At 11:30 midnight, there was a power outage in a large residential area on the outskirts of Jaya City. The reason is unknown.
Seeing that the wall lamp above his head suddenly went out, Marven Ye pulled his hand out of the power socket with satisfaction, he blew the wisp of smoke on his fingertips, walked lightly to the door, unlocked it with one hand, and pushed the door open a crack .
Someone pushed the door and came out to check the situation. Marven Ye heard several men complaining loudly. They walked out of the multi-person dormitory in the distance. Several were checking the circuit, and some went downstairs, presumably to find the hotel owner.
There were a few bright lights streaking around in the darkness. I don't know who turned on the rear flashlight of the mobile phone. There was a lot of noise in the corridor for a while. It seems that most of the people here are night owls.
Marven Ye pushed the door open a bit, and found that there was still no movement next door, as if no one lived inside at all.
The foreign brother in the room opposite him also came out. Occasionally, he took a picture of his mobile phone and found him standing behind the door, so scared that he almost shouted out.
"Oh God, I was almost scared to death by you!" He came over, held his chest with one hand and gasped for a while, then took the light of his mobile phone and stretched out his head to look at Marven Ye's room: "Is there no electricity in your house. Alas, I guess the circuit in this piece is finished, and I just saw that the building opposite is also dark." After talking for a long time, he suddenly looked at Marven Ye, took a step back without a trace, and said tremblingly: "Uh... You, why are you always closed? Keep your eyes open..."
Marven Ye didn't wear sunglasses when he came out. He was still immersed in his "blind eyes and not blind heart" character set and couldn't extricate himself. He simply closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be blind, which was also very involved.
"My eyes are not very good." He showed a strong smile, especially with the temperament of a white lotus: "I can't see anyway, so I don't turn on the lights very much."
The younger brother across from him almost thought he had run into a ghost at night, so he was so scared that he lost his breath: "Oh, oh, then you came out..."
"I heard movement outside, um, I'll come out and find out what's going on."
At this time, the people in the corridor have basically returned to the house. Only the one who went downstairs to find someone has not returned. The little brother sighed: "I don't think there will be calls tonight. I'm going back to the house to sleep. Good night."
Marven Ye nodded at him with his eyes closed and said good night.
After he was the only one left in the aisle, Marven Ye stood still for a moment, and then with a backhand force, he closed the door of the room.
With a click, the door was locked.
After doing this, he walked slowly to the door of the next room, and then started knocking on the door.
knock. knock. knock.
He tapped slowly, and very lightly, for three or four minutes without stopping.
Even if there was no movement on the other side of the door, the hand that knocked on the door never let go, as if he was certain that the person inside could hear him and would respond to him.
After knocking for five minutes in a row, Marven Ye was not afraid to wake up everyone in the room next to him. During the period, the residents of other rooms opened the door to check, and saw someone standing in the dark corridor, still knocking on the door at an even rate, all of them took a step back in fright, and then closed the door as fast as possible to get under the covers.
Marven Ye ignored the movements of these people.
Finally, before his knuckles aching from the knock, the door panel in front of him creaked and opened.
Marven Ye moved for a while, and his right hand was still hanging in the air without withdrawing it.
Behind the door was the same deep darkness, and the outline of a tall figure was hidden in it. Marven Ye couldn't see the person's appearance, but his strong presence was undeniable.
His nose shrugged slightly, and he vaguely smelled the aroma of a little shower gel.
The man at the door asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
Marven Ye came back to his senses and knew that the other party couldn't see him clearly, but he still pretended to put on a smile: "Sir, I live next door to you. Well, I was locked out of the door accidentally just now, I... If you If you don't mind, can you stay with me for one night?"
The man was silent for a moment, as if looking at him through the darkness: "You can choose to go downstairs to find the boss."
"It's like this, my eyes can't see it." Marven Ye explained patiently: "The cane was left in the room, and I'm actually a little bit helpless now. Sir, I heard that you are from China, and so am I, can you look at it? In the love of fellow countrymen..."
Before he could finish speaking, his wrist suddenly tightened, and the man had already been pulled into the room between the lightning and flint.
With his back against the wall, there was a "dong" sound from beside him, and it was expected that the door was kicked hard with his feet.
Marven Ye flexed his left arm, subtly separating the dagger that was attacking his neck, and his right hand tried to quickly hit the opponent's rib cage, and then he was caught as a matter of course.
That hand tyrannically restrained his wrist, pressed his right hand against the wall above his head, and then a fiery breath was sprayed on the side of his face, causing his breathing to be scalded.
"Little photographer, do you really think I can't hear your voice?" The man pressed him tightly against the wall with overwhelming force, bent down and said in a low voice, "You live next door to me, and you are blind. Um?"
The warm body pressed over, and Marven Ye was startled to realize that the other party was not wearing clothes. He scratched his wrist: "You... you open the door without clothes. Was President Xing so open before?"
As soon as he said these words, he had already admitted in disguise that he was Marven Ye.
Xing Yuan didn't let go, didn't push him away, still suppressed him with his body, and just said to himself, "I asked you to go back to China, but you're not obedient?" After speaking, he felt that this was meaningless, he clicked his tongue, and simply changed. Question: "How did you find me."
Marven Ye snorted: "Let go first."
Xing Yuan raised his eyebrows, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he really let go.
Marven Ye: "Then you go back to the station, you don't have any clothes on, what a rascal you are standing so close to."
"Who is standing at the door of my room and has been knocking on the door persistently." Xing Yuan no longer stuck close to him, but turned away from the entrance and walked to the bed casually: "If you don't knock on the door, I will now I got dressed long ago and went to bed in bed."
Marven Ye rubbed his wrists and followed: "What were you doing when I knocked on the door, it took so long to open the door."
Xing Yuan threw the dagger on the bed and said without turning his head, "Take a bath."
Marven Ye twitched the corner of his mouth.
This guy was washing before the power outage, and when he wiped out all the circuits in this piece, other people in the hotel rioted for a while, but this guy didn't move, and the black lights continued to wash.
The two were very close to each other at the entrance. Marven Ye didn't feel the water vapor, but smelled the scent of refreshing beard cream. Presumably when he knocked on the door before, Xing Yuan wiped his body in a leisurely manner and held it. The razor provided by the hotel also shaved a beard!
Toothache just thinking about it.
Marven Ye thought to himself: If this wasn't his mission goal, he would have charged him all over the room to break dance.
When he walked to the back room, Xing Yuan had already put on his pajamas.
Because of the lack of electricity, Xing Yuan turned out the phone, turned on the rear flashlight, and then picked up the pair of glasses he had placed on the bedside table.
After studying it carefully for a while with the light, he said to the young man walking towards him, "Did you find me through it?"
"The tracker is hidden in the temples, and it has a limited range, so I came to Jiaya City first and found you through it." Marven Ye pulled a chair and sat down, looked up at him to check his glasses, and said calmly: "I'm not sure if you're in Jaya, or if you'll throw it away and use your glasses to find you. I just took a gamble, and I didn't expect to win."
Xing Yuan easily broke off the two temples and tapped on the bedside table.
The tips of the temples of this pair of silver-rimmed glasses are made of nylon, with wide ends, and the shape is a bit old and has a retro flavor.
"If the weights of the two foot covers were different, you would have already found the clue." Marven Ye pointed out: "It's the one on the right."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Xing Yuan pick up the left temple and remove the foot cover in three or two strokes.
The powerful fingers started along the broken end, crushing the foot cover bit by bit. Soon, Xing Yuan stopped, he clasped one end upside down in the palm of his hand, and slammed it into the palm of his hand twice, and it really came out. something.
Through the light of the flashlight on their mobile phones, both of them could see the tracker the size of a grain of rice.
Xing Yuan looked at the young man in the chair with a smile but not a smile: "The one on the right?"
Marven Ye: "Cough cough..."
"From my side, it is indeed the one on the right. Next time I will take care of your sense of orientation." He looked very calm, as if it was just a small mistake: "You have also removed the glasses, this little thing can Give it back to me? After all, it's quite expensive. If it breaks, I have to pay... "
Xing Yuan heard the words and pinched the tracker: "Oh, who will pay?"
Marven Ye: "You already guessed who I am, but you still can't imagine where this thing is made?"
"If you don't admit it yourself, then some of my guesses will always be just elusive conjectures." Xing Yuan glanced at him and threw the miniature tracker to him.
His strength was a little violent, and the tracker rubbed Marven Ye's fingers and flew out, and he was about to fall into the darkness.
Right in the midst of this tiny bit, an almost non-existent ionized tail grabbed it firmly.
The momentum of the march was blocked, and the tracker was pulled back along this force, just falling into Marven Ye's open palm.
This action was too fast, but Xing Yuan still caught it.
He leaned against the wall beside the bedside table, folded his arms in his arms, and silently looked at the uninvited young man.
"When I was speaking at Westhall University this morning, someone shot me in the head."
"Oh?" Marven Ye lowered his head and touched his pockets. He didn't bring a wallet when he went out, so he could only carefully put the tracker in his jeans pocket.
"I saw the bullet when it was coming towards me, but the gunman shot too close, I thought it would pierce my skull, and if I was unlucky, it might be in my head, in the frontal lobe. A big hole came out." Xing Yuan looked down at his movements, his tone was extremely calm, as if he was not talking about his own brain.
"It turned out that at that time, I saw a power grid." Xing Yuan said: "It intercepted the bullet and saved my life."
Marven Ye finally put the tracker down and glanced at him: "Oh, so what?"
Xing Yuan's blue eyes grew deeper and deeper in the dark night, and he said slowly, "What I saw today is far more than that."
"I want to ask you one more time." He stared at the calm-looking young man with a slight smile on his lips: "Is there lightning hidden in your eyes?"
Marven Ye didn't speak.
After a long while, he finally stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, fingers bluffing.
First, there was a handful of indistinct ionized weak light. Under the dazzling light of the mobile phone flashlight, it had almost no sense of existence.
But then, the discharge pulses followed one after another, and they quickly completed a stage of the lead. The bright blue micro-lightning had begun to take shape, but then it had no other movement, just suspended above Marven Ye's palm, like a magnificent hologram An image that attracts onlookers to reach out and touch.
Marven Ye leaned back in the chair casually, the lightning was held in his palm, the young man's eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, as if he was just holding something very ordinary.
His black eyes were refracted by the electric arc, and his expression was both indifferent and lazy, like a dormant hunter, repeatedly adjusting the sharp weapon in his hand.
Xing Yuan lived to be 29 years old and had never met such a person.
It would be an exaggeration to say that Marven Ye is an absolute beauty, but with such powerful superpowers, her own personal charm has not been compared, but it has made people linger more and more, and only Marven Ye is alone.
Xing Yuan stared closely at the lightning bolt, and after a while, a smile appeared.
"As a reward for your candid treatment, I think we should also show due goodwill."
He clapped his hands and whispered, "Cherno, come out."
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##### Small theater is fake! ! #####
Marven Ye [closed his eyes]: "Hello, I'm your next-door neighbor, I'm blind, and I forgot my keys when I went out. Do you think I'm miserable?"
Xing Yuan: Mom's mental retardation.
Marven Ye [squins his eyes]: "Oh, I'm in... Why don't you wear clothes?! You rascal!"
Xing Yuan: "Aren't you blind?"
Marven Ye: "… "
Marven Ye: "Tsk, 20 centimeters."