The phone vibrates.

Zhong Qu took it out and took a look, it was a message from Feng Qi.

[You should be interested.] 】

After that, a document was also sent.

Zhong Qu glanced at it lightly, answered the driver's phone, and explained that he still had to play with his friends for a while, so he didn't need it for now.

Stopped a taxi on the side of the road and left.

……

The other side.

"Jing Shao, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yuan looked at Jing Yuchen's expression.

Absent-mindedly from just now.

Jing Yuchen faintly retracted his gaze, "It's okay." ”

I saw a figure just now, and I thought it was Zhong Quinoa.

After the end, I ran into it again, and it really was.

He still can't figure out the impulse of last night.

……

Feng Qi was already waiting at the destination, and when he saw Zhong Quinoa getting off the taxi, he hurriedly greeted him.

The smell of decay in the air made Zhong Quinoa frown, and she turned her head.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Feng Qi nodded.

"I've always been in a good situation."

He looked around and sighed with emotion: "In order to cover people's eyes and ears, this kind of place was specially chosen." ”

Haicheng's economic level is high in China, but the buildings in front of him are shabby, and the walls are full of cracks and mottled traces.

Zhong Qui glanced at the word "demolition" on the building.

"I'm going to have to get ready to move my nest, too."

She moved.

Feng Qi agreed, leading the way in front of her.

According to the information, around the buildings, I came to a relatively remote place in a twist and turn.

After confirming the location, Feng Qi resolutely entered.

Most of the residents inside have moved out.

Zhong Quinoa heard an unusual noise inside.

Following the sound, the TV is the only light source in the small space, beyond the rot is the smell of smoky wine, and the shadow of a white-haired old man can be vaguely seen on the creaking rocking chair.

It seems that the appearance of the two is not noticed.

The picture is not smooth, and mosaics appear, and the whole screen is covered with snowflakes.

The old man took a sip of wine, got up and slapped the TV, but after trying hard, the screen went completely black.

"The garbage I picked up is really useless."

He sighed slightly, and returned to the rocking chair melancholy, and as soon as the wine bottle in his hand was raised, his whole body suddenly lost weight.

Half a bottle of wine was poured on top of him, as well as the wreckage of the rocking chair that had shattered.

The old man looked pitifully at the wine in his hand, and angrily looked at the rocking chair with no body under him.

"You're useless either!"

In dim light, he raised the bottle and tasted the few drops he had left, pouring them a few times until no liquid fell from them, and then tossed them aside.

The smooth rolling stopped abruptly, and Feng Qi gently kicked the wine bottle aside, clasped his hands around his chest, and looked at him cynically.

"Old man, do you need help?"

The alcohol made the old man's thinking slow, and he squinted through the dim light outside the door to see two young people standing at the door at some point.

Most of the people who live here are old people who have been forgotten by the world.

He turned his head, "I want to venture elsewhere, old man, I don't entertain guests." ”

Feng Qi snorted lightly, turned his head to look at Zhong Quinoa next to him, and then continued to look at the old man.

"We're not here to take risks."

The old man didn't care about it.

Feng Qi continued: "We are here to find an old man named Yu Cang. ”

When the old man heard this, he was visibly stunned.

Zhong Qu carefully observed his movements, his breathing rate increased significantly, and even if he pretended to be calm, he couldn't hide the panic in his heart.

"I don't know, you look elsewhere!"