New York isn't far from Banshee Town, and Ethan packs his things after work and drives the Dodge Challenger to begin his journey.

When night fell, he arrived in the largest international metropolis.

From afar, you can see the brightly lit city that never sleeps, also known as the Big Apple.

High-rise buildings and traffic shuttle, a prosperous scene.

In the same way, behind the prosperity breeds endless evil.

Looking at the fashionably dressed men and women on the street, Ethan glanced at the canvas shoes and jeans he was wearing. White shirt, smiled and shook his head.

It's no wonder that Garber has always said that Banshee Town is a rural place, full of cow dung on the nose.

After half an hour of shuttling through the traffic, I finally came to a secluded neighborhood.

Fortunately, there were no homeless people on the streets, and when I got out of the car, I saw a police car passing by, otherwise, Ethan was very suspicious that his car would have disappeared the next day.

Closing the car door, Ethan dialed Jabb's phone.

After a few rings, the phone hung up.

He was dialing out again when Jabber's voice came over his head.

"Hey, upper, here."

He quickly looked up, and Garber leaned out of a window on the fifth floor above and beckoned to him.

Ethan spread his hands, "Where am I going to go up?" ”

Jaber stretched out his hand to the side and shouted:

"Go around to the front door of the building, take the elevator, and if you're stupid enough to find the front door, fly up."

As soon as the words fell, he closed the window.

Ethan had no choice but to lock the car, and it didn't take long for him to reach the fifth floor.

Glancing at the room number, he knocked on the door a few times, and soon there was movement inside, one, two, three, and Jabber opened three locks before opening the door.

"Did I say you?"

Ethan bumped fists with him and walked inside.

Jaber closed a few more locks, "Just sit down, you don't understand, it's never wrong to be careful." ”

Ethan actually knew that Jabber's financial situation was quite good, but he didn't expect his residence to be so exaggerated.

It's outrageously simple and hardly any decorations.

In the living room, there are several lazy bean bag sofas, surrounded by a glass table in the middle, and above the glass table is a strangely shaped Arabic hookah.

The inside of the apartment is a rough one, with a concrete floor, and a wine cooler and refrigerator next to the wall.

Jaber opened the fricer and threw him a bottle of mineral water.

"How many days are you going to stay?"

"I don't know yet, 2-3 days is about the same."

Ethan didn't tell Jaber exactly what he was doing here, anyway, it depends.

"Okay, then you can live here with me."

Garber opened a door, and a brand new mattress and two quilts were thrown on the floor.

"I'm going to buy it today, and you're going to use it, and it's the same for my room."

"Thank you." Ethan held up the water bottle.

"Fayu, of course you have to thank you, don't forget that the first time I spent the night at your house, I slept on the floor with candy."

Jabber clasped his hands to his chest, and looked like he was already serious about entertaining you.

Ethan smiled, went back to the living room, threw himself into a blue bean bag sofa, and said to Jabber:

"Although I would like to be polite, I have to say that you are really hard to describe in this place."

Jia Bo also found a bean bag sofa and sat down, and said indifferently:

"I rent more than a dozen places in New York, and I change places every week, so guess how much it would cost me to renovate them all?"

"By the way, I have a rule here."

As he spoke, Jaber fiddled with the Arab hookah in front of him.

"You say." Ethan said indifferently.

"Don't comment on my private life, forget it, you're a bastard anyway, maybe you're messier than me."

After a while, he took a few puffs, and smoke came out with the scent of mixed fruit.

"Fayu, am I pure, okay? I don't even have a girlfriend. "It's slander, and Ethan says he can't bear it.

"Really? How does your mayor's wife taste? ”

After a few puffs, he looked up and motioned for Ethan to pick up the pipe.

"She's just friends, and we're very pure between us." Ethan lay still.

"Yes, I believe you, and I believe that Clinton and his female secretary are innocent." Jaber spat out a puff of smoke and continued:

"Don't worry, I won't touch those things."

Jaber tapped his head with a pipe, "It's smarter than the rest of you combined." ”

IQ is despised again, and Ethan has become accustomed to his complaints.

Ethan got up and took the disposable cigarette holder in the tabletop box, removed the plastic packaging, put it on a red pipe, and took a deep breath.

A fruity scent rushed straight to the heart, and when I sprayed it hard, the room was filled with smoke.

"Do you have any plans for the evening?" Jabber asked.

Ethan nodded, "Yes." ”

Jaber crossed his legs, "What's the arrangement?" ”

Ethan shrugged his shoulders, "Waiting for your arrangement." ”

Jaber was choked for a moment, and said with a twinkle in his eyes:

"It's already ready, you take a rest first, it's still early, and I'll go to a club I often go to in the evening."

"Let me explain first, I have no problem with the rainbow flag, but if you dare to take me to the pure rainbow flag nightclub... Ethan grinned, knuckles clicking.

Jia Bo shrunk his neck and forced a smile: "How come, I'm not that kind of person, by the way, why don't we go to another store, where the girls are of higher quality." ”

Ethan then put down his hand and walked out the window to watch the night view of New York with satisfaction.

In the middle of the night, it is the time for ordinary people to rest, and night owls are ready to move.

Jabber changed into a bewitching dress, a black leather skirt, a white shirt, a wig that went straight to the sky and bright purple eyeshadow, he saw that Ethan was still wearing the same clothes as during the day, and he burst into foul language.

"Fack, mom mess with Fak, if you're dressed like this, wait a minute, stay away from me."

"Please, we're not going to the catwalk and have some fun." Ethan casually slipped on a leather jacket.

"Style, you know? style, can you study it. Garber said through gritted teeth.

"My face is all about style and style."

Ethan laughed and walked out of the room first, and Jabber slammed the door in a rage to follow.

Because he was out playing, he didn't drive, so Jaber called a taxi and went straight to Brooklyn.

Ethan couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and watched the night scene outside constantly change.

It didn't take long for me to come to another remote neighborhood.

Stepping out of the car, Ethan saw a long queue in front of him, and he didn't know how many people were lined up here, anxiously waiting to enter.

He followed Garbor along the line, feasting Ethan's eyes on all sorts of coolly dressed beauties.

"Fayu, you Bichi, line up this damn line." Quite a few people provoked Jaber.

Jaber didn't care at all, he didn't hurry up and walked the red carpet, enjoying the provocation of passers-by.

(End of chapter)