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Damn it, is x East Express always so dangerous at work?I will treat every courier and delivery person kindly in the future.

As soon as Wang Meng got up, he was about to hit me with an electric shock---/gun.I got angry from the bottom of my heart, thinking that you fucking dare to provoke my eight-legged lady with a hole in the silk, so I lifted my skirt all at once.

Wang Meng froze for a moment. I was actually wearing leggings, but I took off the prosthesis while he was stiff and swung that leg at him.

However, the other party's stiff time was shorter than I expected, and it hit my self-confidence.

I tapped his wrist with my leg, and the electric-shock----/gun flew out.He has already locked my neck and pulled my hair at the same time.

I was furious, because the most cherished item of today's young people who stay up late is hair. If this person does not have great malice towards me, he must be a fool who is out of touch with society.

Or both.

Wang Meng quickly pulled me into the room. I was locked up and almost suffocated. I couldn't cry out. I could only kick and wave my prosthetic limb desperately, making noise.

The door was kicked shut by Wang Meng, and many scenes of perverted encounters in TV dramas appeared in my mind, and there was another violent panic struggle, even scratching and biting, but he didn't completely subdue him.

"stop."

I was still stepping on Wangmeng desperately, when I heard a familiar voice say coldly, "Don't move."

I froze as soon as I heard it, and the man who was fighting with me immediately took away the prosthesis and twisted my arm instead.

I didn't realize it a little bit. My first thought was that I had a fucking accomplice, and then I just felt that the voice seemed to be Guan Gen.

Do I look like a shrew?Or a cat that got rua blasted?Why is his tone so fierce?

I was twisted and bent over, only to see a pair of shoes coming out of the previously closed door.

what happenedwho am i why am i hereCan anyone tell me what's going on here?

Thinking back to the tragic criminal cases reported in the news, did I do something stupid and send myself to a place I shouldn't be in?

Silly touching, even a little want to cry.

"Wang Meng," Guan Gen's deep voice sounded again, "you fucking move again."

The man who was holding me loosened suddenly, and I heard him say "ah", "Boss, this woman..."

"Your salary is gone this month," Guan Gen said, "Let go." As he spoke, he waved away the man named Wang Meng, and reached out to grab my arm.

My perception of all these changes was still terrified, and I looked up at Guan Gen's face, gradually losing expression control and curling the corners of my mouth, and my nose became more and more sore.

He was not born cold and hard, and the gentle facial features of Jiangnan people, I don't know if he has lost weight, but at this moment it seems that there are some sharp lines.

"Legs..." I said, "my legs..."

Sekine realized that I couldn't stand up.

I sat on the ground, pulled Guan Gen's sleeve with a confused cry, and asked, "He, why did he hit me?"

Guan Gen paused for a moment, lowered his head to connect the prosthesis for me, and at the same time said decisively: "He is sick."

Wang Meng's face was as black as ink, but he didn't fart.

I let out an aggrieved "oh", sniffed, and it took two seconds before I felt that this scene was funny and painful.

Guan Gen had some stubble on his chin, his eyes were dark because of staying up all night, and his eyes were dark as hell because of the backlight.

I have never seen such haggardness in him.

He lowered his head and was very close to me, and I could even smell a mixture of sand and smoke on his body.

"Master Wu! Master Wu, give me another chance and I..." A middle-aged man rushed out of that room, and seemed to be taken aback when he saw me.

I was also stunned, and hiccupped while sobbing.

What happened to this Nima?

Guan Gen's brows darkened, and he quickly winked at Wang Meng. Wang Meng stood up and pushed the man back into the room.

"My daughter is about the same age as her! My daughter...!"

The door slammed shut.

Although I still don't know exactly what's going on, these two sentences are enough to make my brain open.

I seem to have crashed into something incredible.

Guan Gen looked down at me and smiled shortly, "I'm sorry, my buddy has been a little nervous lately. Are you okay?"

I can barely stand up... how am I?Am I okay?

I looked at him with a frozen QAQ expression.

Guan Gen was silent for a while, seemed a little helpless, stretched out a hand to press the top of my head and rubbed it lightly twice, "Girl, you go back to the room first, I'll explain to you later."

I calmed down a little bit—or I could say that I was shifted by the chaotic point of touching my head, and I immediately found that Sekine didn't show a trace of nervousness.

He's so patient, as unhurried as he usually is, and makes one want to be unconsciously dependent.

As I nodded, I suddenly realized that if I go back like this now, then this is probably the last time we meet.

Guan Gen helped me up, sent me to the door and then turned back and gave me a box of fishing bells - I don't understand why this thing appeared here - then encouraged me and smiled at me, "Go quickly."

In the past, I could hardly look straight at him when he smiled. I don't understand why a man with his temperament is so captivating when he smiles.

But this time I stared blankly at his face.

At the moment the door was about to close, I stuck my finger in the crack of the door.After a brief period of pain, I saw Sekine again.

I asked, "...what's in that express box?"

Wu Xie closed the door, Wang Meng came out of the room, and said eagerly: "Boss, things have been taken apart."

The courier box was made of cardboard interspersed and spliced, and there were two obvious creases on the bottom, which was obviously opened by someone with non-destructive means.

Wu Xie lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Nonsense, are you still expecting the package to be complete after the express delivery arrives in the hands of a woman?"

He rolled up his sleeves, where blood was oozing, and the shirt stuck to the wound on purpose to cover it up.

The tenth time, he already had ten scars on his arms.

Looking at the new wound, Wang Meng hesitated to speak, and finally he could only take out the medicine and bandages.

Wu Xie sat on the chair, closed his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth.Wang Meng used the simplest and most brutal method to disinfect and apply medicine, and finally wrapped it in gauze.During the whole process, Wu Xie just frowned and bit the butt of his cigarette.

"Master Wu, little Buddha," the middle-aged man seemed to wake up after being stunned by Wang Meng once again, "don't involve my daughter, all other conditions are negotiable."

Those who can do logistics for people like them will definitely not be cowards. Wang Meng knew that he wanted to renegotiate the terms again, so it was just a kick to go up.

Wu Xie twisted the cigarette into the ashtray, "It's impossible not to involve your daughter. Even if we don't bring her to the desert, all this will affect her life.

"It was an accident, unfortunately. But in our business, another name for accident is fate."

Wu Xie picked up the express box, cut it along the tape seal with a paper knife, and took out two rolls of video tapes.

"I'm not a cruel person," he said lightly. "If the matter can be resolved with you, your daughter will be fine."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, "You mean..."

"You don't need to take your daughter to the desert this time," Wu Xie looked down at the video tape, "but if you all fail, I will bring her to reunite with you."

He raised his head and smiled slightly, "How about it, is it interesting enough?"

The man's face changed frequently, but he obviously had to bow his head because of his weakness, "...you at least promise me that Shen Qiong will be fine during the time we enter the desert."

Wang Meng said in a low voice: "Boss, the original plan was not..."

Wu Xie raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to say anything, "I promise you, with my ability, it's not a problem to protect a child."

The man realized that all these changes in plans might have something to do with the girl who just appeared in the room, but he just carefully said some flattering words about being a businessman, and then listened to the exchange between Wang Meng and Wu Xie.

Wu Xie glanced at him indifferently, and said another sentence that made him fall into an ice cave, "That girl is a smart person, I hope your daughter is the same."

Kangen still didn't say anything to me.

Maybe it's a good thing if things turn out to be what I first guessed.

He swore he'd tell me everything, but it was obvious that he was half-doing it.There is nothing in this world more unreliable than a man's oath.

In fact, I didn't really intend to know anything, that question just showed my attitude-the attitude of dog skin plaster.

I made up a story, went back to eat instant noodles with Li Chuaner, continued sketching, continued writing travel notes, and continued my life.

A week later, we returned to school, and I continued to send messages to Sekine, with content ranging from literature and art to sand sculptures.

Li Chuan'er was making a video call with someone, speaking a mouthful of North Germanic, trying to convey the taste of Wu Nong's soft language.

At the other end of the video is a boy who has been chasing her while studying abroad. His English name is Steven, and he is a little puppy from the Department of Computer Science.

At the beginning, the two of them had nothing to do with each other, but they started calling after they separated.

After Li Chuaner finished the video call, I handed her some snacks.

"Chuan'er, please ask your little boyfriend to check someone for me?"

Li Chuaner chewed the snacks, "He's not my boyfriend yet... Are you not living enough?"

She asked this because I once asked Steven to look up a person who kept sending money to me during my convalescence in Northern Europe and paid for my education.

Steven is not the kind of high-end hacker, he just knows some small tricks more than the average person.So in the end, it was only found that it was an American account, and the holder's Chinese name was Xie Ziyang.

But in the last remittance before returning to China, there was a message attached to it, to the effect that from the moment I set foot on our territory, all his support to me would be cancelled.

I originally thought that he might be related to my deceased relatives and friends, but I couldn't find this person no matter what.

What's more, this man is serious.

I ate for half a year, received various part-time jobs online, and tried to get a full scholarship, barely surviving on the verge of starvation.

I said, "No, the other person."

"Who?"

"Close root."

Li Chuaner stared at me with crazy but gossiping eyes, "Oh~ Your Majesty is going to make a move? Are you being too spicy?"

I threw a pillow angrily, "Am I such a pervert?"

"...Isn't it?"

Angry.But after thinking about it, I had to bow my head in the dormitory, "Oh, please, please, please drink milk tea."

Li Chuaner was shaken by me, "Ai ai ai ai ai, I don't want to drink milk tea with your hard-earned money."

She broke my chin, and said to me with a domineering CEO: "But, woman, tell me this gossip, and I will help you do it for free."

I've been checking on Sekine since I left his hotel room that day, but my methods are naive.

I first checked the courier company, which was registered in Beijing. I could see some employee information and phone numbers, but I couldn't find anything related to Sekine.

I also called, but no one answered.I wonder if it's going bankrupt, or it's not a serious company?

Then send and enable all available search engines and social accounts to directly collect Guangen information.

I have done this kind of thing before, when I was taking a theory class, I picked a modern painter from an art gallery and picked up his growth history to enrich my thesis.

Unexpectedly, Sekine has a wide range of friends, but there is very little real information about his life.

I sorted all the photographic and literary works of Sekine that I could find in chronological order, hoping to deduce the trajectory of this person.

With footprints all over the world, it can be seen that the level of photography has improved, but all clues point to recent years.

I have never been so serious about writing a thesis. I couldn't believe my conclusions at the time, so I could only try to convince myself.

Maybe Teacher Guan is really such a person?Maybe he didn't like to use social accounts before, because he learned photography in the past few years?

But few people can completely hide the past in their social circle.There is already a long column of "Guangen social circle" category in my mobile phone, which is full of newly added contacts. These people include photographers, painters, playwrights, etc., and none of them know what he used to do of.

Finally someone told me that "Kekine" was just his pseudonym, and I realized I really didn't know anything about this guy.

But of course I couldn't tell Li Chuaner that.

After considering the words and sentences, I said: "Well, let's assume that I have a friend..."

Li Chuaner looked at me with a smile, "I have a friend, I'm happy to hear about it."

"... I have an ordinary friend who is very interesting, but now I feel that something is wrong with him, should I continue to associate with him?"

Li Chuan'er said, "What's wrong? You really like him?"

"...Is it okay to cooperate," I covered my face, "Forget it, but I really feel a little strange."

I dug out the photographic works stored in the computer and pointed to the photos, "Generally speaking, photographers and painters have personal aesthetic habits when they choose the composition and adjust the atmosphere of the work. It's like a person who has nothing to do. Small movements. But I can't see his habit of setting, it's like, um... a person sitting in a daze is just a daze, without any other movements, which is very strange."

Li Chuaner also studied art, she also understood this truth, but she just wrinkled her nose, "Momo, do you know that there are some very famous courtiers in history?"

me?"

"Looking at the style of their articles, you'll think wow, that's really noble," Li Chuan'er spread her hands, "But in fact, they don't do human affairs in daily life, do you know what I mean?"

I:"……"

It seems to make sense, but is Mr. Guan a secondary illness?Why bother?

"Momo," Li Chuaner pressed the cover of my computer, "I also have a friend."

Me: "..." Why does it seem a little bad.

"She wants to have a deep relationship with a person, but she is nervous. I think she has already figured out what to do if the other person cheats and divorces. However, in anxiety, she still tries to find enough evidence that she can continue to communicate with that person, so She asked me to answer a question," Li Chuaner paused, "May I ask if I should pour out the water in her mind?"

The author has something to say:

Recently, the review seems to be stricter, so it is more embarrassing to edit the text, and some places can be left untouched.

Personally, I think the effect of this version of restarting the film and television is still good, Amway.