A night rain crept in.

The billboards glow in a rainbow of colours in the rain and mist.

Bai Qiongshi is like a lonely ghost, walking through the cold rain.

She didn't know what had happened, she couldn't remember the food she had eaten, she couldn't remember what she had said, she couldn't remember how she had lost her soul and blended into the rainy night.

Those two hours of agony seemed to be silently deprived from her life.

Bai Qiongshi walked on the depressed and uninhabited streets, as if she was in the boundless wilderness, and countless red-skinned imps with bare fangs behind her followed her closely.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she pulled her phone out of her bag.

The rain-soaked screen is a bit unresponsive.

She hid under the eaves of a bakery, wiped her phone with her hand, and dialed a colleague in the personnel department.

"Qiongshi, you finally took the initiative to contact me! What's wrong, didn't you bring an umbrella? I'll send it to you! No, I'll just drive you up! ”

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice could not hide his excitement.

"No... Listen to me, you can help me find the phone number of a person in the legal office. ”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a voice of disappointment:

"Oh oh... So, you give me your name, I'm in front of the computer, soon! ”

"Sang Ziqing!"

"Good! Remember! ”

Bai Qiongshi silently recited the number of the eleventh digit and kept it in mind.

"Eh, Qiong Shi, this is a man, what does he have to do with you? Why are you now..."

The man asked eagerly, but before he could finish speaking, the phone was abruptly hung up.

Bai Qiongshi dialed the number and waited anxiously.

After a while, Sang Ziqing's lazy voice came from the other side of the phone:

"There is no investment to consider, and there is no need for loans."

Bai Qiongshi, who was on the verge of life and death, was almost angry and cried.

"I'm Bai Qiongshi!"

"Oh~ ma'am, is there something wrong?"

At one end of Sang Ziqing, there was a sound of wine glasses colliding, and there was already a slight chewing sound.

"Where are you? There's an emergency on my side! ”

"Wait, I'm eating barbecue."

"I'm dying, you're actually eating barbecue?!"

"Even the end of the world won't stop me from eating barbecue, ma'am."

Sang Ziqing took a big bite of a string of pork kidneys, and watched the woman in front of the bakery roar wildly through the water curtain hanging from the tent.

"Aren't you official? Then protect the citizens! ”

"It's all said, I'm only a half-hung doctor..."

Sang Ziqing got up, beckoned the clerk, and walked into the rain with a wooden skewer in his mouth.

Bai Qiongshi shouted in embarrassment, but there was suddenly no sound on the other side of the phone.

She crouched on the ground, crying helplessly, like a lost child.

The miserable and resolute cry gradually dissolved into the dark and solemn rainy night.

"Yo, did you meet anything good?" A low, magnetic voice sounded from behind him.

Bai Qiongshi followed the prestige, and Sang Ziqing appeared behind him at some point.

Unlike what the company saw, he wore a white bear-print foundation shirt, blue and white beach pants underneath, and a pair of flip-flops.

He holds a wooden skewer left over from a barbecue in his mouth and an unopened bottle of canned beer in his right hand.

A laid-back look from a beach holiday.

Bai Qiongshi looked at Sang Ziqing blankly, as if she had finally found a glimmer of light in the dark and boundless wilderness.

She couldn't stop the tears that were rolling out of the corners of her eyes, crying pitifully, and crawled towards Sang Ziqing step by step.

The pale hand grasped weakly at the corner of his shirt.

"I... I'm dying..."

"Help me... I'm being targeted... I'm going to die! There! There must be something wrong there! ”

Bai Qiongshi stretched out her hand and pointed to a tall building in the hazy night rain, the tall pitch-black building looked like a monster in the sleeping rain.

"Dull... Dolls··· Clothes··· It becomes a skin... There are dark green eyes everywhere... And the voice..."

"The demons are whispering, they are whispering, they want to pull me down into the abyss..."

Bai Qiong's poetry is incoherent, and she speaks crazy words with a rather abstract atmosphere.

"Take a sip of wine and cool off?"

Sang Ziqing handed over the canned beer and shook it in front of Bai Qiongshi.

The woman who looked like a water ghost only felt unbearably thirsty, opened the pull ring and poured it down, not caring at all about the dull pain in her chest and the spasms caused by the stimulation of her stomach.

Sang Ziqing inserted the wooden skewer into the trash can on the side and lifted his wet hair back.

"If you just happened to come out of Yang Susu, it really surprised me."

Bai Qiongshi choked and looked at Sang Ziqing in disbelief:

"You already know what's going on there? Then you don't go there sooner, but here... Eating barbecue? ”

"It's important for me to eat on time, you have to know that the incidence of stomach problems in our country has reached 85 percent. I don't want to spoil my delicate stomach. ”

"Just eat these smoked carcinogens?"

Bai Qiongshi tightened the beer can and threw it in the middle of the road.

She felt that her happiness was superfluous, and the person in front of her was simply an unreasonable madman.

"Wow!"

Sang Ziqing exclaimed repeatedly, this woman's temperament is much better than when she first met.

He patted Bai Qiongshi on the shoulder and said words that were not comforting:

"You just have to vent the unhappiness in your heart, get angry when you're angry, cry when you're sad, don't say anything when you're depressed, and that's it. Don't listen to the noisy notes in your ears! ”

"It's so pitiful that people like us can only be prisoners of emotions..."

As he spoke, Sang Ziqing lay on the glass window of the bakery and cried bitterly.

The eye is full of delicate pastries.

The owner of the house was already dissatisfied with the two people outside the door, and looked at the distorted faces attached to the glass, and couldn't help but feel annoyed, so he pulled down the curtains and closed early.

"We? What the hell are you talking about? ”

Bai Qiongshi staggered to her feet, and the light tulle dress was completely attached to her skin after being wet, perfectly outlining the wonderful curves of her chest.

The pale blue suspender belt is like a scattered watercolor, and the white lace trim on the underwear is also unobstructed.

Sang Ziqing turned around angrily, holding the low rain under the eaves.

"People are anxious, bored, irritable, desperate... Under the pressure of all negative emotions, it will become easier to convert, and they will take advantage of the weakness and take people as their faithful believers. ”

"They... Who is it? ”

"Dwelling in the firmament, sleeping in the midst of eternity, here or not, disgusting gods who have deprived man of his place! It's messed up, the world is starting to mess up! ”

Hush~

"Listen!"

"The Old Gods Are Whispering"

Bai Qiongshi looked at the crazy man with a panicked expression, and a vague noisy movement sounded in her ears again.

It is completely incapable of being parsed by the human intellect and the faculties of feeling, and there is only a subtle force that makes the human mind unobedient in the direction of the sound.

"Look, ma'am, that tall building!"

Sang Ziqing restrained his expression and pointed to the tall office building opposite the pitch-black building.

"There's a ruthless non-mainstream little girl waiting there! Going to shoot someone in the head soon! ”

He put his head to Bai Qiongshi's ear and whispered softly:

"When you hear the notes, the crosshair of the sniper scope will be aimed at your head."