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There is no ceiling in the large parking lot, and thick black wires are entangled with light gray PVC pipes, which still cannot conceal the oppressive feeling brought about by the too wide space.

There are two types of people in Bar Street. One is office workers who get off work at [-] or [-] o’clock and come here for a drink or two after dinner. If the appointment is wrong, they will calmly leave before the subway closes at [-] o’clock. A little presumptuous, no more than twelve o'clock, take a taxi back, and recharge your batteries for the next day's brick-moving career.

There is another category, no matter where you are going or not going tomorrow, you will still be drunk tonight.For them, early morning is just the beginning of the real night life, a sling that women have just receded to their shoulders, and a pill that men swallow quietly.

The office workers have already left one after another. At this point in time, the parking lot does not exist any of the above types of people. Its empty space is filled with dead things without souls. Under the silent atmosphere, Jiang Wei is dull. And the hurried footsteps seemed to have lost their voice.

His vision was cloudy, and when he closed it occasionally, it seemed as if countless dark bugs had crawled onto his retina.The eyes seemed to be equipped with some strange filters, and they searched with this kind of sight, and finally caught a glimpse of the emergency fire extinguisher at the corner of Area C.

A small safety hammer is quietly placed next to the red box. The gray glass on the box looks dim, and the original silver-gray metal texture of the safety hammer seems to be calling for ginger curtains, take me down, pick me up...

Time lost its sense of order, and Jiang Wei only remembered that he suddenly heard the sound of the engine starting, which seemed so abrupt in the quiet underground parking lot, which stimulated his beating nerves.

Following the sound, he ran first, and then gradually slowed down after the target was completely exposed to his sight.Although he had only heard it once, Jiang Wei still remembered the sound of the engine, and the people in the car saw him. The car did not turn off, and it still drove along the only exit route, and Jiang Wei was standing on this road.

The roaring engine sound of a sports car can cause passers-by to look sideways even on the street, and the current closed space amplifies the low and loud sound several times, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground is as quiet as it is. Silently, it was like a real beast, raging and rushing towards Jiang Wei, who only had an inch of iron in his hand...

The air seems to be torn apart by such power, adding a bit of sharp buzz to the heavy car bass.

Jiang Wei stood in the middle of the road, and continued to approach the front of the car without haste. The time seemed to be as fast as only one-sixtieth of a second, and it seemed to be as slow as a long shot in a movie.

No one knew what Jiang Wei was thinking at that moment.

Where the adventure was at that moment, no one knows.

The only thing we can know is that the car is getting closer and closer to the man on foot, and the low beams are still too glaring to the naked eye. Jiang Wei's eyes are fixed on the man in the driver's seat, wondering if he can see through The person in the driver's seat can be seen clearly through the white light that seems to be nothingness, but the person in the driver's seat can completely see his gaze, and see the determination of those eyes bursting out from the depths of the pupils.

Yan Junwei was in a trance for a moment, feeling that that gaze reminded him of the word "judgment", he couldn't help shivering, and the screaming voice of Feng Ziye, who was sitting in the co-pilot, followed the shiver. It fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace before hitting the eardrum.

The speed of the car did not show any downward trend, and Yan Junwei remained expressionless.While screaming, Feng Ziye stretched his foot under the driver's seat and stepped on the brake pedal.

"Ah—" the man's heavy cry sounded.

This cry was not from Feng Ziye or Jiang Wei, but from Yan Junwei.Beads of sweat ooze out of the skin along the pores, and the brackets of the gold-rimmed glasses are sent down a knot by the greasy sweat.Even Feng Ziye seldom saw him lose his composure like this, the way he gasped for breath made the face that was used to calm look so funny.

As if held down by an invisible hand, the sports car stopped just a finger away from Jiang Wei's thigh, and the bodies of Yan Junwei and Feng Ziye were pressed tightly against the backrest by inertia.

"Yan Junwei, are you fucking crazy?!" Feng Ziye raised his trembling hand, slapped Yan Junwei's face, and also knocked down the precarious golden rim that was almost thrown out because of the sudden brake. Glasses.

He yelled out a word, but he opened his mouth wide, his originally long and narrow eyes were widened, and his hand froze in the air after the slap.

"Why don't you hide?"

Finally, the question was asked.

Yan Junwei was still looking straight ahead, there were five marks on his face, but he forgot to bark his teeth and cry out in pain.He followed the sound and touched his hot right cheek, then turned his neck little by little, pressed his cold five fingers on the back of Feng Ziye's hand, and with his slightly parted lips, his teeth trembled, he squeezed out two words: "Don't make trouble." .

Feng Ziye's body trembled as if being electrocuted, and his hand was quickly pulled away from Yan Junwei's palm. While the other party was leaning over to pick up his glasses, he wiped the back of his hand calmly on his clothes to dry off the sticky Smudged with cold sweat, he breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Jiang Wei squinted his eyes, and only supported the hood of the car with his hands, then straightened up, bypassed the front of the car, and came to the driver's seat.

Feng Ziye immediately unbuckled his seat belt, Yan Junwei went to press him, but he broke free with strength from nowhere, leaving only a few scratches on Feng Ziye's arm.

He didn't even care to close the car door, walked around to Jiang Wei in a few steps, and started groping up and down.

"Did it hit you? Did it hurt anywhere?"

Before Jiang Wei could answer, Yan Junwei also got out of the car.

"Cotyledon, you must have considered the consequences for doing this?" After returning to a calm state, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Will you die if you don't say a few words?!" Feng Ziye turned his head and stared at Yan Junwei with bloodshot eyes.

Buzzing, Yan Junwei's cell phone vibrated just at this time, glanced at the caller ID, he turned off the screen and shook the phone, sneered: "Give you a chance to say goodbye, ha ha."

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the side and answered the phone in a low voice.

Jiang Wei naturally wanted to catch up, but as soon as he took a step, Feng Ziye stepped in front of him and hugged him into his arms.

"Cotyledon, come with me." The man who had been silent all this time, his muscles that were ready to go out just a second ago, just melted into this long-lost hug. Said five words.

Before the adventurous talk, all the drafts that had been prepared were wiped out. He didn't want to look at the man wearing glasses in the distance, he just wanted to hug Feng Ziye all the time.

"Jiang Wei, I'm sorry." Feng Ziye's jaw trembled, his face wrinkled, his arms tightened, but the sentence in his mouth was pushing people away.

"...I see." Jiang Wei was silent for a while, his calm and emotionless sentence echoed in the lonely parking lot, "Let me go."

Hearing this, the man who was hugging him let go, and stepped back centimeter by centimeter.

"Jiang Wei, this club, maybe... can't hold on anymore." Feng Ziye gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and clenched his toes, buried his head low, then lifted it up again, and quickly glanced at Jiang Wei, who was drinking wine An angry face, "A few clubs have contacted me before, and they are interested in signing you. I helped you find a few good teams. Your development there should be much better than now. NGU is about to disband. gone."

The man choked up a little when he said the three words "Let's go", but he heaved a sigh of relief as if he was relieved after finishing the sentence.The reddish eye sockets were suffocating a little moisture, he sniffed and buried his face deeper.

"...Why?" When the hammer fell to the ground, Jiang Wei was stunned, opened his drunken eyes, let all kinds of bugs entangle in the retina, let his temples throb, let his feet go limp as if all his strength was exhausted, but Still staring fixedly at the man whose shoulders twitched.

"...I will give everyone an answer at the meeting tomorrow. It's getting late, Jiang Wei, go back." Feng Ziye wiped his face and turned his head.

Such conversations are endless.One refused to speak, and the other kept asking.

And what broke all this was Yan Junwei who walked back lightly with his mobile phone in his pocket.

The man whose face was pale with fright because he almost bumped into someone before had not only recovered his composure at this moment, but even revealed a little bit of joy.He put his hands in his pockets, whistled happily, walked up to Jiang Wei and bent down to pick up the safety hammer that fell on the ground.

After grabbing Jiang Wei's hand, he put the hammer in the palm of his hand.

"Young man, go home early, the cotyledon is destined not to belong to you." His face was reddish, his eyebrows were raised, and the smile on his mouth could not be held back for a long time, and the one that was still in his trouser pocket moved a few times. .

Jiang Wei pinched the hammer and waved it towards Yan Junwei. Feng Ziye in the car saw it and yelled. At the same time, Yan Junwei finally pulled out his right hand from his trouser pocket. A fistful.

"Pfft—" The knife stabbed into Jiang Wei's abdomen.

"Ah!!!" Feng Ziye yelled, got out of the car like crazy, tripped over his left foot with his right foot, staggered and still ran in the direction of Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei's eyes widened, his lips trembled in pain, and he looked down at his bleeding stomach.

"Ah!!" He roared, threw Yan Junwei to the ground, grabbed Yan Junwei's neck with one hand and was about to grab the knife with the other.

Chi - the knife was pulled out, and blood splashed Yan Junwei's face.

The pain from the abdomen made Jiang Wei relax, and Yan Junwei saw the timing and cut again.

puff-

"Stop!!" Feng Ziye had already rushed over, using all his strength to press Yan Junwei's hand holding the knife.Tears flew across his pale face.He scratched, bit and kicked, but Yan Junwei finally lost his grip, and the knife fell to the ground.

Beside him, Jiang Wei, who was even paler, had no strength to pinch Yan Junwei's neck. The huge pain made his forehead sweat, and his left hand covered his bleeding abdomen, but his right hand quietly touched the ground, which was covered in blood and covered with blood. Dust Knife...