you are deep in the stars

On Monday afternoon, the Meteorological Observatory issued a blue gale warning. Just after three o'clock in the afternoon, the whole city had become hazy, gloomy like the prelude to a doomsday blockbuster.Bai Xi called her assistant and asked her to notify the whole company to leave work early and pay attention to safety on the road.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai, are you still leaving?" The assistant helped him tidy up the documents on the table, "The radio said that there is a low-pressure cold current today, and it will be very cold at night."

"Understood, thank you." Bai Xi smiled, "You should go home quickly, by the way, where is Mr. Han?"

"Oh, he's on the phone in the corridor." The assistant replied, "I'll call him right away."

Bai Xi nodded, and stood by the window to stretch his muscles. In two hours, there will be the celebration dinner at the Moses Gallery, and he is actually not in the mood to continue working.

Five minutes later, Han Zhuo came in with two cups of slightly hot coffee: "Do you want to get off work?"

"Wait a while." Bai Xi took the cup from his hand. It was not the usual black coffee, but whipped cream, and a white cotton candy in the shape of a cat's paw.

"The lady at the front desk taught me a new method, and a small glass of whiskey as a base." Han Zhuo leaned against the window, "It's just right for this cold weather."

"So girlish?" Bai Xi laughed at him, and took another sip carefully. The mellow milk coffee and spirits tasted extremely smooth. It was indeed a wonderful and indescribably warm taste.

"Do you want to go back to the apartment on Xinghai Road today?" Han Zhuo asked him, "We can listen to all the content of the dinner without being disturbed." Instead of being wary of Aunt Li who is always elusive - cut fruit every half an hour on average, and give away a bowl every hour stew.

"Have you finished listening?" Bai Xi was puzzled.

"Hmm." The corner of Han Zhuo's mouth curled up, "They're not the only ones with bugs."

In a high-rise apartment in the city center, Liu Chunchun was squatting at the door of the cloakroom, dazzled as he watched his agent change clothes. From shirts to suits, to ties and cuff buttons, clothes were constantly being ripped out of the closet, and after putting them on, they couldn’t wait. Within a minute, they were taken off again and thrown on the carpet at random, one on top of the other, and quickly piled up into a small mountain bag.

After half an hour, Liu Chunchun finally yawned and said, "I think you look good in every outfit."

Wang Yuanchen glanced at him, his tone arrogant and indifferent: "Of course I know."

Liu Chunchun was at a loss, so what are you doing, a dress-up game?

Wang Yuanchen answered him: "It's boring."

……

Liu Chunchun hid in the bathroom and called Bai Xi, telling him in a very firm tone that there is no need to worry about the conspiracy that will be unveiled tonight, and it is [-]% not scary at all, because Mr. I can't extricate myself from my beauty, and I don't even mention Moses Gallery, and I don't have the tense atmosphere before the war.

Bai Xi sat on the co-pilot, holding three shopping bags in her arms, and said a silent "um" - not only Wang Yuanchen, but also Mr. Han, after he came out of the company, he didn't go directly to Instead, he deliberately drove around to the supermarket, bought a lot of snacks and drinks, and took away a large box of strawberry cake, as if going to a girl's dream tea party.

"It's rare to be out of Aunt Li's control." Han Zhuo fastened his seat belt, "Do you want fried chicken? We can order a takeaway first."

Bai Xi opened a bag of potato chips: "Are you really not worried at all?"

"What are you worried about, Moses Gallery?" Han Zhuo started the car, the corner of his mouth raised, "I said before that I can make them disappear at any time."

Bai Xi fed him a piece of potato chips: "I just don't want to cause too much trouble."

"Now it's not you who provoke the other party, but they are trying to offend you." Han Zhuo frowned slightly, "I don't like the taste of cucumber."

"You don't like Aunt Li's carrot and tomato juice either, but you still drink a big glass every morning." Bai Xi handed over another piece, "I want equal treatment."

Mr. Han had no choice but to open his mouth.

Junk food always lifts the mood, even if it's bad cucumber chips.There is relaxing music flowing in the car, it is the old man that Bai Xi heard before, it is the ringtone of Mr. Wang's mobile phone, and it is also the childhood song most familiar to all supernatural beings - every mother has sung softly to the cradle , that is a blessing from another distant planet, representing peace, joy, and long-term stability and happiness.

When he got out of the car, Bai Xi could already simply hum the chorus melody, he opened the door of the house with his shoulders, and spread the snacks all over the coffee table.At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and the wind mixed with the cold current was roaring, as if it was about to break through the window in the next moment, but the room was not cold at all, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the small room with warm colors Stars hung all over the living room, Bai Xi sat on the sofa wrapped in a big blanket, holding hot tea in both hands, feeling so satisfied that she wanted to sigh.

Han Zhuo turned up the volume and put the bug on the table.

The voice from the earpiece was very noisy, as if someone was speaking in the distance.

In the resplendent hall, Wang Yuanchen was leaning on the pillar, looking around indifferently.No one dared to strike up a conversation. Even though he was as beautiful as a dazzling star, the gloomy aura emanating from his whole body was enough to discourage all admirers.

This was a strange and nonsensical celebration banquet. There was no protagonist of the exhibition, and the only agent who could represent him seemed quite unhappy. The opening speech was dutiful on the stage, and he praised Mr. 215, a cutting-edge painter, in all aspects.

The guests dutifully began to applaud, trying to dilute the embarrassing atmosphere in the banquet hall.

Wang Yuanchen yawned and put down the red wine glass. He had no interest in this kind of inferior liquid, nor in the so-called "celebrities" present. If it wasn't for Han Zhuo's face, he would have wanted to go to the guest booth in person and put that Chattering bald fat man dumped in the sewer.

"Mr. Wang, hello." Someone behind him suddenly said, "This way please."

Wang Yuanchen glanced back at him.

The other party was an ordinary waiter, and he added in a low voice: "Mr. Shi is waiting for you."

……

"Mr. Shi?" Bai Xi plugged in the earphones, "I thought it would be Huang Jingyuan, you said last time that he has a lot of status in the underground warehouse."

"Very prestigious, not the most prestigious." Han Zhuo said, "For today's negotiations, he is not qualified enough."

"Then who is this Mr. Shi?" Bai Xi asked again, "Is it Huang Jingyuan's boss?"

"It's not just Huang Jingyuan's boss," Han Zhuo obviously hesitated for a moment, but continued, "He is the person in charge of the entire underground warehouse, and he has been abroad before."

The jelly "Gululu" in Bai Xi's hand rolled to the ground, and she was shocked: "The mastermind behind the scenes?"

Han Zhuo nodded. In fact, even he did not expect that Shi Tian would choose to appear at this time.

In the living room of the Moses Gallery, Wang Yuanchen pulled back a chair heavily, sitting in a majestic posture, and his eyes were also very majestic. He turned the diamond ring on his hand, and looked at the man opposite him without saying a word—probably in his 40s, With a lean and thin body, the black suit is of high quality, the hair is neatly combed and shiny, the whole person looks well-educated, and the smile is quite kind. He is exactly the image of a charity entrepreneur in a magazine.

But he is the nightmare of all supernatural beings, and the mastermind of all bloody events over the years.

"Baby, you are still so beautiful." Shi Tian poured him a glass of wine himself, "Try it, if you don't like it, we can change it."

"Tell me, what's the purpose." Wang Yuanchen leaned back on the chair, "I'm only responsible for delivering the message."

"Understood, but I'm surprised that Han Zhuo asked you to come and negotiate with me." Shi Tian leaned slightly, and put his lips close to Wang Yuanchen's ear, "He clearly knows that I have always admired you."

"He probably thinks you are dead just like me." Wang Yuanchen said in a cold and mechanical tone, "Go back to your chair, or I will do it myself and tell you to go back."

"I'm not interested in fighting with you now, and you're not my opponent." Shi Tian shook his head, turned and returned to his original position, "Well, it's really not a conspiracy, I just want to find an opportunity to fight with you." Han Zhuo had a face-to-face talk, but he didn't expect that he could actually control you."

"You have many ways to meet him." Wang Yuanchen raised his eyelids, "In the end you chose to help a stranger hold an art exhibition?"

"I can explain it to him myself," Shi Tian suggested, "what do you think?"

Wang Yuanchen threw the bug in front of him.

"Thank you." Shi Tian smiled, and then picked up the small microphone on the table, "It's a pity that this gadget doesn't have a video function. It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time. Let me think about it, five years?"

……

The voice from the earphone was hoarse and gloomy, and Bai Xi was a little nervous.

Han Zhuo patted him comfortingly, signaling to keep quiet for now.

"I need to explain the art exhibition first. There is really no conspiracy. I just want to express my friendliness, because I'm sure you will take over the matter yourself after you learn about it." Shi Tian didn't care about the silence on the other end and continued to be patient. Said, "This matter starts with your new employer. We were only suspicious before, but we didn't really confirm that he was the young mutant back then. It wasn't until you appeared that we indirectly confirmed my guess."

"What do you want to do?" Han Zhuo asked coldly.

"I want you to go home." Hearing his voice, Shi Tian obviously became excited. He threw himself forward on the table, looking like he wanted to get through the small microphone immediately, his trembling and sharp voice was like The iron spoon scratched across the glass, and the earphones poured out continuously——

"I want to remind you not to forget the original oath, I will stay in the underground warehouse forever, and be the best hunter in the world."

The little stars in the living room went out instantly, and Bai Xi shivered unconsciously.

Han Zhuo held him in his arms with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid."

"Who are you talking to?" Shi Tian asked alertly.

No one answered. There was a harsh sound from the bug first, and then it fell silent again, as if it had been completely damaged.

"His oath was never to be loyal to you." Wang Yuanchen sneered contemptuously, his eyes gradually became dangerous and violent, "It was to destroy you completely."