Miscellaneous Records of the Firecracker Bureau: Nine Desolation Departments

This is the second night of Nongjiale’s stay in Zhao’an. There is no starry sky, only the cold moon hanging alone in the sky, looking down on the neon lights of Zhao’an without emotion.

According to the address on the invitation letter, Nongjiale and Lang Guangwu came to the place of the banquet, Plant Street.

Most of the shops on the periphery of the street have closed their doors, and there are not many pedestrians passing by on the street. Occasionally, passers-by are in a hurry and pass by in a flash.

Standing at the intersection of the street, Nongjiale carefully observed the regular triangle flower bed in front of him.

It is said to be a flower bed, but in fact there is only one flower planted in it, and that is the pomegranate flower on the roadside that he has seen countless times in Zhao'an City.There are fiery red pomegranate flowers blooming in the young green leaves. The breeze is gentle, and the flower branches are swaying, as if greeting the farmhouse.When I first met Nongjiale, I still thought it was kind, cute and down-to-earth, but now I think that this flower may be related to all kinds of weirdness that happened in Zhao'an, and I have a gap in my heart. Maybe this flower is also a monster, and I can't tell.This flower was very different from the pomegranate flowers he had seen before. Maybe it was a variety he had never seen before, or it was not a pomegranate flower at all. All the conclusions might be revealed tonight.

A man walked out from the shadow of the house next to him, wearing the suit that Nongjiale saw him for the first time, and a tie, his height was conspicuous, but now standing next to Nongjiale in such a dress, he looked even more mediocre, Nongjiale remained calm Move small steps in the opposite direction.

Lang Guangwu stared at him: "Cough."

The small step of the farmhouse moved back again, and muttered a few words, which Lang Guangwu could not hear at all, and said seriously: "We are going to the Hongmen Banquet tonight, so later..." "What will happen to you when I look at you?" Do you act right? I beg you, you are a head taller than me and I need to look up at you, don’t you think it’s a kind of deceitful truth that I must have an affair with you? Can you change the way for example to A walkie-talkie or something, the kind in the movie, I beg you, you should buy a mobile phone to install QQ, WeChat, FB, etc. Oh, FB may have to climb the wall or avoid it, spend some, you just spend some ..." Before the words came out, I saw Lang Guangwu pull out an old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone with a red and black casing and a nine-square button. It was the kind of student phone with a monochrome screen.

Nongjiale was completely defeated by him, where did he get this product?Parallel or imitation?It can't be an imitation, why do people imitate this thing these days?

"I have savings." Lang Guangwu stuffed the phone into the inner pocket of his suit.

"Oh." Nong Jiale touched Lang Guangwu's chest, but didn't touch the phone, and asked, "Where did you stuff it? Don't tell me that this suit is also your weapon?"

Lang Guangwu raised his eyebrows, "Don't you know that the pockets of the suit are unfathomable." The hand holding Nongjiale slowly moved to his waist.

The manager of the lobby, who had been standing behind the flower bed for a long time, saw that the two of them had no intention of entering Plant Street, and couldn't help but said, "Both of you."

Helplessly, neither of them turned around to answer him, especially the red-faced Nongjiale.In the past, Nongjiale felt that his first face was relatively ordinary. Now that he saw Lang Guangwu's hand, he finally realized the fact that his second face was also very ordinary. Reincarnation is indeed a high-tech job.

And Lang Guangwu looked at the dark head in front of him getting lower and lower, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and smiled secretly: The little thing is thinking wildly again.

"Cough, cough, cough——" the lobby manager raised his voice with a dark face, but "cough, cough, cough..." He choked!

Nongjiale came back to his senses, stepped forward to pat the manager on the back, helped Shun Shun, and asked with concern: "How is it, manager, are you okay, I'm sorry I didn't see you, are you feeling well?" Normally, he would have complained about the manager's height, but after facing Lang Guangwu's innate superiority attack just now, he felt that the lobby manager, who was much shorter than him, was extremely cute.

The lobby manager waved his hand, "It's nothing, you go in quickly, the banquet is about to start." Then, he led the two of them into Plant Street.

Compared with the food street, the plant street is obviously much longer. The road becomes narrower as you walk. The road is paved with bluestone, and the small wooden second floors are connected to each other. A [-]-meter-high wooden pole stands in front of each building. , the top of the pole is hung with a paper-pasted red lantern, and the shape of the lantern is the pomegranate flower at the intersection of the street.The shops in the street are all open for business, but there are not many people who buy them. After passing through several shops, one can see someone asking. The person who asks is a local. Most of the lights in the shop are dim yellow. With the bright white of fluorescent lamps, the moonlight reflecting the sky and the cold wind that shuttles here and there from time to time, the streets and alleys are extremely mysterious.

At least after walking for nearly ten minutes, the lobby manager did not intend to stop.Seeing the light in front of him getting darker and the road getting more and more invisible, Nong Jiale was a little scared, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace and get close to the light fog.

The manager of the lobby who had been only moving forward and ignoring the two people behind him finally stopped in a place without people or lights. The farmhouse looked up at the moon in the sky. The moon was half covered by clouds, leaving only a little cold light, which was enough I can see the faces of the people around me clearly.

Looking at the motionless lobby manager, Nongjiale asked tremblingly: "Hello, then, are we, are we here?" Nongjiale asked questions uncertainly. Is there anyone in the room.

The lobby manager didn't look back, and gave a heavy "hmm" as an answer.

"What, I can't see anything here, it's black, even if I look at your face..." Nongjiale can't say what happened next, because the current lobby manager has his back to him, and I don't know what is on his face now The cold wind was blowing in Nongjiale's ears. He always felt that someone was following him again. When he turned his head and squinted his eyes, he could vaguely see lights moving in the distance. How could he be so far away?Could it be that he was taken to some barren mountains?The episodes of those lonely ghosts wandering outside in TV novels in the past came to his mind one after another. He quietly grabbed Lang Guangwu's arm, feeling uncomfortable, and changed to Lang Guangwu's sleeve.

Lang Guangwu, who was a head taller than him, didn't need to look to know that the little guy beside him was getting nervous and a little scared, so he didn't take it apart, letting Nongjiale grab his clothes.

After a while, the front lobby manager turned sideways and pushed to the right. The dazzling light shone on the faces of the three of them. After staying in the dark environment for a long time, they were suddenly a little uncomfortable being illuminated by the light. Lang Guangwu raised his hand to block it. .The farmhouse □□Looking over Lang Guangwu's shoulders, we can see the feasting lights inside, many men and women wearing various costumes, with strange masks on their faces, standing in the hall, laughing and cursing, chasing and fighting, or talking loudly, this?Is this a masquerade party?This is completely different from the scene outside the street, as if in a completely black world, suddenly a Doraemon door is opened, the appearance inside the door and the appearance outside the door I am standing in, a dream?Nongjiale is completely clueless.

The lobby manager next to him smiled coldly: "It seems that the two of you didn't read the content of the letter clearly, so I'm very sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to get in with this outfit."

Lang Guangwu squinted and said: "Oh, if that's the case, then I'd like to trouble the lobby manager to take us back."

"Go back?" Nongjiale was even more at a loss.

The manager didn't answer, flipped his hands, conjured up two pairs of gray blindfolds out of thin air, and handed them to Lang Guangwu.

Lang Guangwu didn't answer and said, "Who the hell are you?"

The lobby manager raised the corners of his mouth and said sullenly, "If you want to go in, you must bring it with you."

Every time I see the smiling face of the lobby manager, Nongjiale feels unspeakably uncomfortable. Seeing that the people inside are still singing and dancing, no one notices this place. "Boom", as if hitting something.

The farmhouse patted left and right and knocked, only to find that there was an invisible glass door in the door opened by the lobby manager.

"It's a barrier." Lang Guangwu affirmed.

The Nongjiale seemed to understand something, took the blindfold and said to the lobby manager: "Hey, we are customers in your store, if something happens to us, you don't want to do business quietly, you have to take full responsibility."

"Hey hey..." The lobby manager walked backwards and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Nongjiale walked over and reached out to touch it, but there was nothing. Where did he go?No matter, put on the mask with Lang Guangwu, the two of them stretched out their hands to touch the barrier, and the transparent barrier surface rippled round and round, and the two passed through the barrier and walked into the hall.

Entering the hall, Nongjiale looked back and was taken aback. There was no street behind him, only a mirror reflecting himself and Lang Guangwu. The place where the two came in happened to be in a corner, and no one would notice the middle of the banquet There are two more people.

Pairs of dancing partners in strange costumes walked past the two of them. Occasionally, a woman would look up at Lang Guangwu. Even though he was wearing a blindfold, his tall stature and well-balanced body proportions, together with his angular thin lips, It makes people want to take off his blindfold and see what happened.Nongjiale read two words from the eyes of those female companions: Who is this? I really want to see what’s under his blindfold. If possible, see what’s inside his suit. If time permits, I’d better do something. Do something later.

"I also read two words from your eyes: boring! Also, next time when you want to complain behind your back, please don't say your voice, and what you just did was obviously over the standard, more than two words, hurry up and catch up with two words." The words don’t have punctuation.” It seems that Nongjiale’s lung capacity is not bad, and his ability to think wildly has also increased. Does he read too many girls’ manga? Well, this kid should pay more attention in the future. Lang Guangwu secretly wrote to Nongjiale last sum.

Nong Jiale rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue at him, anyway, he was not as tall as Lang Guangwu, and Lang Guangwu couldn't see.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, the two acted separately, as long as the other party was within their sight.Before coming in, Lang Guangwu quietly stuffed a lead wire into Nongjiale's trouser pocket, and did not touch You Yuan, so Nongjiale is still visible.

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I don’t know how many updates I owe. It’s really a technical job to update the text on time.