Neverland

[The path of violators is opening——]

[Perform the first identity transmission information collection——]

[Collection complete——]

Xu Muzhou's consciousness was muddled, strange mottled color patches flashed in front of his eyes, and the cold notification sounds chattering in his ears fluctuated from time to time, with a sense of distortion that was deliberately blurred.

[Identity selection, turn on... zi zi... turn on... zi——]

The notification sound seemed to be strongly interfered by some abnormal signal, and there was an extremely piercing electric sound.Xu Muzhou frowned subconsciously in his sleep, he slept very restlessly, his eyelashes trembled, he curled up his hands and feet unconsciously like a trapped animal, trying in vain to avoid this strange coming from nowhere sound.

Fortunately, the voice quickly returned to normal.

[The original setting is invalidated, and the identity is re-planned and selected——]

【Open path——】

"call--"

Xu Muzhou suddenly woke up from his sleep, panting heavily, staring at the ceiling in a daze, unable to tell where he was for a moment.

—He seems to have had a nightmare.

But he couldn't remember clearly what happened in the dream, he could only remember the panic that exploded from the depths of his soul.

Xu Muzhou's mind was in a daze, he stared blankly at the ceiling for two or three seconds, before realizing belatedly that he had completely woken up.

It was probably still early before dawn, and the whole room was dark, except for the smart housekeeper beside the bed emitting a faint green reminder light.

Xu Muzhou numbly rolled his eyes and looked around - the sliding door wardrobe on the left was forgotten to be closed before going to bed, revealing a dark gap, the thick light purple curtains on the right were drawn tightly, and the The pearl tassels fell quietly to the wooden floor, and eyes accustomed to the darkness could clearly see the large pieces of cloth patterns on it.

—He is at home.

Xu Muzhou reached out and groped under the pillow for a while before he found his mobile phone near the edge of the bed. He pressed the lock screen and was shaken by the suddenly lit mobile screen, narrowing his eyes painfully.

The time displayed on the phone screen was [-]:[-] in the morning, which was three hours less before dawn.

Xu Muzhou finally regained his senses from the horror of the nightmare. He lost his strength and fell back on the pillow again. The phone slipped from his hand, bounced on the mattress, and landed on the edge of the bed.

The pajamas on his body were drenched in cold sweat, sticking to his body coldly, and he was too lazy to get up to change, so he simply took off the soaked pajamas and threw them under the bed in a mess.

Xu Muzhou turned over on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

A good sleep was interrupted for no reason, Xu Muzhou irritatedly rubbed his forehead against the pillow, and the sound of the urn woke up the sleeping smart housekeeper.

"Set the alarm clock I preset for half an hour back." Xu Muzhou said.

Anyway, the next day was Sunday and he didn't have to go to work, so Xu Muzhou felt at ease.

"Okay, your alarm clock has been set to [-]:[-] tomorrow..."

The fear brought about by the nightmare completely dissipated, and the drowsiness swept back again. Xu Muzhou yawned lazily, and fell into a deep sleep again before the smart housekeeper finished speaking.

The mobile phone that fell on the edge of the bed wobbled and swayed, and was driven by inertia to slide off the mattress and land on the thick carpet beside the bed.

The screen of the mobile phone lighted up silently for a moment, and then went to sleep automatically after a minute and a half.

—It is three twenty-four in the morning.

After about two or three minutes, raindrops began to fall on the thick window glass-at first it was just light rain, but in just a few minutes, the rain outside became pouring.

The winter in Shencheng is extremely cold and wet, the rain is mixed with snow flakes and falls down, turning into icy cold rain in mid-air.

The legendary city that never sleeps was also defeated by this unbearable weather. The streets were empty, and almost no one wanted to run around outside in this terrible weather.

The street lamps on both sides of the street stood quietly in the winter rain, and the rain was particularly obvious under the dim light, falling down in strands and hitting the asphalt road, forming a layer of hoarfrost.

Jiahe Community is the oldest high-rise residential complex in Shanghai, each building has more than 30 floors, and it is the first residential building in Shanghai to use elevators.

50 years ago, this place was synonymous with wealth, but today, 30 years later, this once glorious advanced community has become old, and the building facilities are outdated and decayed. A large piece of mottled white wall has gradually become a gathering place for rental houses.

The community management and hardware facilities of the old community are not very good. When it was built in the past, in order to protect the building area as much as possible, the pedestrian walkway between the buildings was very narrow.

Three or four street lights on the small road leading to Building 3 in District D were broken, and more than half of the distance was covered in darkness.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella, and then slid down along the arc of the umbrella ribs, breaking a small splash in the small puddle at the youth's feet.

The young man was holding a large black umbrella, which was pulled down very low, covering most of his face.He stopped under the last streetlight and took a pocket watch from his suit jacket pocket.

Silently, he pushed the spring open, revealing the deliberately distressed tan dial.

— Three fifty-six in the morning.

The young man buckled up the pocket watch, put it back in his suit pocket properly, and walked towards Building 3 in District D.

The voice-activated light at the entrance of the building has been in disrepair for a long time, and its agility has dropped a lot. The young man stomped his feet twice to make the light work hard.

The pure white lampshade was covered with a dense layer of flying insect corpses, blocking the originally bright light in the small lampshade, leaving only a pitiful white halo.

The young man put away the umbrella, revealing the handsome face under the umbrella.He was wearing a dark blue suit, with a clean white shirt protruding from the cuffs, embellished with a pair of pure black delicate cuff buttons.

The young man wore a pair of silver half-rim glasses, and his hair was neatly combed.He propped the tip of the umbrella on the wet red carpet at the door, and shook off the water droplets on it.

What doesn't match his outfit is that the black umbrella in his hand looks too cheap.When unfolded, nothing can be seen, but after being folded, it is obvious that the ribs are slightly bent.

The curved handle is covered with a layer of black plastic rubber sleeve. There are some irregular burrs on the edge of the rubber sleeve. The rubber sleeve at the other end of the handle is worn out by the sharp metal rib, revealing a small section of sharp burrs. If you get up accidentally, you will scratch yourself.

The old elevator stopped on the first floor. The young man took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped his fingers and pressed the start button.

The elevator door creaked open to both sides, revealing the narrow metal space inside.

The young man pressed the floor button on the 24th floor, and the elevator door closed and gradually began to run.

The young man held the black umbrella in his hand like a cane, and when the elevator reached the eleventh floor, he still held the handle and turned it around.

There was a decaying metal smell in the old elevator, the young man frowned, his eyes fixed on the floor number in the upper right corner and did not move.

——Half a minute later, the elevator arrived at its destination.

There are three households on the 24th floor. The young man got out of the elevator and turned left, then knocked on the innermost door.

The old-fashioned anti-theft door is not very sound-proof. Standing at the door, the young man can hear obvious footsteps coming from the room, and the clattering of plastic slippers on the old-fashioned floor sounds particularly heavy.

"Who is it?" A muffled male voice came from inside the room.

"It's me." The young man said.

The man obviously recognized the voice of the young man, and after a moment of silence in the house, he turned the lock and opened the door.

As the door opened, there was a strong smell of alcohol. The unkempt man stepped on a pair of flip-flops that didn't fit well. color.

The man looked gloomy, his brows and eyes were hidden by his long hair.He was a head shorter than the young man, and when he looked up, his eyes were cold.

"What are you doing here?" the man asked warily.

The young man didn't answer, but smiled at him and said, "Happy birthday."

The brain that has been poisoned by alcohol is slower, the man frowned impatiently, looked at the young man with an expression of "is your brain broken", and opened his mouth to curse: "Is my birthday today? Did you fucking-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a strong chill suddenly shot up from the bottom to the top of his back.

The man's ending fell on the young man's gentle and elegant smile. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the young man in horror, and then took a step back at an astonishing speed, and was about to close the door with his backhand.

But the young man had already pressed down on his door frame first. The young man rested his slender fingers on the edge of the brown-red wooden door, and his palms suddenly tightened, fixing the door in place.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer of water has accumulated under the 3 buildings in District D, and it is flowing into the drainage channel along the gaps in the brick-red floor tiles.

The door of 2401 was opened and closed, several oil paintings placed everywhere in the living room were knocked over, and the youth's clean leather shoes stepped on them, crushing the wooden frame of a picture frame mercilessly.

The floor lamp next to the sofa fell to the ground with a bang, and the glass lampshade shattered, making harsh noises in the quiet night.

The living room was plunged into darkness. Blood stains dripped from the door to the ground, dripping from the scattered oil paintings in the living room, and another bloody path was stepped on.

The young man was not in a hurry, he strolled in the courtyard, smiling like a cat catching a mouse, and walked into the bedroom unhurriedly.

The dim yellow bedside lamp stretched the young man's shadow infinitely long, and the man who walked to the corner stared at him with eyes wide open, holding a paper knife gleaming with cold light in his hand.

The black shadow melted into a swaying black block on the white wall, and the bedside lamp was affected by the violent impact and shook violently, re-stretching the shadow into a long line.

Two minutes later, with the sound of a heavy body falling to the ground, the shadow on the wall returned to silence.

Bright red blood spread along the floor and flowed to the young man's feet.The young man straightened up and looked at his work.

—Not perfect enough, the youth thought.

A man is an artist, and he has always liked intense, angry, and ostentatious works, so he should satisfy a man.

So the young man bent down again, carefully arranging the semi-finished product according to his own ideas.

It's a pity that the young man himself doesn't know anything about this kind of abstract art, and it's always a little bit worse after taking care of it.

So the young man didn't intend to make things difficult for himself anymore, he straightened up, wiped the remaining blood and broken flesh on his fingers with a handkerchief, and took out the pocket watch from his pocket.

— 47:[-] a.m.

Rainy days will greatly delay the time of dawn. It is already close to dawn, but the sky outside is still dark, like it is late at night.

The young man tilted his head and looked at the appearance of the room for a while. In the end, he didn't clean up anything. He just wiped the blood from his feet lightly on the floor, then picked up the umbrella that had fallen beside the man, and turned to walk towards the door.

The young man unscrewed the door and found a mature-faced man standing outside the door. He looked to be in his 30s in a suit and leather shoes, and his shoulders were slightly wet.

The man looked over his shoulder into the room and asked, "Do you want to clean up?"

The man's demeanor was unusually natural, and the young man didn't seem surprised by his arrival.

"No." The young man wiped the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief, then took out a car key from his suit jacket and threw it into the man's arms, saying, "Drive the car back."

After the young man finished speaking, he brushed the man's shoulder self-consciously, and walked towards the old elevator with the open door with the umbrella in his hand.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the gate of Jiahe Community with an umbrella in hand, and then stood on the side of the road and stopped a night taxi casually.

"Go to Karen Mountain Villa in the suburbs." The young man said.