretly, this guy doesn't want to smoke visually because he wants money? How big is it to find one person, as for such a rippage? It's strange that Lao Tzu doesn't sue you for being laid off. Before he could speak, the security guard looked like a thief, and unexpectedly took out a large handful of A-grade photos from his bag.

Huan Feiyan is thin, with various postures, Ji Zimo's face is red and his heart is beating, and he can't lose it.

The security guard saw that Ji Zimo didn't look like he was here to play, he was angry, squatted on the ground and picked up the photo, and muttered: "How far and how far to roll, don't hinder the master from making money." ”

"What did you say?" Ji Zimo was furious, clenched his fists and said angrily.

Not to be outdone, the security guard picked up the photo, cursed and cursed dirty words in his mouth, and swished out other electric rods on his waist and danced unceremoniously at Ji Zimo: "Why don't you try this and dredge your tendons after electricity?" ”

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