Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

The dry air was mixed with a bit of dampness, and the dark clouds that were still in the distance just now floated to the top of the head at some point, piled up in layers, like a thick ink that could not be melted.

The strong wind blew the green trees on both sides of the road. The weak and thin branches could not bear such a strong damage, and the emerald green leaves gave out a painful cry of "swiping and pulling".

Passers-by on the street were in a hurry, and everyone consciously quickened their steps, hoping to rush back to their place of residence before the storm came.

Qiuren walked into an inconspicuous small hotel, the young man sitting at the front desk playing with his mobile phone saw someone coming in, he just raised his eyelids lazily, said welcome perfunctorily, then continued to lower his head to play with his mobile phone.

"Alone, stay for one night."

Qiuren didn't care about his attitude, and stated his request succinctly.

"Do you have an appointment?"

The young man sitting at the front desk asked without raising his head.

"No."

"Single room is [-] a night, deposit is [-], please show your citizen ID."

Qiuren frowned. He almost forgot that there was a citizen ID. His existence in this world was completely wiped out, and the originally forged citizen ID naturally lost its effect. Whether it is a hotel in this world, A hotel, an Internet cafe, or even a means of transportation all need a citizen ID.

It would not be difficult to find someone to forge another one, but it would take some time, and right now he would definitely not be able to produce a citizen ID to check in.

A thought flashed through Qiu Ren's mind. He looked at the young man at the front desk who was only staring at his phone with his head down, and was considering whether to knock him out first, and then open a hole in his body to get his own blood in.

But he just thought about it. Although this hotel is inconspicuous, there are still several cameras installed in the corner. I am afraid that if he beat someone unconscious one second, a hero will rush over to catch him the next second.

As a good young man who knows the law and abides by the law, Qiuren doesn't want to add such a rich stroke to his life history.

The wind outside was stronger than before. The old wooden door of the hotel was rattled by the strong wind, and there were bursts of shrill and powerful screams through the cracks in the door.

Qiu Ren was silent for a few seconds, and finally turned around and left the hotel. From the beginning to the end, the young man at the front desk did not take his eyes off his phone.

Qiuren opened the wooden door, and a gust of strong wind rushed into the small hotel in an instant. The ceramic raccoon pendant placed on the counter was suddenly blown down and happened to hit the screen of the young man's mobile phone. The smooth and flat screen instantly cracked into pieces. A dense spider web.

"Damn! My new mobile phone!"

The young man was so angry that he jumped up from his chair.

After leaving the hotel, Qiuren directly found a small alley that looked dilapidated, and burrowed into it without hesitation. Speaking of which, besides Hong, the people who had the deepest friendship with him in this world were the ones who hang out in those alleys on a daily basis. He decided to go to his old friends to catch up with the old friends and deepen their relationship.

The gangsters in the alley felt a chill behind their backs for no reason.

Qiuren was very enthusiastic to reminisce with them, until the last person couldn't bear his enthusiasm and fell to the ground, the reminiscence activity was considered to be over.

After reminiscing about the old days, it was time to deepen the relationship, but when Qiuren looked at the group of gangsters lying unconscious on the ground in front of him, hesitation flashed in his heart.

Can his blood volume support so many people?

Just when he was hesitating, the storm that had been brewing for a long time finally came, and the big raindrops hit him one after another. There was no place to hide from the rain in the narrow and dark alley, but after a while, Qiu Ren His whole body was soaked by the rain, and the rain stained the lenses of his glasses, making his vision suddenly blurred.

Qiu Ren didn't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed he was at the moment, and he originally wanted to use his own blood to turn them into his own, so he didn't do anything serious, but it turned out that these people who were lying dead on the ground The gangsters woke up one after another under the washing of the rain, and Qiuren could only silently complain in his heart that the rain came too untimely.

"You bastard, don't think that we will obediently spare you."

The leader of the gangster wiped the muddy water on his face, his face was a little grim, he waved to the younger brothers behind him, and ordered them to go together.

Failed.

Qiu Ren thought.

He almost forgot that this is a society of individuality, and previously he had knocked these guys down before they could use their individuality, but this time it might not be so easy.

The fine raindrops are densely distributed on the transparent glass lens, and when one is wiped off, a new one will come. Qiuren simply took off the glasses and put them in the right pocket of his shirt.

There is still a blurry scene in his line of sight, but since there is no obstruction, his field of vision has expanded a lot. He can't see the figures of these gangsters clearly, but he is very clear from which direction they will attack .

come on.

Qiuren muttered silently in his heart.

This time he won't show mercy.

But he didn't wait for these people's attacks, because before these people launched their attacks, they were dealt with by an uninvited guest.

A ten-meter-long ice wall froze all these people. Before they even realized what happened, they found themselves as decorations on the ice wall. The unusual biting chill almost froze their blood together.

"Forgive... spare my life..."

The gangster muttered inarticulately, and he felt that his teeth were going to freeze.

Who can tell him why that Hong Jiaodong appeared here.

Qiuren also wanted to ask this question.

Is there anything more tragic than being completely forgotten by someone you used to get along day and night?

It turns out that there is.

That is to gather a crowd to fight and be caught by this person on the spot. This person is still a professional hero.

According to the boy's previous personality that he liked to be frozen when he had nothing to do, and the icy walls that appeared too many times today, Qiu Ren suspected that he might be the next one to be frozen.

Qiu Ren thought about it, and felt that maybe he should think of a way to get out before he was frozen, so he withdrew his original dignified and cold expression, and quickly put on a panicked but somewhat joyful expression.

"Thank you for saving me."

Qiuren's eldest sister, Fu Yumei, once commented that it is a pity that Qiuren does not become an actor. Compared with those vase actors who have nothing but looks but only stare blankly, Qiuren crushes today's performing arts in terms of appearance and acting skills There are a lot of small fresh meat in the circle.

He can freely adjust his facial expressions, allowing them to express themselves in front of outsiders according to his own ideas, without making people feel that deliberately artificial.

With his current appearance, he looks like an unlucky guy who was accidentally entangled by gangsters, and because his body type itself belongs to the thin type, it is in sharp contrast with those guys with five big and three thick muscles. In contrast, coupled with the fact that he has been drenched in rain for too long, the already fair skin on his face is now more obvious against the black hair on his temples and forehead, and even looks sickly pale.

Weak, poor, and helpless.

This sentence could not be more appropriate to describe the current Qiuren.

"Wow, what happened here?"

Sero's voice suddenly came from the side. He looked at the magnificent ice wall in front of him, and his eyes widened. When he saw the only person who survived the disaster, the doubt in his tone became more serious.

"Huh? Why are you again? I remember you just now..."

Sero recognized at a glance that this was the young man that Hong had rescued before, but this man was too unlucky to be blackmailed twice in a day.

From Sero's point of view, this situation is obviously because Akito was blackmailed by these people, and Akito naturally followed his words.

"Maybe I'm unlucky today."

Qiu Ren lowered his head and made a self-deprecating look, his hands trembled slightly, as if he had not fully recovered from the shock.

We are the ones who are unlucky.

The hooligans, who were almost unconscious from the freezing, collectively made a difficult movement of rolling their eyes.

"I've called the nearby police and they should be here soon."

Sero hung up the phone in his hand, and said to the side silently.

"Ah."

Boom nodded.

"You wait here for the police to come."

"how about you?"

Sero looked at him puzzled, and then he saw that he took off his coat and covered the drenched young man, and helped him wipe off the rain from his face, Sero was a little unbelievable Eyes wide open.

Why didn't he know when this guy became so gentle.

At the same time, Qiuren was also shocked. He watched the other party take off his coat and put it on him. The coat was still stained with the body temperature of the other party. He saw him stretch out his left hand and touch the dry and warm palm. Looking at his face, Qiu Ren was stunned for a moment by the familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

He wiped the rain off his face and gave him a full-body quick dry as well.

Without looking in the mirror, Qiu Ren knew that all his hair must be blown up.

"I'm going to take him back."

Under the double gaze of Akito and Sero, a certain professional hero said calmly.