"You want to go out, now?"
The head of the dormitory, Wei Jiangyang, just watched the movie with his girlfriend, and drifted back to the dormitory at 9:45 p.m., exuding the sour smell of love. When he opened the door, he saw that he was wearing sportswear and was squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces. Zhang Heng.
"Yes, there is an event tonight."
"Activity? Is it a date?" Wei Jiangyang judged others by himself, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, brother, I understand you.
Chen Huadong, who was drinking Coke and watching a movie, was shocked when he heard this, "What, isn't the person you like, Mr. Zhang, me?"
Ma Wei, the oldest in the dormitory, also put down the English book in his hand at this time, and couldn't help but said, "Zhang Heng, you have such good conditions, it should be easy to find a girlfriend. You are still single now, if you are not with you I also thought you were gay in the dormitory."
Ma Wei’s emotion is not without reason. His family’s condition is the worst among the four in the dormitory. His parents are honest farmers. He liked a girl in his class when he was in high school, but this feeling has always been rejected. He hides it in his heart.
It wasn't until the four people in the dormitory celebrated his birthday outside for him in the first semester of his freshman year that he drank too much that night and didn't tell the story. Only then did Zhang Heng and the others know that the girl was admitted to the same city as him to study, so they went together He urged Ma Wei to confess, but the latter shook his head and refused.
The other three people in the dormitory know about Ma Wei's situation. They know that he needs to rely on the national award to pay tuition fees and reduce the burden on the family. He usually studies hardest. He spends every day in the library. No time for romance.
However, other people can't help with this kind of thing. Ma Wei has a strong self-esteem, and he has activities with the dormitory. Others want to waive his fee, but he flatly refuses.
Zhang Heng patted Ma Wei on the shoulder and said helplessly, "Stop teasing me, it's really not a date tonight, and I'm not gay, it's just that I haven't met a girl I like yet."
Chen Huadong raised the Coke in his hand, "When you meet, you must let the brothers open their eyes and see who is the witch who can take down our Mr. Zhang."
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After finally dealing with the three melon eaters, it was already 10:05 when Zhang Heng walked out of the school.
If he hadn't discovered the string of numbers on his right arm while taking a shower, Zhang Heng would even suspect that what happened in the maid coffee shop this afternoon was just a hallucination of his.
He asked the lovely maid with cat ears, and the latter was sure that he was the only one in that position from entering to leaving.
The handsome Yujie maid who was in charge of mixing the drinks also said that she only mixed a glass of Forbidden Love during that time.
"Never doubt a bartender, because every glass of work is infused with something called love, and it is impossible for people to forget their own love." The latter said coolly.
"..."
To the rest of the store, the conversation a few minutes ago was like it never happened.
Speaking of which, the guy in the Tang suit and top hat and tie seems to have mentioned that this meeting is forbidden, but he will solve this trouble.
Therefore, Zhang Heng guessed that this might be his so-called solution.
time callback
Zhang Heng is becoming more and more curious about who that guy is. All his abilities seem to be related to time, but now is not the time to think about this kind of problem. Right now he needs to deal with the upcoming game.
After leaving school, he followed the navigation on Baidu, first took the subway to an industrial area outside the Fifth Ring Road, and then switched to jogging to warm himself up.
At 10:45, he came outside the bar called Sex and the City.
This place is a bit remote. Along the way, Zhang Heng saw a few gangster-like guys, looking at him unkindly while smoking a cigarette, and a few drunk girls squatting on the side of the curb and throwing up in cool clothes.
Zhang Heng didn't want to cause trouble, so he put on the hood of his tracksuit and passed them at a constant speed.
The front of the bar was more lively than he had imagined.
Sex and the City is transformed from an abandoned factory, covering a large area. The rusty factory building is covered with all kinds of weird graffiti, and luxury cars and supercars are parked in front of the door.
This time is the best time for bar business, and young people from the city flock here from all directions.
Before entering the door, deafening sound waves came from the factory building, as if to tear people's souls apart. Zhang Heng frowned. Although the uninvited guest who drank the same drink with him kept emphasizing that he should not reveal anything, and he would naturally know everything when the game deepened, but some vague information was left between the lines.
In any case, the organization he belongs to should be old and secretive enough. This is not the first time they have held a similar game, but the world has never known their existence.
This shows that their secrecy work is good enough.
But now there are at least seven or eight hundred people in Zhang Heng's place, thighs and buttocks are everywhere in his eyes, and cool laser lights are dancing along with the DJ playing discs. If the so-called dangerous game is here Unfolding, Zhang Heng dared to bet that Douyin and Youtube would definitely be overwhelming with videos the next day.
So is there a misspelling in the address
This is a common mistake most people make, especially considering the age of the other party, this kind of thing is not too surprising.
At this moment, Zhang Heng noticed the black figure on the upper right.
Strictly speaking, it can't be regarded as the second floor. It's just a huge container fixed on the west wall by a steel structure, and an iron ladder leads to it. Under the iron ladder, there are two men in suits and sunglasses. brawny.
A few drunk young men and women seemed to want to run up to play, but were stopped by those two people.
One of the rich second-generation family should be very rich, so he threw a handful of banknotes on the other person's face. The people around found that what the young man spilled turned out to be 100 face value dollar bills, and they immediately became commotion and started looting.
But the two strong men didn't respond.
The rich second generation was a little angry, and poured the wine in his hands on the faces of the two of them, probably because he was used to being arrogant, he just raised his feet and wanted to rush up, but the next moment no one could clearly see what happened, his body suddenly flew upside down Going out, he knocked over several people in a row, and there was a wine table, and finally lay on the ground with blood and filth on his face, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Seeing this scene, several of his companions woke up drunk, and several men wanted to say a few harsh words, but they finally shrank after seeing one of them wiping his sunglasses slowly. The provincial rich second generation hurried to the parking lot.
When the commotion subsided, the others looked at the two strong men with a hint of fear, and they dared not come any further.
Zhang Heng waited for another five minutes to confirm that no one was paying attention to this side, and then took a deep breath and walked up.
The two strong men in suits looked at him expressionlessly from behind the sunglasses. Their eyes made people feel a chill. Zhang Heng felt that he was facing two lions ready to hunt on the prairie, but his composure once again It worked, and he pulled up his sleeve to reveal the string of numbers on his arm.
During this process, he was still a little worried. The tragedy of the rich second generation just now was quite unforgettable. Although Zhang Heng had guessed that the number on his arm was the ticket for the game, he did not rule out other possibilities. .
Fortunately, the worst situation did not happen, he did not step into the footsteps of the rich second generation, cosplaying human flesh bowling in the air.
After a while, the two tower-like figures moved aside without saying a word, revealing the road behind them.