Chapter 2: Settlement of Accounts At

one o'clock in the morning, Xihe Village in the city was still bustling. The barbecue stalls and food stalls were still in business and doing good business. The road was full of sewage, vegetable leaves and garbage. The stone bricks on the road had long lost their original appearance. The air was filled with sour odors, shouting, crying, laughing, talking, and the air was filled with restlessness.

Tang Qi raised his feet and walked in the direction he remembered.

"Qiqi, Qiqi..."

In front of a low and dilapidated tin hut, an old woman with gray hair and wearing blue-black clothes was calling out softly. Her sunken eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of spider web, all gray and white. Her hunched body was shaking weakly in the night, and it seemed as if she would fall down in the next second.

"……grandmother."

Perhaps the original owner's memory had completely merged with hers, and she blurted it out the moment she saw the trembling old man.

Some strange feeling.

She lived for the first twenty-five years of her life, the first fifteen of which she spent in a laboratory, where she was trained every day, injected with various drugs, and analyzed and tested with various instruments. She lived a numb life, a life worse than death.

In the next ten years, he went on countless missions, jumping between life and death time and time again.

She possessed staggering wealth, was extremely powerful, and stood at the top with no one to rival her, but she still felt empty.

The old man in front of her suddenly made her empty heart feel filled with something.

"Qiqi, you're back. Where have you been? It's so late. I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're back."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were blind, but when he heard her voice, he smiled like a child and reached out his hand in her direction.

Tang Qi took two steps forward, supported the old man, and walked towards the tin house behind him.

In her memory, this is the place where she lived for seventeen years.

"My classmate invited me to sing karaoke for his birthday, and I had a midnight snack so I came back late."

After listening to Tang Qi's explanation, the old man nodded with relief, "No wonder, I knew that my Qiqi is not a bad kid and will not mess around."

Hearing the old man's words, a girl named Tang Jiajia flashed through Tang Qi's mind.

She is average looking, stupid and timid, but loves to stir up trouble and sow discord. The death of the original owner is closely related to her.

As I entered the tin house, a slightly damp and rotten smell hit me in the face.

The room is about 20 square meters in size and can be seen from top to bottom at a glance. A half-person-high wooden table is supported by the wall near the door, and three of the legs have been reinforced with cloth strips wrapped around old wooden sticks.

Further in, there is a cloth wardrobe without a door, an iron bed, an old fan, and the most valuable item is probably the half-new 30-inch LCD TV on the coffee table.

In the innermost corner is a bathroom separated by wooden boards and plastic sheets, with an area of ​​no more than two square meters.

"The water in the thermos was boiled at night. Take a bath before going to bed if it gets cold." Grandma whispered.

"Got it, Grandma."

Although she had never lived in such a bad environment, she had seen places a hundred times worse than this when she was on missions before. They were half-naked, sick, had no food to eat, and fought to the death for half a steamed bun.

In comparison, it's pretty good here as we can be sheltered from the wind and rain, have enough food and clothes, and so on.

After washing up, she lay on the creaking wooden bed, listening to the old man's even and gentle breathing beside her. She closed her eyes, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Get enough sleep so you will have the energy to deal with people tomorrow.

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Early in the morning, Tang Jiajia was in a good mood, humming a song, wearing cotton slippers, and walking down the stairs.

As soon as he opened the security iron door at the stairs, he suddenly saw Tang Qi in front of the iron house door, and his eyes almost popped out.

"Why are you here?"

Tang Qi, who had been waiting for a long time, leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and looked at the other person calmly, while lazily replying: "What do you think? If I'm not at home, where else can I be?"

Tang Qi's voice was clear, pleasant, transparent and powerful, completely different from the original owner's cowardly and gentle voice.

But Tang Jiajia had no time to distinguish the difference at this moment, her mind was full of questions.

"You clearly didn't come back last night..."

(End of this chapter)