48 Hours a Day

“Are you going out now? ”

After watching the movie, bedroom chief Wei Jiangyang Gang and his girlfriend floated back to the dorm at 9: 45 p.m., smelling the sour smell of love all over her body, pushed open the door and saw Zhang Heng wearing a sportswear and squatting on the ground to tie her shoes.

“Yeah, there's an event at night. ”

“Event? Is it a date?” Wei Jiangyang's face suddenly revealed a pair of brothers. I understand your mysterious smile.

Chen Huadong, who was drinking Coke and watching the movie, was shocked, "What, Mr. Zhang, isn't it me you like? ”

Ma Wei, the oldest in the bedroom, also put down his English book at this time, couldn't help but say, “Zhang Heng, you have such a good condition, it should be easy to find a girlfriend, still single, I would have thought you were gay if you weren't in your bedroom. ”

Ma Wei's emotions were not without a reason. Four people in the bedroom. His family conditions were his worst. His parents were very honest farmers. In high school, he liked a girl in class, but the emotions were hidden in his heart.

Until the four people outside the dormitory for his birthday in the first semester, the night he drank too much to tell the story. At that time, Zhang Heng knew that the girl and he had taken the same test to study in the same city. Therefore, he held Ma Wei's confession together, but the latter shook his head and refused.

Ma Wei's situation The other three people in the dormitory were aware that he was relying on the national prize to pay tuition fees, alleviate the burden on the family. Usually learning was his hardest. He was in the library every day. The rest of the time, he also worked part-time as a tutor to make money and had no time to fall in love.

However, no one else can help, Ma Wei has a strong sense of self-esteem, works with the dormitory, and everyone else wants to avoid his expenses is rejected by him.

Zhang Heng patted Mawei's shoulder, helpless, “Don't flirt with me. I'm not really dating tonight. I'm not gay, I just haven't met a girl I like. ”

Chen Huadong raised his hand to Coke, "When you encounter him, make sure to open your eyes to see which witch can take our son Cheung. ”

…………

It was easy to deal with the three Guan-eating parties, and when Zhang Heng walked out of the school door, the time had come to 10: 05.

If he hadn't found the numbers on his right arm in the shower, Zhang Heng would even suspect that what happened at the maid's coffee shop this afternoon was just a hallucination.

He asked the lovely maid with the cat's ears, who was sure to go from entering the store to leaving, and he was the only one in that position.

And the handsome maid in charge of mixing drinks said she had only had one taboo love during that time.

“Never question a bartender, because every glass of work is filled with something called love, and it is impossible for a man to forget his love.” The latter is cool.

“ …… ”

For the rest of the store, that conversation a few minutes ago was as if it had never happened.

Speaking of which, the guy in the Tang suit with the hat tie seemed to have mentioned that the meeting was forbidden, but he would solve the problem.

So Zhang Heng guessed that this was probably what he called the solution.

Time callback?

Zhang Heng became more and more curious as to where the guy was sacred. All his abilities seemed to be related to time, but now is not the time to think about this kind of problem, he needs to deal with the upcoming game first.

After leaving the school, he followed the Baidu navigation and took the subway to an industrial area outside the fifth ring before jogging to warm himself up.

At 10: 45, he came outside the bar called Desire City.

This place is a little remote. Zhang Heng saw several little gangsters along the way, smoking cigarettes and gauging him in a disgraceful way, and a few drunk girls in cool clothes squatted beside the street teeth and vomited.

Zhang Heng did not want any trouble, put on the hood after the sportswear and keep passing them at even speeds.

The bar was more lively than he thought.

The Desire City was transformed by an abandoned factory, covering a large area, with rusty factories covered with all kinds of weird shapes of graffiti, and luxury cars and superruns parked in front of the door.

This is the best time in the business of the bar, when the city's young people come from all directions.

Before entering the door, a deafening sound wave came out of the factory building, like trying to tear a man's soul apart. Zhang Heng frowned. Although the uninterrupted guest who drank the same drink as him always stressed that he should not reveal anything. When the game goes deep, he will naturally know everything, but there is still some ambiguous message between the lines.

Either way, his organization should be old enough to be hidden, and they're not the first to play a similar game, yet the world never knew they existed.

This suggests that they are doing a good enough job of secrecy.

But Zhang Heng is now at least 700 or 800 people, his eyes are everywhere with thighs and buttocks, and there are cool laser lights moving with DJ's platter. If the place's so-called dangerous game unfolds here, Zhang Heng dares to bet that the next day the tremors and the pipes are absolutely covered with videos.

So what's wrong with the address?

This is a mistake that the vast majority of people often make, especially given each other's age, and it is not surprising.

At this time, Zhang Heng noticed the shadow in the upper right corner.

Technically, that's not a second floor, it's just a huge container fixed to the west wall by a steel structure, with an iron ladder leading to it, and two strong men in suits with sunglasses standing under it.

Several drunk young men and women appeared to want to run up and play, but were stopped by the two men.

One of the wealthy second generation of the family should be very rich, sprinkled a banknote directly on each other's face, surrounded by people found that the young man spilled a hundred dollar bills, instantly rioted and started stealing.

But those two tough guys didn't react.

The rich second generation was a little angry, throwing the wine in their faces, probably accustomed to arrogance, directly lifting their feet to want to rush up, no one saw what happened the next moment, his body suddenly flied out, crashed several people in a row, and a wine table, eventually bloody and dirty on the ground, life and death unknown.

Several of his companions saw the scene awakened and several men wanted to say a few harsh words, but saw one of the guys slowly wiping his sunglasses and finally shrinking his eggs, lifting an unspoiled rich generation rushing to the parking lot.

When the riots subsided, the others looked at the two strong men with a hint of fear and were afraid to lean this way again.

Zhang Heng waited another five minutes to confirm that nobody was paying any more attention to this side, so he took a deep breath and walked up.

The two strong men in suits looked at him without expression from behind the sunglasses. The look made people feel a chill. Zhang Heng felt he was facing two male lions ready to hunt on the prairie, but his calm worked again. He pulled up his sleeve and revealed the number on his arm.

In the process, he was a little worried. The tragic situation of the rich generation just now is quite memorable. Zhang Heng, although he had previously guessed that the number on his arm was the ticket to the game, did not rule out other possibilities.

Good thing the worst didn't happen, he didn't step into the backdust of the rich second generation, in the air cos human flesh bowling balls.

Half a mile later, the two towers looked like one another, making a silent move, revealing the path behind them.