Chapter 970

At 10:30 pm, there was a light rain in Mingtai city.

At the door of a convenience store at the corner of Baisheng street, a girl in her twenties poked her head out of the store and looked at the wet street. She still held a mobile phone in her hand and was making a phone call attached to her ear.

"Well, I know. Don't worry about me. The weather is bad today. There are no guests in the store. I'll close and go home."

The girl hung up the phone, retracted into the store, reached out to brush the bangs just wet by the rain, and took a breath.

She turned back to the back of the counter, locked the drawer, pulled out an umbrella from the bottom grid and went out directly.

Turn off the light, turn over the closing sign, and the girl begins to lock the door. This is a day-to-day job, not to mention boring, but it has never been filled with any passion. However, the girl's mood was a little higher today. Because of the weather, she secretly left work half an hour ahead of time behind her boss.

The girl put the key into the keyhole and turned it. She frowned and shouted, "the lock doesn't work well. I have to find someone to repair it tomorrow."

"No business?"

The man's rough words suddenly sounded behind her. The girl screamed and turned pale. At the same time, the keys in his hand fell to the stone floor at the door with a crash.

One meter in front of the girl, a tall man was standing. The light of the yellow street lamp cast on him and poured a large shadow on the ground. He put on a loose black coat, pulled his hood over his head and covered his face. The intermittent rain hit his coat, flowing down silently and rolling down the corner of his coat.

In the middle of the night, any single woman has to be vigilant when she meets such a tall and secretive man in an empty street. The girl moved back, and the dirty white sneakers hit the glass door of the convenience store, making a restless noise. She leaned tightly against the wet glass door and felt her hips wet by the rain, and her back was cool.

"You... You want to buy something?" the girl's voice was a little dry. Her eyes stared at the man in front of her, and her cheeks were full of anxiety. She stood her chest and tiptoed, but she was helpless to find that even so, her height was still less than the chest of the man in front of her.

Why was he so big? It's hard to buy the right clothes, isn't it?

At this moment, the girl's heart unexpectedly inexplicably filled with this absurd idea.

The man seemed to be looking at the girl in front of him. He was silent for a while, suddenly took a step forward, and then leaned forward.

"Ah!" the girl screamed and bumped back. She pushed open the glass door with her back and withdrew to the store.

The man bent down in the girl's frightened eyes, picked up the bunch of keys that fell at the door and handed them to the girl.

Carefully looking at the man's cheek hidden in the shadow, the girl shivered all over and didn't reach for it.

The big hand stopped for a moment in mid air and found that the girl didn't answer, so he hung the key on the bulletin board at the door.

"No business." the man turned and left. He was disappointed in his tone full of vicissitudes.

Glancing at the key hanging on the bulletin board, the girl took a half step forward, put her arms around her chest and shouted, "Hello!"

The man's tall figure paused.

"What do you want to buy?" the girl smiled. "I mean, it won't close for a while."

"Oh." the man turned again, "smoke, rope, and matches."

"OK, it's raining outside. Come in." the girl smiled and waved, then pressed the light, turned around and went behind the counter to find what the man needed.

It seems that after hesitating for a moment, the man came back slowly. He lowered his head into the convenience store and looked around, as if he was extremely vigilant.

"What brand of cigarettes do you want?" the girl looked carefully at the man in front of her through the bright light of the convenience store. He is about thirty years old. He has a square face and frown. He looks very serious, but he is a little dull.

"Stronger."

The girl frowned, turned around and looked at the cigarette shelf. Finally, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes: "how about this brand? It's a local tobacco near Hong Kong. It's really old. It's very strong. People who are weak will feel dizzy when they smoke. The older generation on the Beach love this kind of tobacco. It is said that it can dispel moisture. Ha ha, but I just heard that I can't smoke..."

"OK."

"Well, that's it." the girl put the cigarette on the counter, bent over and took out a box of matches from below, then wound around the back of the counter to the shelf, raised her voice and asked, "what kind of rope do you want?"

"Stronger."

The girl glanced at the man and couldn't help giggling: "how can you buy things like this?"

"What's the matter with me?"

The girl did not answer, but pulled a nylon rope from behind, smiled and asked, "is this OK?"

"Yes."

"How long do you want?"

"Ten meters."

The girl nodded, measured the ten meter long nylon rope with a meter ruler, cut it, then tied it into a bundle, and returned to the counter: "a total of 68 pieces."

The man took out a large roll of brand-new banknotes from his pocket and handed one to the girl.

The girl took the note and looked carefully. With the man's appearance, she even thought it was a counterfeit banknote.

"Really?" the girl curled her mouth.

"What?" the man raised his head and stared into the girl's eyes, with a puzzled look on his cheek.

"Ah, nothing." the girl opened the drawer with the key and looked for the change for the man. Taking advantage of this time, she asked casually, "aren't you from Hong Kong? I don't hear your accent."

"Yes."

"Do you come to Hong Kong to do business? You don't look like a businessman. Do you have relatives and friends here?"

"Find someone."

"Oh, looking for relatives." the girl looked suddenly enlightened. She handed the change to the man, "here's thirty-two yuan for you. Here's your thing. Take it."

After a pause, the girl said, "is the person you're looking for here? I'm familiar with these streets nearby. If you need any help, just come to me."

The man took something, turned and was about to leave. When he heard the girl's words, he turned back. He stuffed everything into his coat pocket, then took a picture from his inner pocket and handed it to the girl.

"Have you seen this man?"

The girl wanted to pick up the picture, but the man held it tightly. For a moment, both of them pinched their fingers on this small figure photo, which made the atmosphere a little awkward.

"Yes, I have." the girl stared at the middle-aged man in the picture and nodded. "Is this picture taken in Wangjun port? My aunt lives in the north of Hong Kong, and the railings there are like this."

"Where is he?"

The girl's face changed: "is he your relative?"

"Stranger, I have some private affairs to find him."

"Oh." the girl breathed a sigh of relief. "He lives at No. 73 in the street ahead. He moved in a few days ago and often buys things in my store. He should... Belong to the kind of person who is not easy to get along with."

"You know him well?"

The girl quickly waved her hand: "I'm not very familiar. I just feel that he should be very rich. I don't know why he lives in such a place."

"Well, thank you." the man thanked and turned to go out.

The girl stared at the man's back and disappeared at the door of the convenience store. She couldn't help but be filled with curiosity. This man is really strange. What's his purpose in looking for that guy?

Holding his hands on the counter for a moment, the hands of the wall clock tick in circles. The girl pulled up the drawer and pressed out the light. She took the key from the bulletin board, inserted it into the lock hole and turned it gently. This time, she locked the door very smoothly. She turned to open her umbrella and left the convenience store quickly.

Hurried across the block, the girl quickly turned into the street in front. She walked all the way, stopped in front of apartment building 73, and glanced around.

"Why follow me?"

The low voice suddenly sounded in her ears. The girl was so frightened that she clenched the umbrella handle and staggered half a step. She looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the man she had seen in the convenience store squatting in the shade below the stairs, the red spark of the cigarette flickering in her hand.

"I..." the girl stretched out her hand and pointed upstairs. "I live here, and... And the man you're looking for is a neighbor."

"Oh," the man replied softly, as if surprised by the girl's answer, "why didn't you tell the truth before."

"He..." the girl lowered her head and stared at the tip of her dirty shoes. "He harassed me yesterday and was a little afraid..."

After a while, the man raised his cigarette: "the cigarette is good. It's late. Go upstairs."

The girl nodded with some fear in her eyes and went upstairs with her head down. After she stepped on several steps, she suddenly heard the man say something low behind her.

"What are you talking about?" the girl turned.

"I'm sorry," the man whispered, got up from the shadow under the stairs and went to the end of the street.

"Hello!" the girl shouted at the man's back, "aren't you looking for someone!"

The man didn't answer. His tall figure disappeared into the heavy night.

"What a freak." the girl tilted her head and looked up at the dark sky. The rain seemed to be a little bigger than before.

When a cold wind blew, the girl couldn't help shivering and hurried upstairs.

Two minutes later, a woman's frightened cry came from the corridor

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