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Kuang Zheng looked downstairs, (here are two sentences, changed), a big red lips whispered in his ear: "Handsome guy, you have big chest muscles..."

Kuang Zheng looked into his arms, she was very beautiful, too beautiful to make people boring: "Not as old as you."

She giggled and leaned on Kuangzheng's shoulder: "Can you reach in and touch it?"

Kuang Zheng waved towards the door, and there was a waiter standing at the entrance of each open box: "We pay to touch you, not to let you touch me."

She laughed even harder, puffed out her chest, and twisted her waist into an S shape: "Then you should touch it."

"Sir." The waiter came to his side and bent down.

Kuang Zheng pointed to the downstairs: "When will the service staff in the lower booth area get off work?"

The waiter looked downstairs: "This shift is at three o'clock, sir."

Kuang Zheng glanced at his watch, it was 55:[-], he nodded, patted the woman's buttocks, and asked her to get up.

"What's the matter, Lao Kuang, are you leaving?" the person from the asset management department asked.

"I'm not as crazy as you guys, let's go."

"I didn't see you drinking," they coaxed, "Have a drink, drink a drink before leaving!"

"I'm driving."

They didn't buy it: "We all came here by bus?"

Kuang Zheng said truthfully, "I have to pick up someone."

They froze for a moment: "Girlfriend?" Several people whistled together, "Girlfriend!"

Kuang Zheng didn't bother to explain to them, squeezed out of the box, and took a quick look at the first floor. The ghosts and snakes couldn't find anyone at all. He left the Emerald Sun, parked his car under the streetlight at the west entrance of Financial Street, and sent a text message to Bao Chan:

have you slept?There are a lot of things to do today. I'm still at the company. I don't get off work until three o'clock. I may not be able to see you off tomorrow morning.

Pressing send, Kuang Zheng threw the phone onto the co-pilot, put the back of the seat down, and fell asleep in a suit.After sleeping for more than an hour, the notification sound of the mobile phone was indeed Baochen:

I'm also in the city, very close to Financial Street, is it convenient for me to take your car home?

Is it "convenient"? Kuang Zheng couldn't stand him, so he sent it directly to the location: West Exit of Financial Street.

After thinking about it, I sent another one: kzkendrick1987, add me on WeChat.

A few minutes later, there was a message on Wechat that Yanzhi Baople asked to add a friend, and he passed it. After a while, a slender figure ran over from a distance.

Kuang Zheng raised the central control, and the car door opened: "What are you running?"

"I'm afraid you'll be in a hurry," Baochan came up and fastened his seat belt, "it's too late."

Kuang Zheng started the car, pretending to be casual and asked: "What are you doing, it's so late?"

Baochan paused before answering: "My friend has something to do, let me help you." He lowered his eyes, "It's been late these days, so you don't have to take me in the morning."

Kuang Zheng turned the steering wheel with one hand, the street before dawn was empty and silent: "Okay."

Baochan didn't say anything else, and turned to look out the window, as if passing through the night at dawn for the first time.

Kuang Zheng looked at his silhouette: "That money," he said cautiously, "don't rush to pay it back, I won't need it for the time being."

"Well, I understand." Baochan knew he was not short of money.

Kuang Zheng was a little upset.

"By the way," Baochan twisted his waist and took something out of his trouser pocket. His posture was like bending a fresh bamboo, green and flexible, "This is for you."

It happened to be a red light, and Kuangzheng was in neutral gear. Baochan handed over a key with a small red string tied in the keyhole, "I made it in the afternoon," he explained to him, "you can heat the meal yourself when I'm not at home." , in the refrigerator, packed in a fresh-keeping box, I will make a few more, you choose what you like to eat, don't worry about the dishes, I will clean up when I get home."

Kuangzheng took the key, a little surprised, he came out to work in the middle of the night, thinking about cooking for himself: "Okay..." Putting the key in his pocket, he couldn't help asking, "What is this landlord... and you?" relation?"

"Huh?" Baozhan was stunned.

"It's just..." Kuangzheng rarely spoke so hard, "You live in someone else's house..."

"Well," Baochan still didn't understand, "the owner is a big boss."

Kuang Zheng knew that it was the boss, and he couldn't afford such a villa without the boss, "The owner..." He licked his lips, "Is it a man or a woman?"

Baochan blinked, and understood what he meant: "Man, man!" He hurriedly explained, a little embarrassed, "It's just leasing me, there's nothing else to do with it!"

Kuang Zheng nodded, and suddenly regretted asking him this, Baochan's life is very simple, unlike him, where the gold and jade are shattered.

He sent Baochan to the door of his house, watched him enter the house, and then turned around to go into the warehouse. Baochan waited through the window for the lights to come on in the opposite living room before slowly closing the curtains.

Alone, he sat on the sofa, exhausted.

His hair has a faint smell of alcohol, and it smells bad. For so many years, he has performed Qin Qiong Lin Chong on stage with arrogance, but when he stepped off the stage, he had to clean up broken wine glasses and wipe other people's vomit. He was not reconciled , also wronged.

He took out his mobile phone, at this time, he could only call one person.

The color bell rang for a long time before the other side picked it up: "Hello... Baochan."

"Brother," Baochan said after staring at the big chandelier on the ceiling for a long time, "I can't sleep."

Shi Kuoting sat up from the bed, yawned and lit a cigarette: "Do you still remember the time when we shared the same bed, and you always asked me to tell you ghost stories when you couldn't sleep at night?"

Baochan remembered their middle school days.

"There was a scary one," Shi Kuoting recalled, "a man, a distant relative died, and he went to the funeral."

Baochan listened quietly.

"Suddenly had a stomachache in the middle of the night, and he got up to go to the toilet. It was the old-fashioned squatting pit. He was in a daze. He couldn't pull up his pants after going to bed," Shi Kuoting lowered his voice, trying to create a terrifying atmosphere. "Looking down, a bloody hand protruded from the hole in the toilet, grabbing his trousers!"

Yes, there is this story, Baochan chuckled, he was never afraid since he was a child.

At that time they were thirteen or fourteen years old, and they were in junior high school. Shi Kuoting was a man of the school. He was tall and handsome. He always played basketball with a group of rich second generations who were not good at studying. He didn't live in school, but he always liked to go to the boys' dormitory. , There are eight people in a room, and Baochan is one of them.

In the beginning, they didn't meet each other. When Baochan was studying, he didn't talk much and was thin. He was a social fringe person with no sense of presence. Until that day, Shi Kuoting came to their dormitory.

He was holding a basketball, and passed it from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand. Several buddies surrounded him and heard him ask mysteriously: "Our school has four forbidden areas, have you heard of them? "

Junior high school boys, most interested in horror adventures, shook their heads.

"No. 4," Shi Kuoting said in a low voice, "is the sink at the back of the school, the second faucet on the left. It is said that at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, what comes out is not water, but blood."

"Wow!" All exclaimed, Baochan sat up from the upper bunk behind them and looked down with his feet hanging down.

"No.3," Shi Kuoting said in a lower voice, "walking from the pool to the old building, there is an iron swing, very old, if you go to play in the middle of the night, you can hear a woman laughing behind her back, laughing and laughing. Pushing it up, I heard that some people fell from it and died a few years ago."

"Fuck, I've got goosebumps!" The boys huddled together, rubbing their arms back and forth, Baochan didn't feel particularly scared, and listened attentively.

"No.2," Shi Kuoting scanned everyone with a pair of handsome eyes, "it is the building where we have classes, the fifth floor, the corridor where there is usually no one, there is a portrait of Zu Chongzhi on the wall, it is said He will look at you with his eyes, you will be seen by him, if you can’t recite the first two hundred digits of pi, you will be finished.”

Someone started counting to 3.1415926, Baochan thought for a while: "But it is written in the textbook that Zu Chongzhi himself can only count to seven decimal places."

Shi Kuoting stopped playing with the ball, turned his head, and stared at him one by one, one pair and two thieves: "Which onion are you?"

Baochan knew he had said the wrong thing, so he didn't respond.

Shi Kuoting came over, looked up, and slapped the basketball on the ground in a haughty look: “No. Squat there at two o'clock, and someone will knock on the door and say, "Hey, have you seen my head?"

This is a bit scary, Bao Chan shrinks back slightly.

"Since you don't believe what I said," Shi Kuoting urged him, "It's this building, dare to go and inspect it?"

This building has always been a dormitory for boys, but there are few people in the house, and the top floor has been closed for many years and no one lives there.

"Don't dare to be a coward," Shi Kuoting narrowed his eyes, "I see you once and scold you once."

When he said this, of course Baochan couldn't admit his cowardice, and stared at him: "Why don't you dare..."

"Okay!" Shi Kuoting did not give him a chance to repent, and made a final decision.

Because of this, the whole dormitory was very excited. Shi Kuoting simply cat down and didn't go home. At 11:30, Baochan came down from the upper bunk. Everyone found him a flashlight and watched him go out.

I can’t remember the exact details, but I just remember going up to the top floor and entering the toilet on the east side. It’s scary without lights. There are handwritten numbers on each compartment door. He found Pit No. 7 by moonlight and squatted in. .

Of course, no one knocked on the door at twelve o'clock, he took out a water-based pen from his trouser pocket, and struck a cross on the door in the dark.

Back in the dormitory, eight pairs of eyes stared at him, and he said, "Fake, no one knocked on the door."

"Nonsense!" Shi Kuoting pushed him, "You must be scared, you didn't go to the bathroom at all!"

"Yes!" The others echoed.

Baochan knew that they would do this, so he straightened his back: "I marked the door, if you don't believe me, follow me to see!"

Everyone in the room fell silent, only Shi Kuoting was not afraid: "Go, go, whoever is afraid of whom!"

He and Baochan left the dormitory, the flashlight cast a cone-shaped light in the long gloomy corridor, and before going up the stairs, Shi Kuoting smiled: "I said, don't pretend, I know you didn't go."

Baochan took a step forward and said firmly, "I'm going."

"Go to hell," Shi Kuoting said mockingly, "the toilet on the east side of the top floor only has six pits, and there is no number 7 at all."

Bao Chan stopped and turned around quickly.

Shi Kuoting raised his chin triumphantly: "What faucets and old swings are all made up by me, just to lie to you!"

Baochan turned pale, his legs softened, and he slid down the stairs. Shi Kuoting quickly reached out to catch him. Their friendship, as well as Baochan's fate with Peking Opera, began at this moment.