The door of Ye Weiyang was reopened from the inside because of a phone call. The police officers who had been ready for action rushed in and found that the people inside did not resist at all. The leader raised his hands and the first sentence he said was: "I'm sorry, I made you work overtime during the holiday. I'm sorry!"

The gangsters these days are quite polite.

The passers-by who were locked inside couldn't believe the development of the situation before their eyes. They thought they were dead and cried and hugged each other. Finally, they saw the door open through their tearful eyes, and the cutest and most kind people in the world rushed in. Then the gangster apologized and was pinned to the ground...

The sense of security is instantly restored.

The broken glass made a crisp second shattering sound under the feet of the officers' boots. In the chaos, people saw a tall and strong figure pushing the door open at the end.

The man walked towards the group of people who were pushing and shoving to leave.

The person walking at the front of the team was eager to leave, but stopped subconsciously at this moment. The young woman in high heels looked up with a dull expression and met the calm black eyes.

"Excuse me, have you seen a little girl wearing a short black dress...with a cutout on the back and a bow tied around it?" The man pointed at his chest with his hand, "About this height."

His voice was warm and polite.

However, I don't know why it gives people an indescribable sense of oppression.

The young woman who was looking at him initially blushed due to shyness, and then she turned around to look at her companions. They all looked at each other, and then they all realized that they were saved tonight, probably because of the black dress that was being sought.

Everyone began to look at the people around them, trying to help find someone who fit the description.

After a long time, a waitress stood up. She easily recognized the identity of the person who asked the question and said tremblingly: "Mr. He, I, I think I have seen the person you described... Just now the door was not closed, she pulled me out from under the table and told me to run, and then the door closed not long after we walked - we were locked in - and then, she should have taken advantage of the chaos to return to the third floor."

The man was silent for a moment.

Then he curved his eyes and said "thank you" gently to the waiter.

Before the waiter could savor the smile on that handsome and mature face, he had already turned around and went up to the third floor.

At this time, nearly two and a half hours had passed since the accident.

There were no signs of vandalism on the third floor. He Jinxing's footsteps made a "tapping" sound as he stepped on the corridor. The sudden sound made him lower his head almost reflexively, and then he saw a pair of black boots that had been taken off in the corridor...

Three hours ago, the little girl wearing it was standing on the stairs in the late night carrying a huge birthday present box, and she lowered her head timidly, looking at him standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"……snort."

He chuckled with an ambiguous meaning, agreeing with some of her cleverness.

He Jinxing's dark eyes calmly swept across every open private room.

In the middle box, he saw a smashed cake. It was probably someone was pressed on the cake as a prank at some point...

His eyes moved away from the cake emotionlessly.

Gou An is not included in this.

He Jinxing pushed open the second-to-last private room, and there was finally a ripple in his originally calm eyes. He smelled a strong smell of blood.

He immediately raised his hand to turn on the light and saw the entire scene in the box.

At first, the residual blood on the coffee table made the man's hand stiffen when he turned on the light.

But soon he discovered that there was a person lying between the sofa and the coffee table with his face covered in blood. His head was still bleeding, and there was a faint slap mark on his face. The broken glass from the wound looked exactly like the crack on the coffee table.

At this time, he was probably in a coma due to a concussion and was unconscious.

In an instant, the suffocating feeling in his throat disappeared without a trace. He Jin walked forward, squatted beside him, raised his hand, grabbed the man's hair, lifted him up and took a look, and saw a scratch mark on his chin.

Like being scratched by a cat.

His eyes flickered and his fingers loosened, causing him to fall helplessly back to where he was lying originally. The man stood up expressionlessly and walked to the window. The window was open, and it made a creaking sound in the night wind.

When I stretched my head to take a look, I saw a water pipe extending downwards by the window. The rusty water pipe had traces of being heavily stepped on and climbed by shoes (or feet).

Judging from the messy trampling marks, this wall-climbing technique is not very good.

Perhaps a large cat scratched a person and thought it could climb walls and roofs, but in fact it clumsily climbed down the water pipe from the third floor.

"..."

He Jinxing was silent for a few seconds, thinking that film ratings were indeed necessary.

Those science fiction movies in which the spy protagonist has nine lives like a cat, can slide down dozens of floors bare-handed and still survive, and are advertised as action movies, are simply not well directed and are not suitable for children.

He reached out and considerately closed the window.

Then he went to the corridor, picked up the discarded boots and took them to his VIP room on the fourth floor.

In the bathroom, I slowly washed off the blood that was on my hands when I was holding someone else's hair.

He Jinxing returned to the first floor at a leisurely pace. When he came down, two gangsters handcuffed to a pole dancing pole were still chatting.

"Did Brother Long and the others find the person?"

"No, I let that bastard run away."

"Oh my god, what's the point of working overtime?"

"I don't know. That's so stupid... annoying."

He Jinxing walked past them expressionlessly and randomly found the police officer closest to him and told him that a wounded person was found on the third floor and his injuries were quite serious, so he might need priority treatment.

While he was explaining the situation upstairs to the sir, He Ran rushed in like a gust of wind, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd, jumping and yelling at him: "Uncle! Uncle! I just called Gou An's family and her mother said she called home just now! She's fine, just a little scared, but she escaped with the crowd a long time ago, and her phone was lost in the process. She's drunk now and is at a friend's house--"

He chattered quickly, but couldn't hide his excitement as he finished it in one breath.

He looked like he was greatly relieved.

It was as if he was glad that he didn't make any big trouble because of his negligence.

The nephew spoke a lot, and He Jinxing politely gestured to interrupt the conversation with the sir. Then he turned around and asked a strange question without any context: "You said, she still drank?"

"Ah, I drank a little. It was my birthday! But it's okay. It didn't delay her from coming out smoothly—"

"Um."

He Jinxing nodded without comment, "You should go back too."

"?"

The man's calm face made He Ran's mood, which had suddenly relaxed, tense up, as if he was a sensitive creature that could always accurately capture the slightest sign of danger in the air.

The words of relief that were about to come out of his mouth suddenly stopped, and the boy stared at the elder in front of him, who was actually not much older than him, but was actually slightly higher in generation.

"What's wrong?" He Ran asked.

"It's okay," He Jinxing said, "You go home first. It's so chaotic tonight, the old man must be worried about you--"

He Ran nodded slowly and was about to turn around and leave when he heard the man finish the second half of the sentence slowly.

"Once everything is settled, I will personally go to the Gou family to discuss the cancellation of your engagement with Miss Gou."

The low, slow voice landed loudly.

It was as calm as the weatherman who would report the weather after the daily news broadcast, reminding everyone that it would rain tomorrow and that everyone should bring an umbrella when going out.

Miss Gou didn't know that in the chaotic night, someone had blown the horn of freedom for her, and the goddess of luck was about to favor her doomed engagement.

I don't know when a hazy drizzle started falling from the sky.

Gou An was lying on a man's sturdy back in a daze. The alcohol had already reached its peak and she was a little confused about what was going on.

In a nightmare that is set in the future.

Or in the reality where she is still a glamorous rich girl.

She closed her eyes, her white arms were dirty and rusty, but she tightly wrapped her arms around the person in front of her.

——It's like a parasitic plant clinging and entwining a towering tree.

At this moment, the person carrying her had a smell of sweat mixed with blood on his body, which was obviously an unpleasant smell... But Miss Gou was like the most docile little animal. She used her soft and cold nose tip to gently rub the hard, knife-cut hair of the person.

After rubbing it, he took a deep breath of the unpleasant smell. Gou An sneezed, but he stubbornly and greedily took another breath...

The soft lips inadvertently brushed against the man's slender neck.

This action caused the strong arms that were originally supporting her hips and preventing her from falling to tighten.

The muscles bulged, and under the white shirt wet by the rain, the bloodstains had originally been diluted, but because of the momentary tension in the wound, more fresh blood flowed out.

However, the owner of the wound seemed to not care.

………………He could no longer tolerate being treated as a nobody and having his money sucked away.

"Don't move."

A deep male voice with a hoarse voice, the man who was not very talkative to begin with, was forced to warn the drunk on his back, "I'll throw you down."

In response to his threat, the two bare feet hanging on his arms kicked, and the rusty thumbs opened and hooked back, stepping firmly on his wet white shirt at a very flexible angle.

“…”

Dirt and rust rubbed off on him, but the culprit seemed to have succeeded in playing a prank and held his neck and laughed “hehehehe”.

The vibrations from the chest are transmitted through the back.

Amidst the unbridled strange laughter, the man who had been sternly warning just a second ago fell silent again. This time it was obviously because the absurdity of the situation was beyond his comprehension...

Strictly speaking, at this moment, he was even a little overwhelmed.

Abandon her? I've already carried her so far away.

The famous tube-shaped building complex in Zhaipu District is right in front of us. There are only a few street lamps left in the dilapidated black buildings. In the drizzle, the dim light is struggling to hold on.

Some of the mottled advertisements on the wall had fallen off due to the dampness, along with the sewer cleaning advertisement printed on the wall.

The traces of torn walls, like these old, crumbling buildings, are scars of this city.

It was nearly three in the morning. Some of the breakfast stalls had already turned on their lights, and the sound of people talking could be heard from behind the half-open windows.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you to stop moving."

His Adam's apple rolled and he could only warn in a hoarse voice.

Perhaps it was the helplessness in that tone that had entered a familiar rhythm, the restless girl on his back actually calmed down.

She hugged his neck and said obediently, "Oh."

Gou An closed his eyes and buried his face in the neck of the man in front of him.

She was so drunk that her brain couldn't function at all.

But she knew that the person carrying her on his back at this moment was the most reassuring person in the world.

"Right, if you have something to say, just say it nicely. I'm not going to go against you all the time. After all, if you get angry and just give me a cold shoulder and ignore me every other day, I'm still a little scared... And I'm warning you, don't be so aggressive. You're already late tonight, and I didn't complain to you because I was in a good mood."

"?"

She talks a lot of nonsense.

In the endless silence, Gou An seemed not to notice the disgust of the person in front of him at all. Instead, he raised his hand and drunkenly touched the top of the person's head, whose hair was prickly, as if he was touching a big dog.

"Not only did you come late and not apologize to me, you even threatened to throw me down! Damn, don't you know that my feet hurt? The rust on the water pipe has stabbed my feet! I might be bleeding!"

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the bare feet hanging on his arm. Apart from being a little dirty, there were no scratches on the skin.

"Believe it or not, I'll ask my dad to deduct your salary! Deducting your salary is what you fear the most!"

She rambled on a lot.

The person carrying her didn't give her any response, as if he was deaf or dumb.

The claws that had been pressing on the man's head dropped, and the soft fingertips slid down along the taut contours of his cheeks, rubbing his angular chin in a random and intimate manner.

"...Why don't you say anything? Are you really scared?...Well, forget it, I'm just kidding. I can't bear to bully you."

She had no idea what she was talking about, as if he was someone she knew well.

We just met not long ago.

It was definitely our first encounter.

At the time, he was hiding from the Jiang family, and all the exits were blocked by their people. He could only think of crawling down the pipe to the VIP box on the third floor that had not been affected yet...

When passing by the VIP box on the third floor of Ye Weiyang, I met the little girl who was almost strangled to death on the sofa by the angry gangsters who failed to take advantage of her.

Rescued her by chance.

Then, somehow, he fled with this drunkard who had nothing to do with him and whom he didn't even know.

At this time, the person behind him began to pinch the tip of his ear with his hands again.

Finally, he was annoyed to the point of having a headache, and had to stop again, and not so gently put the person on his back to the ground -

When her feet landed on the ground, the little girl staggered violently. If he had not mercifully stretched out an arm to hold her slender waist, she would have fallen to the ground.

Because of this action, the distance between the two people was shortened.

Her face slammed heavily onto his chest.

He heard the little girl in his arms, who was curled up like a puddle of mud, let out a sound similar to sobbing.

Did your nose hurt? She grabbed his wet shirt and hesitated. He lowered his head and moved closer to her, and then he heard her muffled and low complaint, "You don't know how scared I was just now."

Even though he knew that the pitiful mumbling was not actually directed at him, it still made him fall into a trance. His thin eyelids slightly lifted, and a trace of emotion appeared on his face, which seldom showed any expression.

Then he heard the person he confirmed was the first person he met half an hour ago, calling his name.

"Why did you come just now, Yelang?"

(End of this chapter)