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, while the other two stepped forward and stuffed the living alien into a special sack, and together they carried it towards the entrance of the alley.

"Okay, it's none of your business here." Ma Jianlin lit a cigarette, glanced at Jiang Botao who was standing next to him sending a message, and advised, "Don't meddle in your own business from now on, the attitude of the police department towards you is no different. Once upon a time."

Jiang Botao smiled helplessly, of course he understood what Ma Jianlin was talking about, and at the same time he also felt that he should explain this matter to him clearly: "Actually, Xiao Zhou didn't meddle in his own business, he was just defending himself—well, Well, over-defensive."

"Oh?" Ma Jianlin raised his eyebrows, apparently not believing Jiang Botao's words.

"Xiao Zhou came here to inquire about another matter. These 'suspects' may have mistakenly thought that he was here to investigate the missing persons case, so they tricked him to such a place to silence him." Jiang Botao explained, In the end, he sighed regretfully: "Oh, it turned out to be silenced by Xiao Zhou."

"Another matter?" Ma Jianlin looked over, "Are you still looking into that matter?"

"No, no, we just took a private job." Jiang Botao quickly waved his hands in denial, and then he slapped his thigh as if thinking of something: "Oh, I was so busy talking, I forgot to find Xiao Zhou! Captain Ma , I will leave it to you to deal with the aftermath here, and I will go first."

Ma Jianlin stared closely at Jiang Botao's leaving back, and waited until he turned a corner and disappeared into the alley of the shantytown, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Oh, young man..."

The ghost bus drove on this seemingly endless dark road for another [-] minutes, and picked up more than a dozen strange-shaped passengers. Now the entire carriage is almost full of "people".

Zhao Xinhong also gradually turned from being terrified at the beginning to numbness. He already knew the point of this trip—although it would be better not to know—under the circumstances that he couldn’t escape no matter what, he could only let it go as it came.Besides, there was a young man who claimed to be here to save his life sitting next to him. Although he had nothing to do except sit by and cheer up, Zhao Xinhong chose to believe him. In fact, he could only choose to believe in this taciturn young man. people.Zhao Xinhong actually felt that he was a bit crazy. He believed so blindly in a stranger who had only come into contact with him deliberately this afternoon, that he even entrusted his life to him to save him.

But what if he didn't?Zhao Xinhong, who has thin arms and thin legs, does not have the confidence to deal with a whole car of monsters and monsters with his bare hands.

A few minutes passed.

The white wolf, which had been napping at the young man's feet, suddenly stood up, with its head held high, as if it was sniffing something in the air, and then it circled around the spot several times with its tail between its legs, squatting down without delay. Seconds began to circle again, and at the same time there was a soft whimper, appearing quite anxious.Zhao Xinhong and the young man noticed the abnormality of the white wolf at the same time, and the young man's face darkened suddenly. He opened the communication interface of the mobile phone and sent several messages to the same person in succession; while Zhao Xinhong looked at the white wolf in a panic. To the young man: "What's wrong with this wolf? It doesn't want to eat people, does it?"

The young man who was clutching his mobile phone and waiting for a reply took the time to glance at him, and shook his head to show that Zhao Xinhong was thinking too much.It's just that Zhao Xinhong looked at the young man's slightly nervous expression, and vaguely felt that things were not that simple.

After about one or two minutes, the white wolf stopped circling, and the whimpering also stopped, and then it jumped onto the young man's knee lightly, stepped on it several times as if looking for a suitable position, After finding it, it curled itself up and nestled into the young man's arms.At the same time, the mobile phone in the young man's hand rang several times, apparently the other party replied to his message.While stroking the white wolf's back, the young man checked the message, his expression softened a lot.

Zhao Xinhong stared at the white wolf in the arms of the young man, puzzled: This majestic white wolf suddenly became much smaller, only about half the size of its original size, and it was more like a wolf. Samoyed.However, Zhao Xinhong encountered enough strange things tonight. Compared with the tables, chairs and benches that can speak human language, a white wolf that suddenly shrinks is not too strange.

The young man finally stopped being obsessed with Xiaoxiaole, but focused on chatting with someone, typing on the screen with his fingers flying, one after another, and the speed of swiping the screen was extremely fast.But the other party replied very slowly, Zhao Xinhong tilted his head and took a look. The young man sent the message too fast, he didn't see anything clearly, only saw a heart symbol filled in the top remarks column.

Girlfriend.

Sitting up straight, Zhao Xinhong couldn't help recalling the sweet moments between him and his wife. It was only at this time that he recalled how much he loved that woman.It's a pity that Zhao Xinhong, whose future is uncertain, doesn't know if he will be able to go home and say "I love you" to her again.

"Well, can you lend me your mobile phone?" Zhao Xinhong, who secretly wiped away two tears from the boy, took a deep breath, adjusted his tone and turned to the young man, "I want to call my wife."

The young man looked a little surprised.

"My, my phone is broken." Zhao Xinhong explained, "I just want to tell her that I love her very much."

To Zhao Xinhong's surprise, the young man shook his head and rejected him: "You can go home and tell her."

"I don't even know if I can go back..." Zhao Xinhong looked very depressed, and the expression on his face was dozens of times more depressed than when he learned that the ghost bus was bound for hell.

"You can go back," said the young man.

Zhao Xinhong stared at the young man's face, a kind of power slowly emerged in his heart, a kind of power that made him believe that he could definitely survive.This young man said very little, but the calmness revealed in the few words he had with Zhao Xinhong, as if he was just telling some established facts, made it impossible to doubt any words he said.

It was a kind of domineering that even nature could not violate, as if as long as he said that tomorrow's sun would rise from the west, then tomorrow's sun would definitely rise from the west.

The calmness of the young man affected Zhao Xinhong, making him calm down and wait, waiting for this ghost bus to drive to hell.

This time, Zhao Xinhong didn't wait too long. After about five or six minutes, the ghost bus slowly slowed down after turning a corner, and the passengers on the bus also became restless. The aliens on the bus began to check their belongings, and all kinds of phenomena meant that the ghost bus was about to arrive.

Zhao Xinhong, who thought he had relaxed, suddenly became nervous again. After all, he would face the entrance of hell directly after getting out of the car. He didn't want to die, let alone go directly to hell alive.

The ghost bus finally stopped. The half-faced driver opened the door and turned off the engine. All the passengers stood up and started queuing up to get off. When he got up, he glanced out the window. He didn't see any entrance to hell. The street view outside the car window was still the same as the suburban road, as if the ghost bus had never been started from the beginning to the end.

The last passenger to stand up was the young man who claimed to save Zhao Xinhong's life. He patted the back of the white wolf in his arms and drove it to the ground. After the circle, he squatted obediently and looked at the young man, as if waiting for his instructions.The young man put the phone back into his pocket unhurriedly, yawned lazily, and then reached out and grabbed Zhao Xinhong's wrist, which shocked Zhao Xinhong who was concentrating on looking out the window.

"Follow me, don't talk, don't look around." The young man said very seriously.

Zhao Xinhong was frightened by his appearance, and nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Botao stood in the cold wind wearing a thin blue and white casual outfit, holding a cup of family oden in his hand. While eating oden, he looked around from time to time, as if he was waiting for the bus.It's just that the place where he was standing had neither a bus stop sign nor a taxi call point—there was no traffic at all on this dark and silent road.

But Jiang Botao still waited for a bus.

The speed of the bus was very slow. From the moment it turned into Jiang Botao's line of sight, it took the bus 3 minutes to stop slowly at a distance of five or six meters from Jiang Botao, and then the door slowly opened. up.The half-faced skeleton driver got out of the car, dragged the same skeletonized half of his body slowly past Jiang Botao, and opened a "door" out of thin air on the edge of the sidewalk four to five meters behind him.

The bone-piercing cold hit the vest the moment the "door" opened, Jiang Botao couldn't help frowning, it was different from the physical cold, it was a creepy feeling with a breath of death.Jiang Botao knew where this "door" led to, and he also knew that this "door" did not pose any threat to him, so he just kept his nerves and continued to stand where he was, chewing fish tofu.

Zhou Zekai forced Zhao Xinhong, who was as stiff as a puppet, to get out of the car. He took a quick look and saw Jiang Botao standing aside. The latter was holding an oden cup, smiling and showing his small white teeth.

Zhao Xinhong also saw Jiang Botao, and recognized him as the follower at a glance. What happened to the convenience store made him subconsciously want to flee from Zhou Zekai's grasp, but Zhou Zekai held him tightly, and Zhao Xinhong couldn't twitch. .

"Follow me," Zhou Zekai said irrefutably, "Look ahead."

Zhao Xinhong had no choice but to bite the bullet and turn forward, so he saw the door to hell. Unexpectedly, the appearance of that door was too ordinary, ordinary like a door, but this door led to a chaos.

On the other side of the chaos is hell.

The passengers carried by the ghost bus are queuing up through the chaos, and they are slowly moving forward in an orderly manner, as if they are just commuters who are going home to check in.Zhao Xinhong was taken aback by his analogy, and felt that he was really dizzy at work.Just when he was on a errand, Zhou Zekai suddenly dragged him into a [-]-degree turn, and walked straight towards Jiang Botao.

——When they left the team, there was still a "Zhou Zekai" dragging a "Zhao Xinhong" in the team and walking towards the gate of hell. "They" passed through the chaos, but did not disappear, but turned into Two pieces of fish tofu fell on the ground.

Jiang Botao was not far away from them, about three or four steps away. The white wolf who had been closely following Zhou Zekai jumped towards Jiang Botao, wagging its tail happily while surrounding him. Turned around several times.And Zhou Zekai also stepped forward, but he stood in front of Jiang Botao in two steps. Zhao Xinhong, who was still being dragged by Zhou Zekai, staggered and almost fell into the mud.

"What's going on?" Zhou Zekai stared at Jiang Botao condescendingly, his tone was not very good, even with a hint of persuasion.

"Meet two red guys." Jiang Botao smiled, and spread his right hand to let Zhou Zekai look at his worn palm, "Don't worry, it's just a little scratched."

Zhou Zekai never believed Jiang Botao's nonsense, he only believed what he saw: since Jiang Botao was hurt, then these two people were definitely not ordinary "red guys".

"I'll listen to you when I get home." Zhou Zekai gave Jiang Botao a rather dissatisfied look, took a bunch of Arctic fins from the oden cup in his hand in retaliation, brought them to his mouth, and bit down viciously.

Jiang Botao, who knew very well that if he didn't explain the injury clearly, then Zhou Zekai would never end with him, sighed helplessly, then he knelt down and touched the head of the white wolf at his feet. He obediently rubbed the tip of his nose against Jiang Botao's palm, and then it suddenly turned into a ball of white light and melted into Jiang Botao's body.

Zhao Xinhong, who had been staring at the two of them closely, broke out in white sweat after seeing Jiang Botao merged the white wolf that had turned into light, and felt more and more that this was not the place he should be staying.

—Besides, he has escaped the death threat from hell.

"I, am I, can I go first?" Zhao Xinhong asked cautiously, his wrist was still restrained by Zhou Zekai. Although he kept trying to break free, Zhou Zekai was completely unmoved. In the end, Zhao Xinhong was almost With a crying voice, he said, "I want to go home."

"Mr. Zhao." Jiang Botao turned to Zhao Xinhong with a smile on his face, "Your home is over there."

While talking, Jiang Botao stretched out his finger and pointed to Zhao Xinhong's diagonally behind.

That direction is the gate of hell.

"No, no, no, you made a mistake. My home is, is..." Zhao Xinhong paused for a moment—he couldn't remember the address of his own home in a hurry—so he quickly changed his words: "Anyway, my home is Not there! It's not my home!"

Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao looked at each other.

"Maybe I shouldn't call you Mr. Zhao." Jiang Botao tilted his head, as if thinking about something, "I should call you Zhao San."

Zhao Xinhong shuddered viciously, and then he screamed hysterically: "I am Zhao Xinhong! I am Zhao Xinhong! I am not Zhao San! You have mistaken me! I am Zhao Xinhong! I am Zhao Xinhong! I am a corporate executive! I have a car and a house! I have a wife and children! I am rich! I am Zhao Xinhong! I am Zhao Xinhong! I am Zhao Xinhong! Zhao Xinhong!!"

Zhou Zekai let go of Zhao Xinhong's hand when he screamed for the first time, and he and Jiang Botao quickly retreated a few steps.

The current "Zhao Xinhong" is no longer Zhao Xinhong: a strange cloud of black air is rapidly rising from his body, condensing into a vague human figure in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, the human figure is condensed into a shape. Those brows and eyes are so vivid that they are another "Zhao Xinhong"!

The "Zhao Xinhong" formed by the condensed black energy floated behind Zhao Xinhong, like a puppet, manipulating Zhao Xinhong to rush towards Zhou Jiang and the two in front of him.The two tacitly avoided this clumsy pounce, one left and one right. At the same time, Zhou Zekai elbowed Zhao Xinhong's defenseless lower back, and Jiang Botao raised his hand to "Zhao Xinhong"'s vest. With the last grab, Zhou Zekai turned around and grabbed his wrist, taking advantage of the trend to move backwards.

——The manipulator "Zhao Xinhong" was torn from the body of the "puppet" Zhao Xinhong abruptly by the two,

Pulling "Zhao Xinhong" behind, the two hurried back a few steps again, each posing for a fight, fearing that "Zhao Xinhong" would attack again.However, "Zhao Xinhong" just hugged his head and knelt on the ground, howling: "I am Zhao Xinhong! I am Zhao Xinhong, I am Zhao Xinhong..."

"You are Zhao San." Zhou Zekai stood on the spot and said indifferently.

"No, I'm Zhao Xinhong." "Zhao Xinhong" choked up and retorted, "I'm Zhao Xinhong, a corporate executive..."

"You are Zhao San who lives by begging." Jiang Botao said.

"No, I'm Zhao Xinhong, Zhao Xinhong who has a house and a car..."

"You are the homeless Zhao San, and you have your home in the shanty town."

"I'm Zhao Xinhong, I have a wife and children..."

"Zhao San has no wife or children."

"I'm Zhao Xinhong, very rich and rich..."

"You died of illness." Zhou Zekai paused, "Consumption."

The illusion that he painstakingly maintained was finally torn apart, and the bloody reality made "Zhao Xinhong" show his true colors: a scrawny young homeless man.He knelt on the ground and curled himself into a ball, letting the tears flow wantonly on his face: "I am Zhao Xinhong, Zhao Xinhong, Zhao Xinhong, I am Zhao San, Zhao San, hahahaha Zhao San..."

"Is he crazy?" Jiang Botao looked up at Zhou Zekai, who shook his head, expressing that he didn't know: "Throw it in."

"Don't want to know more about his mental journey?" Jiang Botao raised his eyebrows.

"Not interested." Zhou Zekai replied.

"That's what I like about you." Jiang Botao grinned, "'Ruthless and Unrighteous' Zhou Zekai."

When the nickname was mentioned, Zhou Zekai was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly fought back: "'Insensitive'Jiang Botao."

Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and then they laughed together. The two of them just laughed like this, set up Zhao San, who was in a madness, and threw him into the unclosed gate of hell .

Zhao San is a homeless person.

He doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he's going—in fact, no one cares about where they go except the civil affairs department or the urban management department—the earth is his bed, the sky is his quilt, Wan's family Lighting is a luxury he will never be able to touch.Zhao San, in rags and ragged clothes, curled up humblely in the cracks of the lights, relying on other people's charity to survive, seeing all the cruelty of the world.

In fact, Zhao San can support himself by working part-time, but no one is willing to give him a chance, no one will hire a dirty homeless person.

A vagabond can only be a vagabond, he is the real bottom of society.

Later, an old man who picked up rags gave Zhao San a home. Although this home was just a small wooden house in a shantytown, Zhao San was very satisfied. At least he knew where he should go back every night.Zhao San went to the street to beg every day. He knelt on the side of the street with a dirty bowl in front of him.Kneeling was actually very boring, so Zhao San started to think wildly. He looked at the bright and beautiful white-collar workers, and imagined how wonderful it would be if he could live their lives.

In Zhao San's fantasy world, he lives in a beautiful house, drives a shiny luxury car, has a beautiful wife, and a lot of money.

Enough money to treat tuberculosis.

The immunocompromised Zhao San was infected with tuberculosis by the old scavengers. When he was dying in bed, he was still imagining that he was the man he met last night. Holding a polished watch and carrying a briefcase in a hurry, he must be going home. His home should be very spacious and bright. He also has a beautiful wife and children, maybe two child……

Zhao San, wandering in the fantasy world, lay on a thin wooden plank, covered with a bed of rags and cotton wool, with a happy smile on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again, Zhao San turned into Zhao Xinhong.

So Zhao Xinhong began to have bad luck one after another.

Because "Zhao Xinhong" couldn't understand the report, he always made mistakes in his work; because "Zhao Xinhong" couldn't use a mobile phone, he couldn't receive other people's calls; because "Zhao Xinhong" couldn't drive, he had a car accident; because The current "Zhao Xinhong" is not a homeless person, so he hates homeless people; because "Zhao Xinhong" is not Zhao Xinhong, his wife, who is not an ordinary person, saw the clues.

Zhao Xinhong's wife is Ding Mengrui, who is Jiang Botao's senior.

It was around 03:30 in the morning when Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao sent the unconscious Zhao Xinhong home. Ding Mengrui hadn't rested yet—she didn't even change into her pajamas—she had been sitting in the living room waiting for their arrival.

After throwing Zhao Xinhong to bed, Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao didn't show the slightest intention to say goodbye, and Ding Mengrui, knowing this, went to the kitchen to make two cups of hot tea.

"I'm sorry for Xinhong's matter." Ding Mengrui put hot tea in front of the two of them, "Thank you for your willingness to do me this favor."

"It's okay, senior." Jiang Botao said, "After all, we have something to ask of you..."

"Don't call me senior." Ding Mengrui smiled and looked at Jiang Botao, who could sense the exhaustion in the corners of her eyes and brows, "I'm not your 'senior', I'm just a deserter."

Jiang Botao fell silent.

Because according to the information he has, Ding Mengrui is indeed a deserter: on the eve of graduating from the Guidance Academy, for some reason, she was determined to drop out of school, and submitted a total of four withdrawal applications.However, due to the scarcity of guides, the college has been reluctant to let Ding Mengrui drop out of school. All four of her dropout applications were rejected. Some school leaders even went to threaten Ding Mengrui, saying that if she insisted on dropping out, the school would contact her. Dongta negotiated and arranged for her to be forcibly combined with a sentinel.Ding Mengrui, who did not want to be threatened by this, used reverse overload to burn down her empathy system that night.

The consequence of this series of events is that the senior leadership of the Guidance Academy experienced a major change of blood, and the relevant school leaders were removed from the team; the Guidance Academy was also reclassified under the jurisdiction of the East Tower; She paid a large amount of compensation and started her new life from then on.

——A beautiful life without being an accessory to anyone.

In all fairness, Jiang Botao admires Ding Mengrui very much: she is a strong woman, self-reliant, self-loving, defying power, and bravely fighting against all inequalities.

But this does not change the fact that Ding Mengrui has always been a "deserter" in the East Tower's archives.

Jiang Botao didn't want to get entangled in this kind of problem now, so he thought for a while and said, "Then I'll call you Senior Sister, after all, we have studied together in the Guidance Academy, Senior Sister Ding."

Zhou Zekai who was sitting next to him also called out: "Sister Ding."

Ding Mengrui giggled: "Come on, when I came out of the academy, Xiao Jiang, you were not even 14 years old, and you hadn't reached the school age. And Xiao Zhou, you are not in the same system with us at all. Is it the senior sister you called?"

In fact, I entered school earlier than any of the guides.Jiang Botao slandered, but didn't say it out of his mouth.Zhou Zekai scratched his cheek embarrassingly, and picked up the teacup to cover up his embarrassment by drinking water, but something even more embarrassing happened: Zhou Zekai was caught off guard by the scalding tea and almost threw the cup out. A few napkins to wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Xiao Zhou, are you a cat's tongue?" Ding Mengrui reached out and took the tea cup out of Zhou Zekai's hand, held it in his hand and covered it for a few seconds before handing it to him, "Try again?"

Zhou Zekai took the teacup that Ding Mengrui handed back, met the encouraging eyes of the other party, and put out the tip of his tongue to squirt the water surface in doubt: The tea in this cup was indeed not as hot as before.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the two juniors, Ding Mengrui just smiled, "This is my ability, I can absorb the heat of the things I handle, so as to control the temperature." Then she paused, and added: "Now it is mainly used to give My son makes milk powder."

Ding Mengrui's awakening ability as a guide is inherent and will not disappear with the damage of the sharing system, so it is not surprising that she will do so.

With such a small episode, Jiang Botao naturally led the topic to the real purpose of their trip: "Sister Ding, do you know what happened in the East Pagoda last month?"

Ding Mengrui reached out and pinned a strand of hair behind her ear, then she nodded: "I know, that's why you came here."

"Sister, do you know what happened in the East Pagoda?" Jiang Botao asked eagerly.

"I don't know, Xiao Jiang, I don't know." Ding Mengrui said flatly, "I am no longer a guide, and I have nothing to do with anything about the East Pagoda."

"But you know about it." Zhou Zekai said suddenly.

"It's hard for me not to know about this." Ding Mengrui turned to Zhou Zekai, "My classmates and friends during school, they are all very good people, even if I drop out, we still keep in touch with each other from time to time."

"Until last month." Ding Mengrui sighed, revealing an indescribable sadness in her words, "I suddenly lost contact with them, so I went to a few friends' houses and learned about it .”

"Then, senior sister, do you have any opinions or clues?" Jiang Botao stared into Ding Mengrui's eyes, and Ding Mengrui slowly shook his head: "I'm sorry, I've been away from your world for too long. , I just want to protect my family, my husband, and my children."

As Ding Mengrui spoke, she couldn't help touching her slightly protruding belly, the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc, and the meaning behind her words couldn't be more obvious.Zhou Zekai reckoned that they would not be able to get help from Ding Mengrui, so he secretly tugged on Jiang Botao's clothes, and Jiang Botao said knowingly: "It's okay, we respect your wishes, senior. It's so late, we don't Excuse me, sister, you are resting, but after Mr. Zhao woke up..."

"According to the procedure, I know everything." Ding Mengrui nodded, "My husband is just an ordinary person, and he is easy to deal with."

Ding Mengrui took the initiative to take care of Zhao Xinhong's aftermath, and the two of them felt relieved and planned to get up and leave.

"Xiao Jiang." Before going out, Ding Mengrui suddenly stopped Jiang Botao, held his with her warm hands, and said to him earnestly: "Although I am not a guide now, you have to believe that I am with you." Your position is always the same."

Jiang Botao opened his mouth, obviously a little confused, but when he saw Ding Mengrui's gentle eyes looking into the inner bedroom, he immediately understood: "Don't worry, senior sister, although I am not capable of protecting everyone, I will definitely protect everyone." To be able to protect the most important one."

Ding Mengrui smiled.

Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao walked side by side on the way home, the whole world was silent, only the faint chirping of insects came with the wind, all the windows of the houses were dark, only the street lamps stretched their shadows very long.

"What did she tell you?" Zhou Zekai said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Botao was lowering his head, focusing on picking up the red floor tiles and stomping on them. "It's nothing. Sister Ding told me that her position is always the same as mine."

"What position?" Zhou Zekai asked curiously.

"Well... I won't tell you." Jiang Botao stuck out his tongue at him, and then he pulled his face down and said in distress: "Xiao Zhou, you have to walk a few steps behind me, that red floor tile is too far away, I can't step on it arrive."

Zhou Zekai looked along Jiang Botao's fingertips, and the red floor tile closest to him was indeed too far away, with a distance of at least seven or eight meters between them.

I really don't know what's so fun about this childish game.

Zhou Zekai sighed, then squatted down and patted himself on the shoulder, motioning Jiang Botao to lie down.Jiang Botao obediently fell on it, and Zhou Zekai walked towards the red tile with his back on his back, and then they passed by it, but Zhou Zekai didn't let Jiang Botao down.Afterwards, they passed many red floor tiles, but Zhou Zekai never let Jiang Botao get off.

Jiang Botao had already fallen asleep on Zhou Zekai's back.

The thick night on the horizon is brewing dawn.