Nie Zhao was holding his pocket in one hand, and she was really curious about how those people were going to send him in, all she could think of was to plant the blame, and then she would not be able to protect herself.

Similarly, she also felt that Jin Zhuoqi was not so easy to handle.

Take a taxi to West Kansai Street.

West Guanxi Street is very close to Jisheng Lane, but the roads there are wider and cleaner, and the roadside greenery is also extremely beautiful. It is surrounded by old courtyard houses and newly built villas, and because they were not set up before construction, some of the inherent courtyards could not be changed, and there were many dead ends left.

You may walk in it for a long time, and at the end of the road, you will find that this road is not passable, like the wrong way of a labyrinth.

The government is preparing to improve the road signs that have been erased by naughty children this year, but there is no movement yet.

Nie Zhao sat in the car and played with her mobile phone, and the driver asked her if she wanted to listen to the song, and Nie Zhao said that it was okay.

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror and chatted: "What songs do you young people like to listen to?" ”

Nie Zhao thought for a moment and said a name.

The singing mixed with the damp rain of BGM slowly flowed out.

“My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I

Got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window

And I can't see at all

And even if I could it'd all be grey

But your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad”

The melodious tone sounds lighthearted, but the rainstorm in BGM seems to be a harbinger of some hidden danger.

The car was moving on the road, and the driver was probably new to the road, bumping on the road from time to time.

When he was about to arrive at his destination, Nie Zhao received a WeChat message that could be called a turning point.

It is because of this WeChat that everything that follows has taken a subversive turn.

She opened WeChat, her eyes fell on the minute-long voice on the opposite side, seconds, he sent three or four messages before finishing, perhaps because the signal was not good, and the speed of reading was extremely slow.

She put on headphones, couldn't speed up, could only hear every word of his words clearly, word by word, and forcibly poured them into her head.

At the same time, there was a sudden sound of the hoarse shouts of the women in BGM, and a violent sound of falling into the water, as if something had fallen to the bottom of the sea.

The screaming female voice was probably a little frightened, startling the driver who was driving and couldn't understand the lyrics but mistook it for a very relaxing song.

The voices in my ears are still spreading one after another, with the filtered texture of the phone, and the words are clear.

"Nie Zhao, last time I suspected that we knew Jin Zhuoqi, so I went to check, and it turned out that I found you, you shouldn't know him, but he knows you."

"I should know why he did this, Nie Zhao...... You, it's best not to provoke him, you leave City A, he sent that news maybe not only against you, but also at Meng Xunge. ”

The ensuing voice content was like a bomb, and like a hard thorn stone, it slammed into her heart, smashing a beating heart into pieces, scarlet blood sticking to the dirt, and it looked only disgusting.

Before she could finish listening, her body couldn't help but tremble, as if she had been electrocuted, and her fingers were a little spasmodic and couldn't even hold the phone.

The driver was frightened by the singing, and didn't quite understand the aesthetics of the young man now, so he asked Nie Zhao tremblingly.

"What is this song called? What does that mean? How can it be so scary. ”

Nie Zhao's eyes began to be in a trance, raised his head, looked at the driver in a daze, and after a few seconds, as if he was out of the suffocation, his breathing slowed down, and he slowly replied: ""Stan" is a personal name. ”

"Maybe it's a man's moaning before he dies. Recite. ”

The driver's eyes were even more terrifying: "Ah......"

He casually changed the popular song "Kiss Goodbye" in the 70s, and said to himself: "That's not a good song." ”

The car slowly stopped at a certain street entrance, Nie Zhao sat in the car, and he didn't have the slightest reaction to get out of the car when he arrived.

The driver glanced at her a few times, and was about to be reminded, but when he saw her in a trance, he reminded her: "Hey, are you okay?" ”

Nie Zhao raised her eyes instantly, glanced out the window, and noticed that it had arrived, she pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and shook her head: "Thank you." ”

Pay to get off.

Waiting for the car to leave, Nie Zhaocai stood on the side of the unfamiliar road, looking at the traffic lights flashing in the distance and the neon of the tall buildings in the distance, and slowly squatted down.

She fumbled into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a new lighter from Zhaorui's shop.

The thin and tall girl squatted on the side of the road, her fingers were a little sore from the cold wind, and she trembled her fingers slightly and pressed the lighter, making a "clacking" sound.

I can't hit it, my hands are so shaky.

Nie Zhao lowered his eyes, he didn't expect it to be because of this reason.

Knowing this, knowing that this is the reason, she would rather die in the Taiwan Strait than come here.

Now it's okay, she may not have a good time in the future, and she really can't live or die.

She has a light view of life and death, people live for a while, and they don't pursue anything, as long as they are happy, so she has never felt any burden in the previous eighteen years.

She could even say that she was a selfish and cold-blooded, despicable and indifferent person, which of course was not a good word.

It's okay to be selfish and cold-blooded, but it's not okay to be despicable.

His fingers trembled and he put the cigarette to the corner of his lips and bit it, and put his phone in his trouser pocket.

She crouched on the side of the road, her arms outstretched, her elbows resting on her folded kneecaps, the mist overflowing from her lips, and a beautiful and beautiful face was confused, and she looked up at the stars in the sky, I don't know how long.

She flicked the cigarette, the ashes of the cigarette butt couldn't bear the trembling and fell to the ground, smoked about half of it, and the mobile phone rang several times, she lowered her head and threw the half of the cigarette in her hand on the ground, stood up and carried her pocket, stepped on the cigarette butt on her toes and turned it several times, bent down to pick it up and threw it into the trash can next to her, and walked towards the alley.

The phone turned on, it was Zhao Rui's number, and she guessed that Ma Quan should have called from his number.

When Nie Zhao walked, Jin Zhuoqi was standing aside, holding an open bottle of wine in his hand, standing at the very edge, holding a cigarette in his hand and lighting it.

It is very rare to dress very seriously, Nie Zhao asked, he is nineteen years old this year, born on April 1, a full year older than her, I heard that it was because he went to school late and took a year off from school.

She suddenly understood that Jin Zhuoqi didn't look like a good student, and the reason why he studied very well, he didn't learn by himself, but to make his mother feel at ease, so he was among the best and ranked first in Nanlin.

I heard Lu Xiang say that before the first semester of the sophomore year of high school, he could win the first place even in the joint examination of the first middle school, the third middle school, the attached middle school, and the experimental five schools, but in the second semester of the second semester of high school, because he often asked for leave, his grades plummeted, but some people said that it was because of an accident at home, and he could not concentrate on studying.

Even in the third year of high school, he applied for a one-year suspension from school with the school, and after coming back, Jin Zhuoqi retook the courses he missed in the third year of high school by the way, but his grades became tepid, he was not in a hurry at all, and his bad attitude made Nanlin's homeroom teacher talk to him a lot.

It wasn't until the second semester of the third year of high school that he re-ascended to the top.

At this age, he is full of youth, with a clear and clean atmosphere, studies well, and is given high hopes by the teacher, but also because of the earth-shaking turn that occurred in the year of suspension, he has a little more of a strange sense of maturity.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, and his arms were loosely hooked with the black kiton suit, and the street lights next to him were blurred, falling on the fingers that were thin enough to see the outline of the joints, and the smoke of the scarlet flame was filled, and it was a sven scum bastard.

Isn't he out of money?

What happened next?

Nie Zhao suddenly felt that if it weren't for that incident, he might not have smoked, drunk, fought and fell in love, just like her at the beginning, she wanted to exhaust her youth and life and live as garbage.

Even if Lu Xiang didn't say it, just because he didn't like to study and still wanted his mother to feel at ease, he took the first place in the exam again and again, Nie Zhao knew that he might not be what he is now before that incident, maybe he was very well-behaved, he listened to his mother's words very much, maybe he had a smooth journey and was admitted to a prestigious school, which happened to be bright.

And all this was ruined by her meanness and selfishness.

She stood and watched for a moment, and heard the sound of punches and kicks inside, the sound of hand-to-hand combat piercing her ears, mixed with the sound of hissing and lung-splitting roars.

He stood by and didn't say a word.

The friends around Jin Zhuoqi are very good at fighting, they look thin, but they are ruthless, and their thin clothes are full of products of perennial fitness. He was like a bystander, and like a person in control of the overall situation, afraid of getting his hands dirty, and not taking a step into the melee, Nie Zhao could even see the casual smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Rui was beaten so that he couldn't stand up, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his head and nose were bleeding, and Ma Quan on the side didn't get any benefit, Fu Kun, who was broken by his forehead, pressed his neck with his arm and pressed to the ground, Fu Kun pressed one knee against the leg injury that he had not fully recovered, and there was a sound of pain and Ma Quan's violent body reaction.

Fu Kun just touched his forehead with one hand, the blood on his hand and his eyes were clouded, and he spat a mouthful of blood foam on his face, and his voice was neither high nor low: "Just you two or three people, you still want to trouble us, nine years of compulsory education didn't cure your brain a little." ”

Being pressed to the ground in such humiliation, Ma Quan's eyes burst into red bloodshots, staring at him, suddenly laughing, and shifting his gaze to Jin Zhuoqi, who was standing next to him.

"Bastards, things that no one has raised."

Fu Kun pinched his chin with both hands, and his fingers gradually strained to break his jawbone apart.

"Say what? Say it again. ”

Ma Quan had fearless provocation in his eyes, and his vague tone couldn't hide the mockery.

"What? No one told you that Jin Zhuoqi was a lackey—"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Kun smashed his cheek with a punch, and if you looked closely, you could see that the flesh on his face was misplaced, and the blood in his teeth and mouth was about to overflow from his mouth, spraying Fu Kun all over his face.

He wiped his face in disgust, looking at the person lying on the ground and unable to lift his head, his eyes were swollen, I don't know if he was open, Fu Kun pulled him up, and the person lost his strength and knelt straight down, his fingers supported the ground, and the next second he fell to the ground.

"Don't pretend to be dead, come and let me let you, don't you like to find trouble? Fight again. ”

"Alright." Jin Zhuoqi's voice was like cold water that had been cold overnight, he threw away his cigarette, walked over, and looked at the person lying on the ground, without the slightest reaction.

I don't know if I saw something, the position where Nie Zhao was standing was not a complete dead end, Jin Zhuoqi suddenly turned his head and glanced at the dark alley, and after a few seconds, his eyes were staring at Nie Zhao's direction, his body moved in a direction, staring at the darkness, pinching the bottle of wine and walking slowly towards her, as if the prey in the dark night was staring at delicious meat.

He stood in the bright place that happened to shine on the road, and he could see that the eyes, the darkness was bottomless, and the invisible sense of oppression was approaching, obviously there was even a few meters in the middle, Nie Zhao suddenly felt that her bare arms were a little cold, her whole body stiffened, and she began to tremble again, but her steps did not retreat as if they were nailed.

Jin Zhuoqi seemed to have succeeded in playing tricks, the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose again, and then his long legs suddenly folded back, and slammed the edges and corners of the wall next to him, the bottle of wine in his hand was completely shattered, the glass slag shattered to the ground, and the wet marks formed a circle on the wall, and slowly flowed down.

He pinched the wine bottle, lowered his head slightly and slashed it on his hand, his movements were careless, but he showed no mercy, and he kept making a bloody cut in his palm before stopping.

Blood was dripping down.

Nie Zhao turned his head sideways, not looking over there again.

Her lips trembled and she cursed silently, madman.

Ma Quan still wants to him.

Something that doesn't have a brain.

The police car was just as Jin Zhuoqi had predicted, and he began to bleed with his hands down, and the sound of the police car resounded throughout the alley.

Nie Zhao subconsciously stepped back to the side, blocking the light in front of him with his fingers, and squinted at the police car.

The headlights also illuminate everyone at the entrance of the alley.

Zhao Rui saw Nie Zhaozai, his eyes were obviously shocked, he just wanted to step forward, and then thought of what Ma Quan said before, forcibly let himself stand in place without saying a word, and frantically motioned for her to leave with his eyes.

"Don't move!!"

Several policemen got out of the police car and pointed guns at several people, "Someone called the police and said that there was a crowd fighting here." ”

Several people stood and obediently raised their hands, and even Ma Quan, who was lying on the ground, struggled to stand up, raised his hands, and said to the police with a blue nose and swollen face: "Officer, it's their hands." ”

Luo Xiao glanced at him, his eyes fell on Jin Zhuoqi's cut palm, which was still dripping blood, and his tone was stern: "Whoever moves first is not what you say." ”