Mr. Perfect Makeover

As soon as Zhou Xiaoliang left, Wu Xin suddenly felt that it was meaningless to stay here any longer. He was not a professional detective and was not proficient in searching for evidence and investigating the scene of the crime. The most important reason was to stay with Ling Ge The atmosphere was really unpleasant, so he made an excuse and left first.

Walking aimlessly on the noisy street, I didn't care to watch the unique crowds of people on the street, but just moved forward and crowded with the crowd until I was squeezed into a long and narrow alley by the crowd.

Wu Xin suddenly shook his head with some self-deprecation, no matter when, he was always the one who was pushed out.

Looking up at this deep alley, I felt a little surprised. I have stayed in this city for almost ten years. Such an alley exists.

And looking at the houses and storefronts in this alley, I don't know what kind of business they are doing. Most of them have their doors half-hidden, and a dark curtain is covered inside, as if they are afraid that people will know what they are selling, which is really weird.

However, human nature is like this, the more things people don't want you to know, the more you have to try to find out.

So Wu Xin's annoyance in his heart was suddenly replaced by the mystery and secrets of this alley, and he walked around this alley slowly.

There were not many pedestrians in the alley, and after walking for about ten minutes, Wu Xin suddenly encountered only three or two kittens, and most of them lowered their heads and looked hurriedly.

After walking a certain distance, I felt a bit dull, and I thought about it, the buildings and storefronts on both sides are similar in style, and I am really embarrassed to go in every one to see what they sell, in case this is the so-called What should I do when I enter the "paint shop" in the "paint shop" and it is open?

After much deliberation, he decided to go back the same way, but who could tell him why the road behind him turned into a towering wall?

Could it be that he encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall?

Don't be kidding, Wu Xin suddenly despised himself in his heart as soon as this thought came up, looking at the bright sun above his head, there are ghosts in the world who are not afraid of the sun?

No, it seems that there are still some. His eyes slowly turned to Yu Jue on his neck, and he secretly called Lele's name in his heart.

However, my head was aching from thinking, that brat still disappeared, and said bitterly: "I will fire you as an incompetent emissary, and you always lose the chain at critical moments."

Looking around, apart from the seemingly endless bluestone road in front of me, there are more and more mysterious shops on both sides.

Wu Xinran, no matter how courageous he was, finally felt a little scared. He was hesitating whether to go into a shop to find out some news. Not far away, another passerby dressed in black walked up.

Overjoyed in his heart, he quickly walked up to him, "Hi, may I ask how to get from..." While talking, he met the man's face, his face was as pale as snow in an instant, and the word "here and out" was like a sharp knife The fish stalk stuck into his throat fiercely, and he couldn't spit it out no matter what.

The pedestrian in black didn't seem to have heard Wu Xinran's words, and still maintained a gentle pace, leaving silently from Wu Xinran's side.

With only one big wall behind him, where can he go?

Suddenly a white light flashed through Wu Xin's mind, and he turned his head abruptly. There was no one else, and there was nothing behind him, except for the wall.

That person disappeared?Or did you enter a store?

Wu Xinran's big eyes wandered back and forth between the two shops behind him. He knew that there were dangers and weirdness everywhere, and he shouldn't be reckless. However, his subconscious behavior was faster than his brain's deliberation, and his feet seemed to have grown consciously. Step by step, he moved to the door of a shop, his hands were beyond the control of his brain, and he pushed open the half-closed door fiercely. . . . . .