Early in the morning of the sixth, Yun Shu put on that pink dress.

There were still some marks on the ankle injury, which she covered with a matching dress, which was originally a rose embroidery wreath worn on her wrist, which looked quite appropriate.

After going downstairs, she hugged Aunt Qiu first.

"Good morning, Auntie."

Aunt Qiu was a little flattered, hugged her and called her twice: "Are you in such a good mood today?" ”

"Of course," she paused, "it's almost my birthday." What I look forward to most of the year is my birthday. ”

As she spoke, she took the hem of her skirt around in a circle.

"Is it pretty? There were no new clothes for birthdays before, but this year's birthday has, which is very special. ”

"Good looking, good-looking. What do you want for breakfast? ”

"Let's eat salted egg yolk pumpkin, suddenly I want to eat that."

"Okay, you can eat it in the living room for a while." Aunt Qiu readily agreed, and happily entered the kitchen.

Yun Shu watched her walk away, swallowed her throat, smiled again when she turned her head, and walked to the monitoring panel.

"Hello? Are you out of bed? ”

No one answered, Zhou Jingmo probably wouldn't have turned on the monitoring so early.

But she still went on alone.

"I'm going to the shooting gallery later, I won't practice shotgun today, I'll play the revolver again, and I can already hit ninety rings with the zombie man's target."

"Then I'll try to make fish again, maybe you can eat it today, help taste it and see how it tastes, if it's not good, I'll have another chance to change it."

"Does this dress look good? Auntie said it was very beautiful, and I thought so too. I don't know how your eyes grow, but all you like are ladylike clothes. The dresses in the closet are running out, so I'll pick some out and put them in your room this afternoon?" You don't come to stay very often anyway. ”

After a few thoughts, Aunt Qiu in the kitchen asked her to go in and drink white fungus soup, she turned around and said "hey", and whispered to the monitor:

"I want to go out and buy a birthday cake, Aunt Qiu will be busy for a long time tomorrow, and I don't want to trouble her to make it again. If you have time in the afternoon, come back with me, I don't know where it is. ”

After saying that, she didn't hear a response, she frowned and patted the monitoring panel.

"You can only contact me, and I can't find you, it's useless, I'm going to tear this down tomorrow."

After venting a few words, she went to the kitchen.

The salted egg yolk pumpkin for breakfast still tastes the same as the first time, salty and fragrant.

But probably because of the delicious and delicious food that she raised for a few months, she felt a little tired after eating a few more pieces, she put down her chopsticks, lowered her eyes and drank a few more sips of boiled water.

After dinner, I said goodbye to Aunt Qiu as usual, the driver was already waiting for her outside the villa, and Yun Shu brought a coat, which she only wore before getting into the car and after getting off the bus.

It was cold outside, but there was heating in the villa, in the car, including the shooting gallery, so she didn't have to dress very bloated all the time.

After getting into the car, she sat on the left window, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked out the window.

She has walked many times on the way from Qingquan Mountain to the shooting gallery, and she remembers the landmark buildings, street trees, and traffic lights on the road clearly.

Pedestrians on the side of the road are in a hurry, the queue of cars parked in front of the red light is too long, and some people are impatiently sticking their heads out to scold God.

They are all running for life, as if she is the only one, rushing out at this point to go to the shooting gallery to play with guns.

In fact, shooting galleries are generally open from afternoon to evening, especially in the evening, when there are more people.

But she was used to doing what she had to do in the morning, so after mentioning it to Zhou Jingmo, the shooting gallery became open to her alone in the morning.

Another horn sounded, and she came back to her senses, looking out the window at the scenery that had begun to move again, and she had a feeling that she didn't know what she was thinking.

What she should be thinking about now is whether today's plan can be realized smoothly, whether Ning Siyu will come, how long will Zhou Jingmo arrive, and what method should she use to evade Zhou Jingmo's search and successfully escape.

In the face of sufficient reason, she constructed the situation in her mind, thinking little by little about the operability and trial and error of each key node.

When she arrived at the shooting hall, she casually picked out a revolver for herself, and hung a target map of the zombie man on the opposite side like the first time, loaded, loaded, opened the safe, and shot.

The thumping of the gunfire was deafening, but she wore ear protectors, half of her voice was cut off, and she didn't hear what the instructors behind her were saying during the continuous shooting.

"If you don't go to work, you're so angry? The lower half of the target's body was shattered. ”

"She looked like she was honing her skills just to shoot the gangsters. Ah, another headshot. ”

"When I load my face coldly, I still look a little like Mr. Zhou......"

Yun Shu withdrew the gun, skillfully blew off the ammunition residue on the back of her hand, and continued to load and load.

Shooting can bring people a kind of venting pleasure, and when the bullet rushes out and hits the target, the emotion seems to dissipate a little.

Even the recoil hitting the hand causes pain and a refreshing feeling.

The more bullets she fired, the more excited her body became, and she had to stop halfway to catch her breath and calm the weird mood.

The coach handed her water and asked, "What's wrong today?" Get up on the wrong side of the bed? ”

She swept her eyes over the door of the shooting gallery and smiled: "No, I'm in a good mood." ”

It's so good that I can't suppress the trembling of excitement, lest I leak a little more, and my emotions will not be full later.

That momentous moment was approaching, and she had to restrain all her emotions and wait for that minute.

…

Ning Siyu received the news that the target person appeared at eleven o'clock.

Yun Shu was too well protected, and she couldn't find a chance to get close at all, so it was hard for people to find a shooting gallery that she frequented, but recently, no one has appeared.

The tension and excitement after learning the truth have almost dissipated, and Yun Shu finally went out again today.

The thoughts in Ning Siyu's brain rekindled, like the gears on engine oil turning again, once again bringing out the strange excitement when she first saw the truth that day.

She hurriedly drove away from Ning's house to the shooting gallery, because she was so excited that her attention was not distracted, and she didn't notice a car following behind.

"Keep up with her."

Ning Siyun's hand had just been dismantled, and he was still under maintenance, so he couldn't drive, so he could only give orders to the driver.

He turned his phone with one hand, and a smile suddenly appeared on his already habitually gloomy face, which was a little scary.

The two cars arrived outside the shooting hall one after the other, Ning Siyun watched Ning Siyu rush in, thought about it, and did not move behind the green plants standing at the door, but his eyes swept over the wide blades, staring straight at the pink figure in the middle of the venue.

He was also very attentive, and like Ning Siyu, he didn't notice other situations vigilantly.

When Tang Tian followed Ning Siyu's whereabouts and came down from upstairs, he happened to be standing in a dead corner, and when he saw Ning Siyun alone at the door, he frowned puzzled.

The matter between Ning Siyu and Zhou Jingmo's lover, what kind of excitement did Ning Siyun come to join? Something to do with him?