Chapter 115

In the dark basement, it's very quiet. You can only hear the sound of "tick tock". Maybe a faucet is not tightened, or the water pipe in the wall is cracked. Take a deep breath, and the moldy air is a little wet.

A lamp hanging from the ceiling, the light is dim.

There is no wallpaper on the wall and no floor on the ground. It is all a layer of cement. Under a wooden frame bed, there are bottles and cans with labels of various brands of beer. There are still a fifth of the residue in several bottles mixed with the musty smell.

On the bed, there was a man. He curled up, trembling and pale. There was a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, like the layer on the lid of the pot when the water boiled.

He seemed to be in a semi coma, opening his mouth and shouting the name of a girl.

His face was full of pain.

Even in this state, there is still a sword beside him. It seems that only in this way can he have a sense of security.

suddenly.

He sat up from bed.

There was still fear in his eyes, but when he put his hand on the sword, the fear in his eyes dissipated in an instant, leaving only resentment.

He struggled and got up from the bed. His legs were still shaking. It seemed that he needed a lot of strength to support the body.

He stumbled to the table, reached out and picked up the glass placed on it. The water in it looked a little muddy. I don't know how long it had been put, but now he seems to have lost control of these, and resolutely poured the water into his throat.

Put down the cup, support the table with both hands, gasp heavily, and sweat drips down his chin.

The table was also covered with a layer of ash, but the picture frame placed on the table was still spotless.

The girl in the photo, wearing a white skirt, looks sweet, tilts her head slightly, puts her hands on her forehead like blocking the sun, and her pure smile is very infectious.

The man's face was pale and his lips were dry, but he still grinned and smiled far fetched.

He reached out and picked up the picture frame.

Across that layer of glass, he kissed the photo gently.

Then his face changed again.

One hand, covering his chest.

The trembling of the body accelerated a little.

The energy in the body, like the water in the pond, is being drained rapidly.

"Click".

The picture frame in his hand fell to the ground, a layer of glass on it fell apart, and the man's body fell down with a loud bang

The world revolves

When men reopen their eyes, they find that their environment has changed greatly.

Forbidden chandeliers, soft bedding and the smell of detergent.

He suddenly sat up from the bed and found that the sword was still around him.

With a click, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Singing in a nightgown, he waved to him, and the other hand was holding a cup of steaming coffee.

"Wake up?"

Seeing the singing, the man's pupils suddenly contracted and quickly grabbed his sword.

"Well, if I really wanted to kill you, you would have died." Singing is not good.

The man still held the sword tightly in his hand, but looking back, he felt that the song was right.

As for my previous situation, if the other party had a murderous heart, I should be pushed to the crematorium now.

"I'd like to introduce myself. My name is singing, singing fast." After singing, he took a sip of coffee and tut tut mouth. He felt that he might have been fooled. The hotel waiter also said that it was Cat Shit coffee. Hehe, obviously there was no smell of cat shit.

"Why am I here?"

"Can you still live in that place before you?" Asked the singer.

The man didn't speak again.

"Your name is mo ran, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Gao Ge pulled up a chair, sat down, put the coffee on the glass table at hand, meditated for a moment, and said, "have you been hiding in that basement?"

"How did you find me?"

"A friend of yours told me that a man named Xiao Jin was your former colleague in the bar, but he resigned long ago. I finally found it, because he sublet the basement to you, but I think you may be cheated, because he rented it for only 600 yuan a month and sublet it to you for 800. Are you stupid?"

"..." Mo Ran's heart twitched.

This man, do you talk like that?

"You want to kill that wise duo, don't you?"

Don't look blankly.

He clapped his head with a high song: "it's Liu Rui and Song Zhi."

Hearing these two names, Mo Ran's eyes turned red and his hand holding the long sword kept shaking.

"You were shaking when you slept, and now you're shaking, Parkinson?"

Mo ran roared, "why did you save him!"

"Because my task is to kill you or take you away." You have caused a lot of trouble to our stable and harmonious society. Don't you realize it yourself

"Are you a policeman?"

"No, I'm more advanced than the police." Anyway, now there is no one else, singing naturally shameless boasting, all over the body revealed a mysterious atmosphere.

"I can't die yet." Mo ran said.

"Your girlfriend..."

"Shut up!" Mo ran raised the volume again, and then held his head, a look of pain.

In fact, what's going on? You can guess one by one according to the data.

So it's not surprising that Mo Ran's reaction is so fierce now.

He sighed and sighed and drank another cup of coffee. He still didn't drink the smell of cat excrement. He could not help but Tucao a sentence. If Xia Lu was here, he would make complaints about the fact that you could drink Lanshan coffee and have a taste of tree branches.

Fortunately, not here!

"You can kill Liu Rui and Song Zhi, but have you ever thought about what will happen to you?"

"As long as they die, what if I die?"

All right! This guy is already in charge.

In fact, it's normal to think about it carefully.

If you were yourself, the reaction might be more intense than him.

Singing is not a good person, but it is definitely not a bad person.

He didn't have any principles, otherwise he wouldn't save Mo ran while collecting the Liu family's money.

The power of stars in Mo randu's body has caused a certain consumption, but it will take some time to recover completely.

He is willing to look at things from a Mo Ran's point of view.

One thing, wrong is wrong, right is right.

When people live in this world, they must be punished for doing wrong things.

If one day, there will be no evil reward for evil, no good reward for good, and no hell for death.

How terrible is the world?

At this point,

The doorbell rang.

Singing, frowning, took a deep breath, slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

Standing at the door, he shook his fist at Mo ran and told him in this way: get ready for battle!

Mo ran was stunned, shook his fist at the high song, and then hammered his chest, like a hip-hop singer.

Sing: "??"