Xia Lang

On his head, I don't know if it's a cigarette or something else.

Song Linju lowered his eyes slightly, and didn't look into the box again.

His small eyes glanced at the school badge on Song Linju's chest, and then he looked at his duty, and his tense expression relaxed a lot.

It's a student.

Front desk did call earlier to say their flowers had arrived.

Little Eyes signed the bill, grabbed the bouquet and closed the door immediately.

As the air surged, a strange smell penetrated his nostrils, like the claws and claws of the ghost hovering over the small eyes just now, trying to drag him into that dark and weird box.

Song Linju strode away, freed from the shackles of the ghost.

After Song Linju left, the smoke gradually drifted away in the corridor, dissipating, the corridor was empty, and the music was still there, as if the man-eating ghost had never appeared.

But inside the box is a completely different carnival from the empty corridor.

Scattered crookedly on the table are some plastic bottles with tubes inserted, straws, tin foil, and a few small bags of pink pills and drugs in plastic bags.

Most of the people in the box had a strange look of being in a ecstasy to the point of confusion, hidden behind the thick smoke.

Xiaoyan walked into the box with flowers, and flattered the young man who was hugging a woman, "Brother Kong, the flowers are here."

Kong Kang, who had a cigarette in his mouth, didn't answer, "For Manman."

The revealingly dressed woman in his arms took the delicate and charming rose, fiddled with the petals twice with her thin white fingers painted with red nail polish, and asked with a smile, "Did something good happen? Brother Kong, why is he so so today?" Happy?"

He's not usually so flirtatious.

Kong Kang smiled, grabbed the butt of the cigarette, and scented the woman's lips, "Boss recently negotiated a batch of good products."

There was a cook who came to Chongming. It is said that he came from Burma. The things he made were pure. The boss just got in touch with him and said that whoever sells the most among his subordinates will take over the land of Chongming.

Chongming used to be managed by divisions, but now it is finally going to be merged. Kong Kang, who has been coveting this piece of fat, is very happy, and he is bound to get this opportunity.

He took his brother to ice-skate and gave her flowers, so Baoman couldn't believe that it was just a talk about a batch of goods.

Moreover, they heard Mingzai say that the things Brother Kong gave them this time were different from before, this time they were high-quality goods, which made them very happy.

But Kong Ge was ambiguous, and Bauman tactfully did not ask more questions.

Song Linju walked out of the noisy and lively bar and stepped into the quiet and rainy night.

Not long after he went in, the rain got heavier.

The gods in the sky seem to have seen something sad in the world, and feel sad. They warn the fallen and ignorant people through the heavy rain that is about to overturn the city, and wash away the evil that silently breeds and grows in the darkness.

The water mist is everywhere, beautifying everything in the cold and hard city.

When looking at the building, what you see is the bright or dark warm house lights in the windows; when you look at the trees, what you see is a calming dark green; when you look at the road, what you see is soft chaos.

Song Linju, who was standing under the eaves, exhaled deeply, and the slightly moist air passed through his lungs, dispelling the last bit of lingering turbidity.

Song Linju held an umbrella and raised his legs to blend into the rain.

Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain. There were no people on the road, and the rustling sound of the rain almost swallowed all the sounds in the night. The old lights on the road seemed powerless in such a dark place.

Dim, silent, a world of its own under the umbrella.

The area where the bar is located is an old street with nine twists and eighteen turns. Because the lights are old, the light is still poor at night. It is very suitable for doing some shady things. Song Linju tries to go to the bright place.

After a certain distance, the back of Song Linju's head felt slightly numb, and goosebumps appeared on his back, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him in the ubiquitous dark corner.

It's like a hungry wolf on the prairie suddenly discovers a fat sheep with green eyes, lurking in the dark, stepping lightly with its wolf claws, waiting for the right time to pounce, bite off its neck, and swallow it into its belly.

Song Linju felt the danger intuitively, he frowned and quickened his pace, the rain splashed, and the slanting rain kept hitting the black umbrella.

Snapped……

The black umbrella fell to the ground, and the people under the umbrella disappeared.

Song Linju was staggered and dragged into a dark corner by the side of the road. The heavy rain made him almost unable to open his eyes. From his hazy vision, he could probably tell that the person was taller than him, with an inch-length head.

A tall, inch-cut man.

The man was so strong that he pushed him against the wall, causing his entire back to go numb.

Imprisoning his hands that wanted to fight back, he pushed up, and the tall figure came up again, clasping his throat with his big palm like iron clamps, his five fingers forming claws, with the desire to penetrate into the skin and pull his throat out. Ruthless.

"Hand over your phone." The man's deep voice was unbelievably hoarse, vague and dry like a handful of sand in his throat.

Song Linju subconsciously moved his neck uncomfortably. The man mistakenly thought that he was about to struggle, and his palms were tightening. He warned, "Be safe, I just want your phone."

The voice is not loud, but there is a coldness that cannot be ignored.

The man did not allow Song Linju to make any movements, so that from such a distance, Song Linju could only see the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down when he spoke.

Song Linju lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes, his body trembled slightly, his frightened and cowardly appearance made the man even more impatient, and his brows were tightly locked.

A shivering voice squeezed out of the man's palm, "In...the right trouser pocket."

His breathing was not smooth, and Song Linju's voice was also very hoarse.

The man did not take it empty-handed, but let go of Song Linju's right hand, and ordered coldly, "Take it out."

The man squinted at Song Linju's movements.

But it was a blur, and only the shadows could be seen shaking.

The potency of the medicine was too strong, and he tried his best to maintain the last sliver of consciousness. His body was already overwhelmed, and he couldn't see anything clearly, otherwise he would have taken the phone by himself.

Seeing Song Linju take out his mobile phone obediently, he continued to give instructions, "Call 136..."

At the booth where the phone number was reported, the man was unsteady for some reason, and the hand on Song Linju's neck loosened unconsciously.

The person involved, Song Linju, naturally sensed this rare opportunity immediately, his eyes froze, he raised his hips and bent his knees, and slammed into the man's abdomen. Taking advantage of his pain, the released hand bent his elbow and hit the man's head horizontally.

After this series of coherent and swift movements, the man seemed to lose his strength and fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Linju didn't look at the people on the ground, he raised his legs and was about to leave.

It's fine if you ask politely, and I will definitely lend him the phone, and I have to engage in non-violent non-cooperation.

The man with dizziness and chest tightness vaguely saw Song Linju turn around and leave, feeling anxious in his heart, those people were nearby, if they were found...

Suddenly, without a sound, a big fiery palm quickly grabbed Song Linju's ankle, pulling him down unexpectedly.

Song Linju didn't expect all men to be like that just now, breathing as hard as an asthmatic, and still have the strength to drag him.

The unsuspecting Song Linju was firmly crushed by the man.

Song Linju gasped, it hurts.

This person threw him like a sandbag, his back will definitely be bruised tomorrow.

The man's arm was across his collarbone, but he no longer pinched his neck, but just suppressed him, with a bit of anxious compromise in his hoarse voice.

"Help me, call...you just need to make a call for me."

Up to now, he still refuses to say "beg", which shows the arrogance of the man.

The man's slack eyes narrowed slightly, trying to focus and see the expression of the person below him clearly.

The man got very close for some reason, and Song Linju could clearly see the face of this violent man at this moment.

The inch-cut boy frowned tightly, his bloodshot eyes narrowed intently, the eyes were full of hostility, his lips were straightened, and the masseter muscles on his cheeks bulged, showing that his teeth were clenched tightly.

It looks more fierce.

The rain fell, and water droplets accumulated on the tip of the man's nose, dripping on Song Linju's face with a thud, with some warmth, whether it was rain or sweat.

Song Linju was a little surprised.

How could he be in such a mess?And looks a little delirious.

"Li Zhaozhuo?" The ending sound raised slightly.

Hearing his name, the boy's muscles tensed, his fierce eyebrows were lowered, and his red eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Who are you?"

If he was one of those people, he would definitely want more than a mobile phone.

"Song Linju." The person under him gave his name lightly.

Then, as if he was afraid that he didn't know him, he added, "I'm from Class 9, Grade [-], Chongming No. [-] Middle School."

Li Zhaozhuo's dry eyes moved slightly, and his sluggish mind worked hard.

In the same class as him... Song Linju?

These words circled in his empty mind.

Turning and turning, I don't know which words touched the extremely stretched string in Li Zhaozhuo's brain. With just such a light touch, the string called sobriety burst instantly.

The suppressed sleepiness and exhaustion hit him a thousand times and ten thousand times suddenly, the light fell apart, and the darkness surged in, dragging him into a coma.

Seeing that he was thinking, Song Linju moved his pale thin lips and wanted to say something, but just as he was about to concentrate on seeing clearly, the next moment Li Zhaozhuo closed his eyes and fell on top of him, making him groan.

Although Li Zhaozhuo is not visually fat, but he is tall, and his body is covered with a layer of muscles. The weight should not be underestimated, he is like a hill when he is pressed down.

What is this?

Song Linju unceremoniously pushed away the person who was pressing on him, stood up on the ground, and the sticky sewage slid down from behind.

He silently looked at Li Zhaozhuo, who was unconscious on the ground with a pale face. Even in a coma, his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing a bit of fierceness.

But the situation where he is being slaughtered now makes his fierceness look a bit strong on the outside.

Like a wolf cub drenched by heavy rain, its wet fur drooped, revealing its bony body, when it saw someone approaching, it lowered its body, and let out a threatening growl from its throat, trying to scare the comer.

Song Linju thought of him on the same rainy night, when he was standing.

The tall figure leaned lazily at the entrance of the alley, watching their fight with great interest, looking like a theater model