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The city is located on the western border of China.

Because of its unique history, culture and customs, it is also a very prosperous tourist city.

But in the past month, two terrorist attacks with heavy casualties have plunged the otherwise lively city into a deep panic.

The streets that were usually bustling are now deserted.

The tourists disappeared without a trace, and the residents would stay at home honestly, and those who had to go out were also in a hurry, looking frightened.

Only a few uniformed and plainclothes policemen, with serious expressions and vigilant eyes, patrolled all corners of the city.

A hundred kilometers from the city, there is an inconspicuous town called Fengqi Town.

In the town, in an inconspicuous alley, there is a nondescript tavern.

The tavern looks inconspicuous and the location is a little remote, but there is an endless stream of customers in the store, which means that some of the wine is not afraid of the deep alleys.

It is said that the sake sold in this tavern is made by the tavern owner himself, and the recipe has been passed down from his ancestors for hundreds of years.

Because the wine taste is mellow and long, the fragrance is ten miles, so the name of the wine is ten miles.

For this reason, the tavern was named Ten Mile Tavern.

That evening, the cold wind was raging outside, and the store was empty, and there was not a single customer.

Because of the cloudy day, it was already dark by this time.

The lights in the store were on, and the owner, Liu Ziqiang, sat leisurely in front of a table by the window, smoking a cigarette while looking down at the mobile phone on the table.

Liu Ziqiang is in his forties this year, his figure is already a little fat, and his white fat face looks very ordinary and easy-going.

A spy war drama was playing on the mobile phone, and it happened to be in a thrilling place, Liu Ziqiang forgot to smoke when he saw it, and stared at the mobile phone screen without blinking.

At that moment, the cotton curtain wrapped in sheepskin hanging from the door of the shop rang, which meant that someone had entered.

Liu Ziqiang's eyes were not willing to leave the mobile phone screen, but his mouth had already habitually beckoned, "Drink or eat?" ”

The people who come to his shop are usually residents of the town, and they know each other well, so he greets him very casually.

The guests who came here were also unrestrained, and when they came in, they would laugh and laugh unceremoniously with him, and make fun of him.

It's just that after he greeted him this time, the small shop was still quiet.

Liu Ziqiang frowned, looked back suspiciously, but saw a strange woman wearing a thick down jacket, a woolen hat and a woolen scarf, carrying a black backpack behind her back, and a somewhat old suitcase in her hand, standing at the door of the store with a somewhat restrained expression.

Liu Ziqiang was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up from his chair.

The hat on the woman's head covered her forehead, the scarf around her neck covered her face, only a pair of small eyes were exposed, and her dark eyes stared at Liu Ziqiang quietly, and she couldn't tell her age.

Liu Ziqiang extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it into the trash can under the table, then put the mobile phone in his pocket and walked to the door, "Do you want to eat?" If you want to eat, come in, we have rice here, there are also all kinds of pasta, and all kinds of delicious stir-fried dishes, cold dishes, what do you want to eat? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman raised a hand and slowly pulled the scarf off her face.

Liu Ziqiang couldn't help frowning, it was actually a little girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.