[I think I know a lot, but why can't I set foot in her tearful world? 】

Intuition always says that it is unusually quiet in Des Voeux Road at night. The tram stopped again, Guan Tianxiang stared at the stained glass windows, the pouring rain melted the modern buildings, Guan Tianxiang could only see the head office of Huifeng Bank on the left, and the gray and black façade was a portrayal of the city. On the pedestrian road in the early hours of the morning, there are two or three OLs holding umbrellas in embarrassment, and there is also a middle-aged man in a suit who takes shelter from the rain in front of the bank gate, and they all seem to be hardworking Bay Area people who uphold the spirit of Sierra Leone.

"Ding, ding." The tram travels for a long time before it reaches Central, and time is simply moving as slowly as if it were frozen. Is it because of depression? Or wait? The financial center in the early hours of the morning washed away the noisy routine, leaving only the "whooshing" rain and the occasional noise of the tram. Countless Grade A commercial buildings pass by like movie cameras, and occasionally a private car and a half come out.

There was a sharp grinding sound outside the window, but it was unusually quiet inside the carriage, which made Guan Tianxiang suddenly realize that the noisy men and women in M Ji were actually not annoying. Guan Tianxiang, who has always enjoyed sitting on "Ding Ding", doesn't feel very leisurely at this time, just because Qianqin leans against the window silently, although she won't see anything through the glass.

I don't know when it started, whenever Qianqin was silent, Guan Tianxiang would unconsciously look at her, but the reason was uncertain. Maybe it's because she rarely gets down; Maybe it's because her short chin-length hair really matches her slender figure and lively and cheerful temperament; Maybe it's because her black sweater is a size size bigger, and she hides the back of her hand halfway. Guan Tianxiang cares about her, but it is not possible.

Speaking of which, it was obviously a hot summer, and she would still wear a sweater to school, but Guan Tianxiang suffered from heat stroke in the morning. The song that haunts my mind is that Qianqin is a song that I have heard many times at night.

When everything is lost, there is no expectation, at least you can hug you, cry and laugh, maybe you always care a little in your heart. The cheerful Qianqin always likes to find topics to talk about...... At this moment, she seemed to be entangled in an unsolvable knot......

Guan Tianxiang couldn't help but look back on the special things that happened in class today...... Liu, the plane in math class, scolded Wen Jie for failing to hand in his summer homework, as always, and that had nothing to do with Qianqin......

History teacher Miss Ng fell ill, and the substitute teacher witnessed Tan Haiwen being celebrated by the boys' Happy Corner 30 rounds, and Qianqin even stayed out of the peanut eating ranks......

Why is she depressed, for what, for whom? Guan Tianxiang, who was confused, turned to look at the other passengers on the upper floor.

There were only a few people seated on the upper floor, which was normal in the early hours of the morning.

Under the pale light are a couple slightly older than them, a pompously dressed OL, a white-haired Aber, and ...... A middle-aged woman dressed in white.

Guan Tianxiang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. She sat directly behind them, in the two-person seat behind the railing, and stared at the front of the car without moving. The white cloth is both eye-catching and weird...... The complexion is pale, and the godless eyes make people dare not look at it for a long time. Nothing bizarre, though, right? The tram car trembled incessantly, and a slight sound of collision was heard from the young metal pillars.

The dense crowd of buildings outside the window reminds Guan Tianxiang that this is reality. It's tiresome to be realistic. What else could be new here? The daily life of people in the Bay Area is a repetition of the law day and night.

Perhaps because of this, people love to fantasize that the city is full of mystery, injecting water into the dry life, even if the water is slightly higher. The tram crept past the head office of Hang Seng Bank, and none of the passengers on the upper class got off, and strangely there were no people on the bus halfway. There are no more vehicles on many lanes of Des Voeux Road, and no one has walked through them.

On the streets of the Bay Area in the early hours of the morning, no one is ...... Not surprising, right? The atmosphere of dead silence makes Guan Tianxiang reminisce about all kinds of urban legends in the Bay Area. I didn't know much about myself, but I heard everything from James, a horror story fan sitting next to the class. I heard that the subway had built a subway station in the Bay Area, but a fatal case occurred on the way to the construction work, and later it was reported that a woman in white fell from the platform of the station...... The other is the High Street Haunted House, a former psychiatric hospital that was vacant in the 70s. It is rumored that many people passed by the building and heard crying from inside the house......

There is another one, it is rumored that a girl returned to her home in Zhucheng late at night, but was lost in the uninhabited streets, and finally she went to a hospital, but the hospital does not exist in reality...... Zhucheng is located in the first covenant of the "Four Rings and Nine Covenants" to divide the Western Ring Road, and the end of Zhucheng is commonly known as the "West Ring Tail", which is the western end of the Western Ring and the Bay Area. It's not hard to imagine that it's at the end of all the prosperity and is full of weird secrets—"Tianxiang." ”