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In the middle of the night, the harsh ringtone of the mobile phone invited Zhao Zuo back from Duke Zhou.

Zhao Zuo let out a low growl from embarrassment, touched the mobile phone next to the bed, and threw it under the bed.

But the ringtones of the mobile phone did not mean to rest at all, they kept coming and going fiercely.Reluctantly, he pressed the phone on.

Qi Han?What is this kid doing.

"Surnamed Qi, you'd better have something serious, or I'll go to your hospital tomorrow to name and complain about you."

The tone on the other end was a little anxious, "Is Xiaoyan with you?"

"Xiaoyan?" Zhao Zuo reflexively thought of Zhanyan, but immediately realized that he was talking about another one.Rolling his eyes, "Not here."

"Call him quickly and ask where he is, he's drunk."

"None of my business."

"I called and he didn't answer."

"I don't care."

"He can easily turn into a monster when he gets drunk. Although he won't destroy a city, it is still possible to break a tree or two and kill one or two people. Maybe the police will be called and he will be shot dead on the spot. I wanted to watch Him. But I was also drunk by accident, and I just sobered up..." Qi Han muttered, "Try calling with your number, maybe he will answer."

Zhao Zuo yawned: "Then go find Ultraman."

Before Qi Han could speak, Zhao Zuo had already hung up.

Seeing that Qi Han didn't call again, Zhao Zuo heaved a sigh of relief, calmed down and got back under the covers.

Twelve minutes passed quietly, and the moon outside the window hid behind the clouds as if sleepy.

A hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt, groped around the bed for a while, and grabbed the phone.

Then the head popped out.

Zhao Zuo turned on the screen, and his eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, were squinted by the light from the screen.

Turning to the blacklist, Zhao Zuo hesitated for a long time, and finally chose a number and canceled it.

Cursing unwillingly, Zhao Zuo pressed the number.

Three, two, one.

A woman's voice rang out.

Zhao Zuo was startled, and then realized that it was the ringtone.

However, the ringtone did not come from the mobile phone, but from the balcony outside the bedroom.

Zhao Zuohan's hair stood on end.

He pressed the phone, and the singing stopped abruptly.The number was dialed again, and the singing sounded from the balcony again.

Something hung from his chest up to his throat.

Not really.

Zhao Zuo put his mobile phone aside, picked up a thermos bottle next to the bed, and tiptoed towards the balcony.

Zhao Zuo opened the balcony door, and caught a glimpse of the black shadow out of the corner of his eyes.

It was too late to say it, but it was fast at that time, the pot was raised and dropped with a loud noise, and the black shadow fell heavily.

Zhao Zuo grinned grimly and pulled the unconscious guy up from the ground, and lifted him to the balcony railing: "There is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no way to hell, you come in." He glanced down as he spoke.

This is the seventh floor, and the round treetops and flowerbeds below can be seen in the night.

Taking advantage of no one around, he pushed the person away, and then let go with a smile.

The person fell rapidly in the air, looking like a sparrow shot down by a slingshot.

Now, I can finally sleep well.

After dawn, Zhao Zuo went downstairs and asked the aunt next to him nonchalantly among the crowd: "What's wrong with this man?"

The aunt said: "Oh, I don't know what sin I did, I fell from the top and died."

A barely visible smile flashed across Zhao Zuo's face, and he turned around and disappeared into the crowd at work, hiding his achievements and fame.

……

Of course, the above is not possible.

For the time being, it was just Zhao Zuo's fantasy.

Back to topic.

While Zhao Zuo was fantasizing, he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it away.

click.

The door opened.A gust of biting wind rushed towards his face, and Zhao Zuo, who was only in pajamas, shivered from the cold.

There is nothing in front of the door.

Zhao Zuo took a step with his heart hanging.

On the left, no one is there.

right……

Zhao Zuo felt something without turning his head, and swallowed.

Something lightly touched his shoulder.

"Wow!" Zhao Zuo was caught off guard by the bulletproof, and accidentally fell to the ground, and the kettle slipped out of his hand, rolling for a long distance.

Seeing the kettle submerged in the darkness, Zhao Zuo suddenly felt helpless.

Soldiers on the battlefield lost their guns and ended up waiting to die.

But Zhao Zuo would not give up his life so easily.

He touched the potted plant behind him.

No, this pot seems to be a Clivia just bought, very expensive.

Let go and touch another pot.

Ow.

Suddenly, a sharp pain.

Howling in my heart.

Caught a prickly pear...

Zhao Zuo withdrew his trembling left hand, raised his head and glared.

The man stood in front of him, looking down at him, his outline and expression were covered by the night, but Zhao Zuo still recognized him at a glance.

Under the sporadic lights in the distance, the man's eyes were faintly reflecting light of an indeterminate color.

The two confronted each other for a long time in this posture.

Zhao Zuo couldn't help breaking the deadlock: "How did you get here?" This person's thoughts and actions have never been measured by ordinary people's standards.

Yan Luoqing didn't reply, just looked at him like that, as if thinking about something.

Zhao Zuo got up from the ground, the cactus thorns left in the palm of his left hand made him very painful, but he couldn't check the injury right now, so he had to forget about the existence of those thorns, patted his butt with his right hand as if nothing had happened, and said coldly: "Go out. "Consciously lacking in momentum, I couldn't help but add, "Otherwise I would call 120."

After finishing speaking, I remembered that I should call 110, and suddenly felt that the momentum was weaker, and I said, "You stand here and play by yourself." Shivering in the cold wind, he crawled into the house, and closed the door behind him.

The door was blocked by Yan Luoqing's hand.

Zhao Zuo frowned: "How?"

Yan Luoqing opened the door effortlessly and barged in.Zhao Zuo took a step back reflexively, turned around and ran away when he realized it.

A huge pulling force from behind pulled him back, and he fell into a hot embrace.

Yan Luoqing hugged him from behind, "Don't move."

Zhao Zuo smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, and remembered that this person seemed drunk, so he could only sigh and say, "Do you still know who you are?"

"Shut up." Yan Luoqing's voice was calm.

Zhao Zuotou doubled in size.

While standing there calmly, he planned to contact the decoration company immediately after dawn to cover the balcony with an anti-theft net...

Fortunately, he always felt that living on the 7th floor was very safe. It seemed that he completely underestimated the special people in this world.

Suddenly, a strange hot and humid feeling came from the right side of the neck.

Zhao Zuo was stunned, and touched the warm liquid with his fingertips.

What's this?

Is it...

Zhao Zuo couldn't restrain his surprise.

Are you crying? !

how is this possible.

But it can't be saliva...

After being amazed, I only felt...inexplicable excitement.

Zhao Zuo had never seen Yan Luoqing cry.

I really want to look back, what should I do.

You can keep making fun of him about it from now on.

...Wait, isn't the pursuit of life too low?

"Hello." Zhao Zuo, who came back from his fantasy, called out tentatively.

Yan Luoqing slowly let go of her hand.

Just as Zhao Zuo was about to relax, he was suddenly pushed onto the bed behind him.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could recover, Yan Luoqing had already rushed forward.

"...You, calm down." Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he held Yan Luoqing's arms.

In the next moment, he deeply understood what it means to be a cart with a mantis' arms.

Yan Luoqing didn't do anything to him, she just hugged him tightly, "Don't move."

Zhao Zuowo flicked on the light and was about to curse, but saw Yan Luoqing's head was blood red.

The bright red liquid dripped from his hair from time to time, dyeing his face red in streaks.

He sucked in a breath of cold air suddenly, and swallowed the curse words in fright, and instantly forgot what he was going to curse.

After a while, he was sure that he was not dazzled, so he asked tentatively, "What's on your face?"

Yan Luoqing was stunned, touched her face, looked at the blood on her fingers, thought for a while, as if recalling, "I fell down."

Zhao Zuo suddenly remembered the few drops of hot and humid liquid that just fell on his neck, and he understood.

Without saying a word, he took out the sanitary napkin and medicine from the bedside table and threw them at him.

He grabbed a coat and put it on, poured him a cup of hot water, turned to look at the room, it was empty.

Shocked, he dropped the cup and rushed out of the balcony, which was also empty.

Looking downstairs from the balcony, no one was there.

Zhao Zuo yelled down: "You don't know how to walk through the door?" Do you really think you are an ape?

No response below.

In a cold sweat: Could it be...

There were some rustling sounds behind him.

Zhao Zuo looked back suspiciously, and saw Yan Luoqing appearing out of nowhere and standing behind him, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could move his mouth, his body fell down.