Wang Shen took the wine glass from Liang Li's hand and the wine bottle from the table. The handsome man Liang Li mentioned had piqued Wang Shen's interest. The trap set for Zheng Wu, Sang's accident—if all the suspicions were true, then this man was the key to everything. So far, Wang Shen was certain of only one thing: this man must have some connection to Han Mo. He exposed Zheng Wu to help Han Mo take revenge on Zheng Wu, and Sang was likely just a victim of this revenge. Just as Wang Shen was lost in thought, Liang Li slumped against him. Wang Shen gently helped Liang Li up and helped her lean against the sofa.
"Where do you live? Shall I take you home?"
"No need, I want to play a little longer. You can go ahead if you have something to do, don't worry about me." Liang Li smiled at Wang Shen, her blush undiminished.
"I'll take you home instead." Wang Shen was about to get up to help Liang Li. But Liang Li shook her arm with all her might, showing jealousy and resistance towards Wang Shen's actions.
“Handsome, we’re not from the same world.” Liang Li smiled at Wang Shen again, a laugh tinged with a self-indulgent melancholy born of worldly wisdom. “Don’t worry about me, nothing’s happened all these years.” With that, Liang Li stood up from the sofa, swaying as she walked towards the bar. Liang Li seemed to know quite a few people at this bar. Before long, she was chatting familiarly with another unfamiliar man.
Wang Shen watched Liang Li's figure and sighed inwardly. He walked out of the bar, then glanced back at the brightly lit sign, feeling a momentary sense of loss and helplessness. Perhaps Wang Shen was grieving over Liang Li's life, or perhaps he was experiencing the sorrow that followed countless cases filled with love and hate.
Midnight had passed, and the city center, far from the bar street, was finally falling silent. Except for a few scattered ribbons of light on the skyscrapers, the entire city was quiet. Some people fear the night, afraid of the loneliness and unease it brings. But others love the night, liking the personal space and sense of freedom it offers.
Liang Li walked a few blocks deeper into the alley, finally collapsing and vomiting against the wall. The only sound in the dark alley was the echo of her vomiting. After a while, she let out a long sigh, looking at her red high heels, a surge of anger rising within her. She took off her red high heels, one, then both, and threw them at the opposite wall. The heels struck the wall with a silent thud. Whether the wall was damaged was unclear, as the moon was mostly obscured by clouds.
Liang Li reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. With a click, an orange-yellow flame shot out from the lighter. Leaning against the wall, Liang Li lit a cigarette. The burning embers became the only light in the dark alleyway. Liang Li took a deep drag, then looked up at the sky and exhaled a large smoke ring into the night. Suddenly, Liang Li threw away the cigarette, leaned against the wall, and began to vomit again. Tonight, Liang Li seemed to have drunk more than usual.
"Thank you." Just as Liang Li was about to get up, a hand suddenly appeared beside her, offering a tissue. Liang Li's mind was completely numb from the alcohol, so she naturally took the tissue and politely said thank you.
A gentle evening breeze brushed against Liang Li's cheek, and she regained some of her senses. Suddenly, she looked at the tissue in her hand, frowned, and turned to look at the person standing beside her.
The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its light spilling into the once-dark alleyway. Liang Li, leaning against the wall, shuddered. A chill ran down her spine from the wall. Terrified, she forgot to scream, jerked back at the person in front of her, and frantically fled deeper into the alley.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds again. Liang Li ran desperately through the alleyways, but to no avail. She could feel the shadowy figure behind her getting closer and closer, and her body seemed to have reached its limit; her steps grew heavier and slower. Finally, with her last ounce of strength, Liang Li turned a few more corners. This should finally shake him off. But after a few seconds of relief, the shadowy figure remained, relentlessly pursuing her, slowly emerging from around the corner.
Liang Li braced herself against her knees, panting heavily. The numbing effect of the alcohol showed no sign of wearing off. Never before had Liang Li hated alcohol as much as she did now. She silently vowed to herself that if she could escape this time, she would never drink again. All these thoughts seemed to vanish in an instant. Liang Li straightened up, gritted her teeth, and ran forward with all her might.
One step, two steps, after running about four or five steps, Liang Li finally stopped in despair. Standing before her was a gray-white wall. Liang Li had run into a dead end. Her bare feet moved anxiously on the cold cement floor, trying desperately to find a way out.
The moon reappeared, its light illuminating the dark alley once more. The shadow stretched long, gradually merging with Liang Li's. Liang Li glanced down at her feet, startled, and rushed forward a few steps. Finally, unable to run any further into the wall, she looked up at its height and, in frustration, grabbed a handful of her hair.
Suddenly, Liang Li's body convulsed; she felt a warm sensation on her shoulder. Liang Li screamed, jerked her head around, pressed her back against the wall, and gasped. "You! You! Who are you?"
"Why are you so nervous?" It was a man's voice, and judging from his tone, he was a very refined man.
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