Street office where the wind lives

Early the next morning, Director Xiao Wei, who had been missing for nearly 20 hours, finally reappeared in the office, but he didn't seem to be hiding anywhere as Luan Zhou guessed. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and his chin was protruding A green beard.

Luan Zhou wanted to ask, "Did you go home last night?" He took a temporary turn when the words came out, and the two of them didn't know each other that well, so it seemed not very good to inquire about the leader's night life in private.So in the end, without saying anything, he pointed to the documents that were piled up on the table like Mount Everest, made a "welcome" gesture to Wei Nanfeng, and slipped away with oil on his feet.

Wei Nanfeng: ...

"Luan Zhou, get the hell out of here! The assistant's first job is to approve documents for the leader!"

Luan Zhou turned on the deaf mode, he would rather die on the street patrolling than die in the pile of documents.

Wei Nanfeng took a deep breath, and decided to read the documents first, and then deal with him after his anger was full.

On the summit of Mount Everest, a colorful flyer caught Wei Nanfeng's attention.

"The 67110236th Wuyi Street Middle-aged and Elderly Square Dance Competition is about to open. All folks and folks are welcome to come and watch. The rich melon seeds and fruit plate combined with dynamic dance poses will give you an extraordinary audio-visual feast! Registration phone number: [-], contact person : Aunt Huo. Welcome everyone to sign up to participate, um, um, da...???"

"Ah~"

Wei Nanfeng shook his goosebumps. He could not help admiring this group of aunts. In this era when the post-90s are all balding, and the post-80s are all starting to die suddenly, they are still full of vitality. Why sunset red?Because they have no youth!

"Let's do it, let's do it. If this continues, the square dancing will probably break out of the country one step ahead of the World Cup."

Wei Nanfeng casually put the single page in his notebook, still feeling sorry for the bet he lost last night. What is even more sad than this is that the motherland didn't even give him a chance to lose the bet—this year's Chinese team, still Lived up to expectations, didn't make it to the group stage! :)

On the other side, Luan Zhou slipped out and had another business besides being passive and sabotage. He wanted to go to the Mrs. Huo's house to ambush for a while to see if there was any suspicious person. He had confirmed with Mario that there would be no classes in the summer camp today. It was really that King Lear who did it, and he'd be caught if he showed up.

The leaflets in the morning were sent by Mrs. Huo. Luan Zhou asked her about the square dancing competition. He learned that this kind of weird competition has lasted for several times, but this year the situation has changed. The original venue was taken over by the developer. Expropriated, they can only look for places again.

Luan Zhou pretended to ask a few words of concern, but was disgusted by Mrs. Huo with a look of surprise: "It's a big deal, your grandma Huo has already solved it, the small playground behind No. 41 High School will be held there this year, remember Come here to be a cheerleader for grandma, you are handsome, you can count more votes, Xiao Wei came here in previous years, this year this honor is given to you~"

Luan Zhou wanted to smack his meddlesome mouth to death, holding up two colored balls and bouncing among a group of old men and women, he might as well stab him to death.Fortunately, Mrs. Huo has recovered, and the strange thing has not happened again.

Before going to bed yesterday, Luan Zhou was still reading King Lear's masterpiece. He was able to write such a shocking scene with high school English vocabulary. This kid not only has the genes of terrorists but also has the potential to be an internet troll. If he changed his career to write online novels, then he would probably be forced to beg for food.

Luan Zhou sent a WeChat message to Mario, asking him to compare the list in the class to see who King Lear is and who he is.

There hasn't been a reply yet, Luan Zhou is really bored waiting by himself, so he opens the document and starts typing.He has been obsessed with writing short reasoning stories recently, and he updates one every day before going to bed, but the answers to the mysteries are always revealed the next day, attracting a lot of readers and being scolded at the same time.

But Luan Zhou didn't care. He still went his own way and enjoyed himself. He almost never replied to fans. If it wasn't for the line of certification in the profile, it would really look like a marketing account for stealing texts.

The title of today's article is: Neighbors

"Lin Yang plucked up his courage and knocked on the mottled old wooden door in front of him. The wooden door that had been in disrepair made a piercing sound, creaking—"

Suddenly, with a light touch, Luan Zhou's typing hand was still in the posture of typing on the keyboard, and the phone had disappeared. The speed of the other party was so fast that he only had time to catch a glimpse of an afterimage.My brain, still immersed in the plot, was blank for a moment, and then I raised my feet to catch up.

"Stop—! Catch the thief!!!"

In the cramped narrow passages between the buildings, a cat-and-mouse game of disparity in strength was staged.Chasing all the way out of the residential area, Luan Zhou was stunned. The Wuyi Road was bustling as usual. A habitual sneaker sneaked into it. Wouldn't it be a dragon swimming in the sea?

Luan Zhou was dejected like a poisonous mushroom in a rainy field that no one cared about, its gold and jade were rotten inside.Kong has an astonishingly talented literary talent, but he was born in a rapidly developing information age. This era does not need great writers. Luan Zhou lives on the tight manuscript fee every month. Now that his mobile phone is lost, it is equivalent to no begging. What a sad story.

"Why do you think you can't think about it so much? What's your nosy business? You think you are the savior after doing a few small favors for everyone?"

Talking to himself, Luan Zhou kicked the soda cans on the side of the road away, and the remaining Coke splashed all over the ground, and finally even the last drop was drained. The twisted body of the bottle was run over by the passing wheels. The remains of an animal.

He returned along the same road, ready to go back to the office to sort out the materials honestly, let his overheated CPU brain cool down, and stop doing stupid things like shaving his head and picking a hot head.

As he was reviewing himself, a familiar sound of marimba passed by his ears for a while.

It wasn't until most of his body got into the green ball on the side of the road that he was sure that it was indeed his mobile phone.

Because the words "King Kong Barbie Mario" on the screen are too dazzling, "I must change the note for him later."

Mario likes to make WeChat calls at school, anyway, it doesn't cost money to use the school's wifi.Before Luan Zhou figured out what happened to his lost and recovered phone, he had already pressed the answer button.

"Oh, brother, you fell into a pit? What are you doing? You didn't answer the phone for a long time. I almost took you to the toilet with me."

Luan Zhou was not in the mood to explain to him: "It's nothing to do, I'm so annoying!"

"Hey, wait a minute, didn't you ask me to check this tantrum?" Mario suspected that Luan Zhou had lost his memory in the middle of the morning. s student…"

"King Lear……"

Hearing this name, Luan Zhou's nervous nerves tensed instantly, and he finally realized that something was wrong. There is no reason for a normal thief to throw away the mobile phone if he steals it.There is only one possibility, that person is not a thief at all!He wanted to make a fool of himself and lure Luan Zhou away by chasing his mobile phone, so... his real target is - Mrs. Huo!

"Hey, Mario, do you still remember what that student looked like?" Luan Zhou turned sharply after reacting, and flew out like an arrow, heading straight for Mrs. Huo's house. "Say what you know, the more detailed the better, fast!"

Running at a high speed, the signal was only one bar away, and Mario's voice came intermittently from the receiver. "The main force of the school basketball team is quite tall..."

…………

Wei Nanfeng was being tortured to death by a pile of "new community plans", when his right eyelid twitched suddenly.

Wei Nanfeng: "?"

This was not a good omen, he got up and poured a cup of hot water to suppress his shock, and sprinkled a handful of wolfberries in it.

There was a sudden bright light outside the window, followed by a few muffled thunder sounds, like a subwoofer, making people drowsy.

"It's a surprise, the little comrade didn't seem to have an umbrella when he went out..." Wei Nanfeng glanced at the menacing dark clouds, turned around and threw the half-seen new plan to the female colleague at the next table: "Help me review, I'll go out to pick it up." personal."

When I left, I picked a brightly colored lattice umbrella from the temporary umbrella frame at the door, and ran all the way into the mist.

Luan Zhou had already reached the downstairs of the resident, holding his knees and gasping for breath. In his impression, Mrs. Huo lived on a low floor, the second or third floor, and according to the height of each floor, heavy objects were thrown from the downstairs to the top. It is entirely possible to break glass.

Mario’s voice was still chattering on the other end, “He is very popular in class, it’s not easy for a child whose parents divorced to be so cheerful. There is a close friend named Wu Mian, but there seems to be some conflicts in the past few days , the two came to class and didn't talk..."

"No one...?" Luan Zhou had already gone up to the second floor, the doors of the two houses on the first floor were closed, and there was no trace of outsiders coming.

"Hello? Are you still listening? What are you doing over there? Why do I hear footsteps? Is there anyone beside you?"

Mario's words made Luan Zhou's hair stand on end. Just now, he also heard a rush of footsteps, but the sound was so fleeting that Luan Zhou couldn't even tell where it came from, inside or outside the building?Can only continue to go up out of instinct.

Almost as soon as he stepped on the last step, a person appeared in his vision, to be precise, a man.It's just that he was wearing a black hat, a black mask, black clothes and black trousers, wrapped in darkness from head to toe, like the man in black who suddenly appeared in the corner in Conan, and it was difficult to distinguish male and female for a while, and he successfully brought Luan Zhou back to the city. In the fear of being dominated by the shadow of childhood.

The surrounding area was strangely quiet for a while, only the sound of Luan Zhou's heavy breathing and Mario's off-site hotline popping up from time to time,

"I forgot to tell you just now... 呵... 呵... Chu... I have an impression, his... hairstyle... 呵... personality, cut,... 呵... there is a... W, 呵—"

The weak signal could no longer bear the load, and the connection was disconnected with a bang. Luan Zhou didn't care to cut off the busy beeping, because the man was approaching him step by step. Slowly, pull the hat off.

Suddenly, the man's hand was like lightning, a cold light flashed in front of Luan Zhou's eyes, and then a strange sound of a foreign object piercing through the flesh exploded in his ears, Luan Zhou felt blood dripping on the shoes, he suddenly felt sorry for the Aj he just bought , Looking down, a shiny knife handle was pressed against his abdomen, and the blade had completely sunk into his body.

Severe pain swept over his body belatedly, Luan Zhou felt his vision gradually blurred, the man in front of him looked like a pattern in a kaleidoscope, with countless heads forming a circle, and a "W" was shaved on each sideburn.

No matter how difficult it was to gather the scattered consciousness, the last thing he heard before he passed out was a heart-piercing cry.

"Luan Zhou!!!!!!!"

It's far away, yet it seems close at hand.Immediately, he felt himself falling into a warm embrace, and all sounds fell into silence.

Is this what death feels like?It doesn't seem to be scary...

The author has something to say: Luan Zhou: Mom, why is my life so hard?

Me: Is it bitter?There is more bitterness ahead!

Luan Zhou: Goodbye, you are not my mother, I am a motherless little cabbage.

Me: Well, I am not a heartless son who still cares about shoes when he is dying.