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Wei Dao lowered his eyes quietly and did not answer.

That's the answer.

Di Weilian blinked, and understood Wei Dao's meaning.

He said with a smile like before: "Since you have already made up your mind, I won't interfere. It's just that it's better to part ways from now on. To avoid any trouble."

Wei Dao responded.

Since there is a conflict, it should be avoided, and if it cannot be avoided, avoid the other party. It is normal to distrust him. If he still trusts him, he has to ask himself with his conscience, whether he has given someone a ecstasy soup when he didn't pay attention before.

That's not a good thing.

"Are you eating?"

Di Wei asked.

Wei Dao shook his head.

Di Weiliao ate a delicious meal in front of Wei Dao, and smiled at Wei Dao and said: "If you don't eat, I can't waste it. This is all good wine and food."

Wei Dao watched him finish eating, thought for a while and said, "I still want to take a nap, and leave when I wake up?"

He looked at Di Wei, and what he said was actually a question.

Di Wei smiled and said, "Of course."

He tidied up his things slowly and said, "After all, we have been friends for so many years, so it's not easy to get into a fight. Everyone is kind and everything is fine."

Wei Dao responded inexplicably.

Di Weilai raised his eyes to Wei Dao again and said with a smile: "If you continue to sleep, I'm thinking about where to move a new sofa."

Wei Dao also smiled.

Di Weilai went out again soon, Weidao was still sleeping on the sofa.

After waking up, Di Weiliao was about to go out, Wei Dao rubbed his eyes and sat up, Di Weiliao turned his head to look at Wei Dao, paused in his footsteps, and left first.

Wei Dao waved his hand habitually, and the door slammed shut.

Wei Dao washed his face, opened the door and left.

Di Weilai was still a little unaccustomed to having no one on the sofa after returning home.

Still, it's not a big deal.

Wei Dao turned around in Area 99, where there were still fires everywhere, ruins and wounded, it looked like war.

He went to District 88 again, which was much better than District 99 and 88, but it was still far behind District [-].

Petty theft and robbery happened from time to time. Wei Dao lived in a small hotel, so he might be attacked at night.

A small card may be stuffed outside the door, with exaggerated color matching, enlarged fonts, blurred patterns, women and men.

Sometimes there will be leaflets, which are colorful and can be pasted on the surface of a certain telephone pole with just a paste of glue.

Or writing exciting slogans, or young people with pictures waving flags and shouting, the temperament is completely opposite to the behavior of secretly distributing leaflets, and the information disseminated is also something that is more shameful than small cards in this place. All kinds of political parties, all kinds of lies to encourage riots.

Occasionally, the windows are knocked by the sound of banging on the side of the road at night, or gunshots, or fighting, or cursing.

It was dark outside, there were no street lights, and the closed houses were all closed with curtains, carefully avoiding danger.

Even the lights in the room were weak and dim, exuding a feeling of returning from a long illness and dying.

The light that should have been warm orange was pale.

Living in a low-rise building, people outside the window often like to throw small stones into the house when they pass by, break the glass and run away, regardless of the owner.

There are bad men and women who don't go home at night, don't sleep, don't work, just hang out, walk around, have fun, dress weirdly, and knock on the windows that can be obtained.

bang bang bang-

If anyone was outside the door, it was—boom bang bang!

As long as a person can be caught from the house, the people outside the door will never be polite.

They hit with their fists, kicked with their feet, warned with gun butts, and irritated people with swear words.

Follow this today, follow that tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you quit, as long as you live.

Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss, and whoever has the most ability is the great one.

Most of the residences where people rest on the side of the street are stained with blood.

Or dots, or large areas of smudged, or clusters of clusters, see how the blood flowed out of the bodies of people who died here before, and how it slowly solidified.

Those strangers who break in are usually not neat, tall, short, fat, and thin. Although they can be barely uniformed in black, it is only because the night needs enough darkness to ensure concealment.

They all held weapons, fierce and fierce, killing people without blinking an eye.

Saying it out can stop children from crying at night.

Some like to cover their faces, some are aboveboard, some are locals, and some are nomads, like number four.

Each has its own concerns, and each has its own style.

When doing it, no one will say that I quit this kind of nonsense.

Anyone who can say that is a foreigner, and the delicate skin and tender meat are delivered to their door from nowhere, just like a packaged gift delivered to someone else's door by themselves, they have to bear it for fear that they will not be fast enough.

Wei Dao was also considered that kind of person by them at the beginning.

However, Wei Dao will deliberately reduce his sense of presence in the crowd. Sometimes standing in front of them, they can walk past them.

Wei Dao's complexion was very white, and he was dressed in black. When he was motionless, it was like a cluster of white fires suddenly lit in the night.

Timid people will only think of ghosts when they see it at first sight.

The menacing people saw Wei Dao, and sometimes they couldn't see him face to face.

If you saw it, your reaction would be different.

Some people want to fight when they are frustrated, but they have to fight for defense, and they may not be able to fight well.

Maybe instead, after being pressed on the ground by Wei Dao and beaten, he could only cry and beg for mercy to Wei Dao with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

If he didn't do anything, Wei Dao wouldn't take the initiative to hit them, he just stood there, if they could see him, he would be obedient.

For example, when a group of people broke into a hotel, the boss and the front desk all bowed their heads and bent their necks against the wall like quails, motionless. The group of people said that one is one, and the other is two. He would also nod his head and brag about the hype.

This is the secret of survival, and after the intruders have left, they will explain it to those who stay in the store alive.

Once, Wei Dao was living in a room, someone knocked on the door, but no one answered, they kicked open the door and came in, because they knew in advance that there was a possible big fat sheep living here.

A person saw Wei Dao and said, "Get out."

Wei Dao went out obediently.

It's not that the man didn't want to fight Wei Dao, but when he looked at Wei Dao, he felt that Wei Dao would definitely not be able to resist him.

If you accidentally lose your strength and get killed, even if you are not a fat sheep, you will be at a loss.Loss-making business is generally not done.

Weighing the pros and cons, anyone with a little brain knows this.

Wei Dao is so obedient, some people want to fight but have not had a chance to do it.

Several people held their breath in their hearts.

In a team of three or five people, open the door to find guests, and then gather a group of people in the corridor.

"You don't understand the rules! At this time, don't you know how to look? Go out and look at them. You have already come out and stood by yourself. Next time, let the old men see that you refuse to move. I will give you a shot. See It's over if you don't survive."

"This is a good product. I don't know how much it's worth. How about we weigh it tonight?"

A group of people looked at each other and laughed.

Wei Dao stood silently in the corner, shadows cast over his skin.

A group of people looked at the guests standing against the wall in the corridor as if they were being inspected, and some timid guests had already started to tremble.

They found what they needed from everyone one by one.

As for Wei Dao, the searchers turned around and left without even looking at it.

Wei Dao stood in the corner, watching a group of people leave, and a group of people cried or abused or went back to their room without changing their expressions.

He waited and waited, and no one came back to ask him what he wanted, so he went back to his room.

Early the next morning, the boss and his helpers knocked on the door one by one, asking for the money for the accommodation.

A little bit of a temper tantrum, and he was about to roll up his sleeves and fight, but the boss waved his hand, and there was another black hole in the muzzle.

last resort.

The boss knocked on Wei Dao's room, but no one responded, so he thought that Wei Dao was killed or taken away last night.

They opened Weidao's door, and at a certain moment, their hair stood on end.

However, nothing was wrong.

The person who bowed his head found many beautiful new mushrooms in the corner.

Those who looked up saw the colorful backs of spiders spinning webs on the ceiling.

People who looked straight ahead and looked left and right saw an empty bed.

The beds seemed to be used and not made.

The boss waved his hand, some people went up to prepare the bed, some began to search the cabinets, and some stood guard outside the door.

Just when someone triumphantly bent down to look at the bottom of the bed, he was suddenly startled by a pair of opened eyes.

"Ah! Ah-"

Before the two rescuers could call out, the man jumped away from the bed like a spring, and almost touched the spider with eight long black legs that was spinning silk and hanging down on the top of his head.

At this moment, he didn't care too much. This man was so frightened that he twisted his face, stared at him, pointed to the bottom of the bed and could only open his mouth.

No sound.

The boss was also taken aback. He gave the person a strange look, waved his hand in doubt, and the other person looked down in black.

Wei Dao stretched out a hand and crawled out from under the bed.

His hands are also very white, like leaves that have just frosted on a snowy day, making people feel cold and weak.

When he came out from under the bed, the boss recognized him: "Why is it you?"

The boss frowned.

Wei Dao patted his clothes and stood beside the bed: "It's me."

His expression was natural, as if he had slept under the bed last night without being disturbed.

The boss felt strange again, but after thinking about it, that group of people came frequently, and they seemed to scratch the ground every time. How could they let go of a character who was obviously a big fat sheep?

He looked at the person again and thought, it's a bastard not to take advantage of it.

He waved his hand, and the people around him pressed Wei Dao.