"You guys chat, I'm going to sleep." Wen Yuning yawned and left gracefully.
"It seems like it's only 7 a.m. now," Lu Xingyun said, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"You don't understand women's beauty sleep." Yuan Qingli glanced at it and left the hall.
The three grown men were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
For the first time, Wen Yuning felt that she and Yuan Qingli had some common ground.
After the minute hand of the clock had gone around twice, Yuan Qingli reappeared in the hall.
The three men were staring at the app, as if waiting for the result of an important match.
The table in front of me was a bit messy, with greasy bags and broken eggshells scattered around.
"Qingli, you're here. Come and have some breakfast." Lu Xingyun thoughtfully went to the restaurant to get breakfast: soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs—the standard fare. "Come on, it tastes good."
Yuan Qingli sat down gracefully, took a sip, and found the temperature to be just right.
So, what are your thoughts today?
"We can't take any more orders. How about we go out for a walk?" Lu Xingyun tilted his head, looking at the phantom outside the door with burning eyes.
Anyone who owns a Phantom at the age of 20 would dream of taking it for a spin every day.
Of course, except for the domineering CEO Bo Zijin. He already had it when he was 1 year and 9 months old.
Of course, aside from the assassin Fang Zhiyou, he hadn't even figured out the concept of a car yet.
Of course, apart from Yuan Qingli, she seemed to have no interest in cars from beginning to end.
Wen Yuning, needless to say, just wanted her butler to take her for a drive.
so.
After circling around, Lu Xingyun turned back and realized that, apart from himself, no one else was interested in the illusion...
"You can take a look and experience the local customs and culture." Yuan Qingli was quite open-minded, treating this mission like a vacation.
“Sure, it’s a good opportunity to get to know this city.” Bo Zijin was always very rational.
"Hmm." Fang Zhi didn't even bother to say another word.
"Then let's go."
When the sun is high in the sky, it seems to be spring or autumn, with day and night roughly equal.
A cool breeze, fine and gentle, brushed against my face without leaving a sticky feeling.
Yuan Qingli lowered the car window, leaned her elbow against it, and quietly looked out the window, her beautiful hair swaying in the wind, bringing a refreshing feeling.
The city may look a bit old, but that doesn’t hide the vitality on the streets.
Among the passersby, there were mostly skeletons and zombies that looked like rotting flesh, and the rest were strange and unidentified species.
Overall, this is a peculiar city.
After wandering around for half an hour, I still couldn't figure it out.
Yuan Qingli pondered for a moment: "Take me to the library."
The other three people's eyes lit up.
Sometimes, the simplest method is the most effective.
It didn't take many turns, but the journey to the library took a full hour.
The library looked quite ordinary, rectangular and symmetrical, with only five floors. It had an arched entrance and two wide stone staircases on either side leading directly to the second floor.
After arriving at the library, the four of them went straight to the local history section.
Yuan Qingli didn't go there; instead, she went to the reading room to look for geography magazines.
Half an hour later, as agreed, everyone stood in the lobby on the first floor, each carrying a stack of books.
Yuan Qingli, however, was quite relaxed, holding only a piece of paper—a very large piece of paper.
“I looked up the history of this city, both official and unofficial histories, but none of them are very recent; they all seem to point to fifty years ago,” Lu Xingyun revealed first.
"Nothing was found."
Fang Zhiyou was holding a book, but only wrote three words, making people wonder if he was just going through the motions.
"This city is called Wuwei Town. It used to be an unknown small town. But fifty years ago, a group of mysterious people suddenly came and developed it. In just a short period of time, they transformed the town into a metropolis."
But strangely, the mysterious person who built the buildings seemed to have a strong aversion to building height, and never constructed any buildings exceeding eight stories. "Bo Zijin's observations were very keen."
After listening, everyone thought about it carefully.
Indeed, I didn't see any tall buildings on the road.
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