Taxis are speeding down the road.

The night in Chongqing always comes very early, after about 12 o'clock, one side of the Jialing River Bridge is still brightly lit, but the other side seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, only the rolling river water writes the colorful music of Chongqing after night.

The driver in the driver's seat looked back at the girl sitting in the back seat from time to time.

This girl looked like she was not more than twenty years old, but there seemed to be a strange feeling on her body, and in her hand, she was holding a medicine box-like thing tightly, and a strange smell emanated along the box.

Fortunately, with the window open, the smell was carried away by the cold wind whistling through as soon as it appeared, so if it weren't for the close distance and the sharp nose, I am afraid that ordinary people would not notice the smell in this box.

The woman in the back seat was none other than Alain.

Long hair was draped over his shoulders, let the wind blow the flowing hair, wearing a coat similar to a cape, leather gloves on his hands, the box on his lap, his hands tightly gripping the handles, looking out the window, with a complicated look in his eyes.

She was nervous.

"This young lady, it's one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, you don't know what to do when you go to Chaotianmen Pier now......" couldn't help it, the driver sitting in the front seat still asked, which was a polite greeting.

Without answering, the driver glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror, still motionless looking at the scenery outside the window.

But he could see that her eyes were dilated, and she had other things on her mind.

"Miss, that box in your hand ......"

"Sir, please drive well, thank you. Before the driver finished speaking, he saw Alain turn his head, look in the rearview mirror, nod slightly and smile and say a word, and then turned his head out the window again.

This slap didn't hit the smiling man, the driver ate a turtle, but he didn't say anything, just said "weirdo", sped up the horsepower, and rushed towards Chaotianmen Wharf.

At two or three o'clock, there are no people at Chaotianmen Wharf, and even if there are, they are only occasional hurried pedestrians passing by, and the security in Chongqing has not been particularly good in recent years, and the people wandering outside at two or three o'clock are obviously not safe.

And women like Alain are even more insecure.

So, it's time to do your best.

Putting on his hat and pulling his coat tight, Alain picked up the box in his hand and walked towards the dock's favorite, but into a public restroom on the contrary.

It's the kind of convenient public restroom, one cubicle after another, and the space in the cubicle is not large, but it is large enough for Alan Shi to spread, with dim yellow lighting, and a mirror and sink in the corner.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

Alain took a deep breath, although the room was small, he still looked around vigilantly, and opened the box with a quick movement, and the box was covered with another box, and opened it again, and a pungent smell came to his face.

It's bloody, but it smells of formalin and preservatives.

The room was very small, and the smell spread quickly, and the smell to be emitted was more pungent than he thought, Alain's face suddenly turned pale, and he almost vomited, but he didn't wait for time, and carefully took out the crimson thing from the package.

Quietly tearing open the wrapped tin foil, Alain swallowed, acting cautiously for fear of destroying something.

Tear it open, it's a heart.