unexpected giveaway

6:10AM police station.

"Hi John."

The man with Luo hair struggled to raise his head from the pile of documents, the night shift made the man lack of sleep.

John yawned heavily, scratching his hair in distress.

"The boss gave an order, and the boss wants you to do it."

John narrowed his eyes and took it: "What... Chester Williams, who is this man?"

he asked, pointing to the names specially marked in the document.

"You really shouldn't be sleeping, John!" The colleague knocked him on the head, "Chester Williams, the son of the Williams family, a student of McGee Lund. Since McGee Lund died , the superior told us to keep an eye on him, and recently we decided to take the initiative to ask him out. And the person who talked to him was you, John."

John yawned again, and looked at the document silently: "... Let me pretend to be a native of L country. In fact, I always thought that I was just an old man who died. Why should the country mobilize so many teachers and mobilize people! He also keeps an eye on his students. This person can do it." What's coming out?"

He played the photo of Chester Williams, with black hair and black eyes, and more importantly, his skin was frighteningly fair.John felt that this man was a standard aristocrat who couldn't do anything.

The colleague laughed: "Be careful not to let the boss know this, or he will kick you to death. Remember, at seven o'clock in the evening, the location is in a slum."

"Yes, yes." John pressed the documents on top of his head, fell to the table, and waved to the colleagues who were still there.

16:45PM ghetto.

A little girl in a white dress stumbles out of a pale yellow house.

"elder brother."

The blond-haired man came back, saw the little girl and hurried over to hug her up: "What's the matter, Linda?"

The little girl with long black hair shook her head and grabbed the man's clothes.

The man smiled, carried her back and walked back: "You sleep at home for a while, brother will be back soon, and will bring you delicious food."

After settling down the little sister, the blond man came out again.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and his whole face was immersed in the shadows with the light behind him.Near dinnertime, the aisles of the slums were barely deserted.The man walked calmly, as if he was the only one making footsteps in this aisle.

But his thoughts didn't last long, when another footstep came from the opposite side.

The blond man raised his head, and a smiling man with camel hair came to meet him.

They approached each other, and then naturally inserted|passed by.

The sound of overlapping footsteps gradually receded, and the blond man turned the corner.

A car horn sounded, the man turned sideways, and a dark car drove past him.He looked at the tinted glass of the car in front of him, but couldn't see what was inside.

But he didn't have the patience to explore the contents of the car.

As the car left, the blond man continued walking.

Someone I've never seen before...a noble car...

What I saw today was really strange, the man shook his head.

17:00PM ghetto.

When the afterglow was strong, a blond man walked slowly from the end of the aisle.

He still had a dog's tail grass that he had picked up by hand in his mouth. Although he was smiling all the way, he looked carefree, like a lively little ruffian.

"Cory, here you come—"

A bartender pushed open the wooden door of the bar and waved to him.

This bar is the only one in the ghetto, owned by Boss Smith.Because of its special nature, all curious or idle young people stay here.

Of course, they are also willing to vent their vitality in this passionate night in this venue.

The man named Corey walked over without haste, he blinked his sea-blue eyes, and smiled at the bartender: "Has today's party started?"

"Not yet, you came just in time. Your golden hair is still there, didn't you say you're going to dye it a new color?" The bartender rubbed Corey's hair, "But this is pretty good, like a little leopard. "

Corey took two steps back, preventing the bartender from making such an image-destructive move.

"Oh, come on, I'll be there sooner or later. You know my mother has the same hair color."

The bartender showed a strange expression: "How should I comment, rebellious little boy?"

"Hey, it's all the fault of the man who didn't come home, we're all in this because he tricked us into running to the big city." Corey shrugged uselessly.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." The bartender put his arm around Cory's shoulders and walked into the bar. "It's not good for a party."

Corey smiled. "You're wise."

He let go of the wooden door, and the wooden door that lost its support naturally swung back.

Make their backs into segments.

22:20PM ghetto.

Chester Williams, the dark-haired man who got away from a deal, loosened his tie wearily as he walked out.

His expression clearly showed that the outcome of the transaction just now was a failure.

The conditions offered by the other party were too tempting, which made the cautious Chester choose to retreat.In the end, both sides failed to achieve what they wanted, Chester resigned first, and the L countryman was surrounded by a group of Betas and didn't want to leave at all.

Chester looked back at the signboard of their trading place. He didn't understand why this wealthy-looking man from country L liked to arrange the place here. Although it was hidden enough, Chester had an indescribable dislike.

Perhaps the earthy smell here is too strong, and the people are too lazy and hard.

The people in the ghetto were not in the same world as he was.

When Arthur saw the employer coming out, he stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Are you going back, sir?"

"Go back first, I still have something to do."

"Sir..." Arthur hesitated, and had to comply under Chester's sharp eyes, "Yes, sir."

Chester breathed a sigh of relief when the car disappeared down the trail with its red taillights flashing.

After each transaction, the figure of Mr. Longde would crazily occupy his head, and he was so depressed that he was at a loss what to do.This requires walking to consume too many brain circuits. Even if walking is not a solution, Chester has not found the best form of treatment so far.

Chester walked forward calmly, the old colored lights of the small shops along the street mottled his face.

The black-haired man's face was resolute and sharp, and even the light could hardly stay on it, and Chester soon fell into the darkness again.

Suddenly, he smelled a very faint smell, which was incompatible with the turbid air here.

It made him feel strange, and at the same time the failed deal made him irritated.

Chester walked through an alley, and the smell became more profound.He hesitated, and stopped at the entrance of the alley.Here he couldn't see what was in the alley at all, but the indescribable smell hung high in his heart, and something couldn't help but wanted to rush out.Chester frowned, he felt out of control, which made him even more annoyed.

Chester clenched his fists and walked in with a cold face.

He needs to know what's in there, Alphas have always liked to be in control.

The alley was too dirty to describe in words, and the smell that attracted him in this environment was more like a signpost, guiding him to move forward.Chester kicked a wine bottle, and the wine bottle rolled forward, and then Chester heard the sound of vomiting.

The strong smell of alcohol passed over.

"Damn it, do you think I'm going to lose?"

A flying voice came from the end of the alley, Chester narrowed his eyes, he vaguely saw the back of a person, and yes, a man.

The line of the man's back was straightened, and his thin muscles were revealed through the raised hem of his clothes.

After a burst of chaotic footsteps, Chester heard the sound of water again.

After Cory rinsed his mouth with water, he stumbled back.

"Hmm—" He blinked, staring curiously at the inexplicably extra shadow behind him, "Is there... someone here?" Corey walked over and patted.

Chester grabbed his hand in disgust and flung it aside.

Corey laughed vaguely: "There are really people...what are they here for?"

He slowly approached the black shadow, and carefully identified it: "Oh, it's a man."

Chester used this to see the other person's appearance clearly. He was someone he had met this afternoon, at the corner.Chester strangely retraces the details of seeing the man.

It turned out to be just an alcoholic, Chester frowned habitually.

Corey approached with a smile, and the hand he touched just now was frighteningly cold, which made him dislike it very much.For the cold, he prefers something warm and warm.

But the appearance of the man in front of him is very in line with his aesthetics, tall and handsome, with a three-dimensional outline as if carefully carved by a famous sculptor.This added some long-term memories to Cory's confused brain-the white statues he saw when he was a child lying on the church window.

His gaze wandered boldly on this strange man, and finally slowly moved away from him with a polite gesture.

"What's the smell..." Corey muttered.

He sensed strangely that as a Beta, he was not that sensitive to the smell of Alpha and Omega.The first contact made him full of curiosity.But he couldn't really make out.

—Even though Alpha's pheromones were evident in this dark alley, none of them knew it.

Corey grinned secretly, tilted his head and gave Chester a weird smile.

"What a boring man," he commented, walking slowly past Chester.

The tall man watched him away.

Corey, who was swaying, took two steps, and the smell became stronger and stronger, so that he almost wanted to surrender.Corey shook his head and stopped unexpectedly.

He turned his head, and his eyes fell on the person who had merged with the darkness.

A hot sensation exploded from inside his body, like the white bubbles that naturally come out of beer poured into a glass.

No one is going to stop this phenomenon.

Because it is natural, small, and not even worth mentioning.

Now they don't know what this means to them.

Or it's just a hormonal play, or, it's just a simple obedience to nature.