Teardown mode from scratch

Wen Jinglan walked through the mirror to the rest room. What was very curious was that after he came out, he opened the mirror and couldn't find the entrance.Frowning, he couldn't figure out the mystery for a while, did he have to go in through that well to see him?

After leaving the rest room, looking down from the window of the office, he quickly judged where he was.This is Forward West Street, one of the busiest areas, and it is the area of ​​initial construction. Opposite is the popular 'steal' shooting club. On the side is the only florist on Forward Street that sells feverfew and roses. shot'.And this is naturally the Xiyuan Bar.

It is not difficult to speculate that Rong Rong's words are naturally the real behind-the-scenes boss of the bar—Rong Ling, a person who only had a name in the past on Forward Street, but never posted his real face.

It turns out that Xiyuan Bar is actually managed by people in their teens and 20s. In just over a year, it will become a "golden small world" Forward Street, carrying the material prosperity of the ordinary world.

From the initial construction to the present, two years have passed, and the time is not long, nor is it short.

No matter how tough the first days were, how many people came and went, Xiyuan Bar has never changed owners, and the management is well organized. Those who can survive on this street for a long time have lost their essence long ago, so that they created such a complicated bar. Only the secret room can sleep peacefully, I can't help but want to laugh, after all, while gaining status, it is doomed to be difficult to enjoy peace.

It's just that not long ago he still believed that when the girl left, the words that "he" was actually very innocent behind was true.It's starting to waver now, but those real and funny reactions just now are still vivid in my memory, after weighing it, maybe it's true.

Forward Street, greed, money, drunkenness...the more corrupt things there are, the more abundant the vanity material is, and the "beautiful things" are more luxurious here.They were supposed to be people without feelings, but they were eager to take a gamble, only one, and it didn't matter if they lost.

It's daytime, the most lazy time in Fuhua Street, there are no people of all kinds who come out to indulge and have fun in the bar, the visitors are busy with their affairs in the dark, and they are busy with work in the morning.Wen Jinglan cautiously jumped out of a window at the back of the bar, and saw that the ordinary manhole cover was exactly the well he fell into, no one could see that there was something hidden underneath.

The rain outside still hasn't stopped, it's very small, gradually accumulating chill.The back alley is very long, not just the back alley of Xiyuan Bar, it is a deformed area that is disconnected from Fuhua Street. After all, it cannot escape the sight of Ruyunbiao Tower, but there are no neon lights flashing in this narrow place. It bears a different guilt than luxury.

In the alley at night, those cats and dogs in human skins were driven by money to cut off the legs of those in debt.In such a daytime, you can find dried blood everywhere, and the white chrysanthemum left behind is particularly eye-catching. No one pays attention to the motive of the crime, but there is mourning and speechlessness.They can survive here just by selling white chrysanthemums. Sure enough, this sinful alley maximizes the benefits of the little flowers.

I left Fuhua Street on foot, and took a taxi to the central area of ​​City S with the 1000 yuan I 'borrowed' just halfway.

Taxi walks slowly through those living areas that are particularly crowded because of people running around and working hard.

After dealing with some matters, he went to Ci Xueyuan's apartment nearby. Ci Xueyuan was his confidant and queen killer. This poetic name full of Chinese style is always associated with certain victims in the world.Wen Jinglan is his master, a person who brings her the life she longs for. As long as she stays by his side, she can enjoy killing. Only in this place can the distortion of the mind be alleviated, and this distortion flows into the world in a way of both good and evil in the concept of right and wrong.

Porcelain Xueyuan was convicted of a crime by the secular world, known as the sickle of the devil, and the burial flower of the other side.Little do they know that she is a lonely sharp blade. In this whitewashed era, undercurrents are surging and the situation is changing. It is enough to simply and stubbornly guard the first person who gave her alms and the world that gave her life.

Recently, news of the death of the sixth-generation successor of the Chi Group has always been circulating. Various versions of rumors spread only one day after the person disappeared. She knew it was not groundless, but she never cared about it, especially this kind of deliberate release.After all, it was a well-drawn script, she was the eyes, it was enough that she had no sense of fairness and had no bias towards anyone other than Wen Jinglan.It's just that the ending that was set this time was not as perfect as expected. The people in the cracks of the Chi Group didn't have a clue, it was really a narrow place, and the eyes of judgment missed it.Maybe it's a seamless plan? It's a ridiculous idea.

Open the anti-theft door to meet her master who has been waiting for a long time.Obviously the plan had failed, that person didn't have an ups and downs face, but there was an inexplicable amount of other emotions, she didn't understand, and didn't want to understand more.

"can not see."

"It will be found."

"Not going back?" A question, stated in a calm tone with an affirmative answer.

"It's all right here, I'll go back tonight." After speaking, he walked into the guest room where only he had slept in for several years.Inside was a bed and a computer that hadn't fallen into dust but hadn't been running for a long time.

No one was at fault for this miscalculation, and there was no further investigation.But he thought about irrelevant things, such as taking a car to S City, staring at the approaching billboard, and temporarily diverted to buy something.

Looking at the quilt, he couldn't help but think of Rong Ling, and subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing himself to sleep in order to deal with tonight's business.