"You want out, now?"
Dormitory director Wei Jiangyang had just finished watching a movie with his girlfriend. He returned to the dormitory at 9:45 in the evening. His whole body exuded the sour smell of love. He opened the door and saw that he was wearing sportswear and squatting on the ground to tie his shoelaces. Zhang Heng.
"Yes, there is an event tonight."
"Activity? Is it a date?" Wei Jiangyang used himself to save others, and a mysterious smile of brother, I understand you suddenly appeared on his face.
Chen Huadong, who was drinking Coke and watching a movie, was shocked when he heard this, "What, Mr. Zhang, isn't it me that you like?"
Ma Wei, the oldest person in the dormitory, also put down the English book in his hand 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 weren't with me." In the dormitory, I thought you were gay."
Ma Wei's emotion was not without reason. His family situation among the four in the dormitory was the worst. His parents were both very honest farmers. When he was in high school, he liked a girl in his class, but this feeling was always rejected. He hides it in his heart.
It wasn't until four people in the dormitory celebrated his birthday outside in the first semester of his freshman year that he drank too much that night before telling this story. Only then did Zhang Heng and the others know that the girl and he were admitted to the same city to study, so they went together He encouraged Ma Wei to express his love, but the latter shook his head and refused.
The three other people in the dormitory knew about Ma Wei's situation. They knew that he had to rely on the national scholarship to pay for tuition and reduce the burden on his family. He studied the hardest, spending time in the library every day, and working part-time as a tutor to make money during the rest of the time. There is no time for love.
However, no one else could help with this kind of thing. Ma Wei had a strong sense of self-esteem and was active in the same dormitory. Others wanted to waive his fees, but he refused.
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. I just haven't met the girl I like yet."
Chen Huadong raised the Coke in his hand and said, "When you meet him, you must open your brothers' eyes and see which kind of witch can capture our Mr. Zhang."
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After finally dealing with three melon-eating gangsters, the time had already reached 10:05 when Zhang Heng walked out of the school gate.
If he hadn't discovered the string of numbers on his right arm while taking a shower, Zhang Heng would have even suspected that what happened in the maid coffee shop this afternoon was just an illusion on his part.
He asked the cute maid with cat ears, who was sure that he was the only one in that position from the time he entered the store to the time he left.
The handsome maid who was responsible for mixing drinks also said that she had only mixed one cup of Forbidden Love during that time.
"Never question a bartender, because every glass of work is filled with something called love, and it is impossible for people to forget their own love." The latter said coolly.
"..."
To everyone else in the store, it was like the conversation just a few minutes earlier had never happened.
Speaking of which, the guy in the Tang suit and hat and tie seemed to have mentioned that this meeting was forbidden, but he would solve the problem.
Therefore, Zhang Heng guessed that this was probably his so-called solution.
Time to call back?
Zhang Heng became more and more curious about who that guy was. All his abilities seemed to be related to time, but now was not the time to think about such problems. He needed to deal with the upcoming game first.
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 up.
At ten forty-five, he arrived outside the bar called Sex and the City.
This place was a bit remote. Zhang Heng saw several gangster-looking guys along the way, smoking cigarettes and looking at him unfavorably. There were also a few drunk girls wearing cool clothes squatting on the curb and vomiting.
Zhang Heng didn't want to get into trouble, so he put on the hood behind his sportswear and passed them at a constant speed.
The bar was busier than he expected.
Sex and the City was renovated from an abandoned factory, covering a large area. The rusty factory building is covered with all kinds of weird graffiti, and there are luxury cars and supercars parked in front of the door.
This time is when the bar business is at its best, and young people from the city flock here from all directions.
Before he even entered the door, a deafening sound came from the factory, as if it was about to tear people's souls apart. Zhang Heng frowned. Although the uninvited guest who drank the same drink as him kept emphasizing that he should not reveal anything and that he would know everything when the game progressed further, there was still some vague information 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 they have done a good job of keeping secrets.
But now there are at least seven or eight hundred people in the place where Zhang Heng is. Everywhere he can see are thighs and butts, and cool laser lights are beating along with the DJ's playing. If that so-called dangerous game is here Zhang Heng bets that Douyin and YouTube will be flooded with videos the next day.
So is there any word wrong in the address?
This is a common mistake that most people make, especially considering the age of the other person, this kind of thing is not too surprising.
Just then Zhang Heng noticed the dark figure on the upper right.
Strictly speaking, it is not the second floor. It is just a huge container fixed to the west wall by a steel structure. There is an iron ladder leading to it. Under the iron ladder, there are two people wearing suits and sunglasses standing. Strong man.
Several drunk young men and women seemed to want to run up to play, but were stopped by the two men.
One of the second-generation rich people, who must have a very wealthy family, threw a handful of bills in the other person's face. When people around him discovered that what the young man threw was actually a hundred U.S. dollars, they immediately started to commotion and started looting.
But the two strong men didn't react.
The rich second generation was a little angry and threw the wine in his hand into their faces. Probably because he was used to being arrogant, he raised his feet and tried to rush up. The next moment, no one could see clearly what happened, and his body suddenly flew upside down. When he went out, he knocked over several people and a wine table, and finally lay on the ground with his face covered in blood and filth, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Several of his companions were so drunk that they were frightened when they saw this scene. Some of the men wanted to say a few harsh words, but they finally shrank when they saw one of the guys slowly wiping his sunglasses. The provincial rich second generation hurried to the parking lot.
After the commotion subsided, the others looked at the two strong men with a hint of fear and did not dare to come closer.
Zhang Heng waited for another five minutes to make sure that no one was paying attention, then took a deep breath and walked up.
Two strong men in suits looked at him expressionlessly from behind their sunglasses. Their gazes made people feel cold. Zhang Heng felt like he was facing two male lions on the prairie ready to hunt. He pulled up his sleeves. , revealing the string of numbers on his arm.
He was still a little worried. The tragic situation of the rich second generation just now was quite unforgettable. Although Zhang Heng had guessed that the number on his arm was the ticket to the game, he did not rule out other possibilities.
Fortunately, the worst did not happen. He did not follow in the footsteps of the rich second generation and cosplay human bowling balls in the air.
After a while, the two iron tower-like figures stepped aside without saying a word, revealing the road behind them.
