48 Hours a Day

By the beach at night, there was no one there but the noise of running water.

Zhang Heng hit the flashlight and lowered his head in search of something. After that, he didn't know why. Suddenly there was a fog on the river, and his gaze became blurred. Zhang Heng felt the [filter lens] in his pocket at the first moment.

However, [Filter Lenses], which had previously played a large role in several copies, failed unexpectedly this time.

Zhang Heng's gaze still can't get through the fog.

Aware of the danger, he began to retreat towards the car's position.

But without taking a few steps, the inexplicable fog began to dissipate again.

Zhang Heng raised his head and saw the “man” standing on the river embankment full of dense numbness. Together, they bowed their heads, grinned at him and smiled silently. His eyes were like measuring the food on a plate.

The next moment Zhang Heng opened his eyes and saw the alarm on the table, pointing to 00: 36.

Two hours ago, he had just copied his homework, leaned on the chair and wanted to rest, but he didn't expect to sleep directly in the past, and had a dream of being surrounded by those things.

Zhang Heng wondered if it was because he heard Paqing talk about her family at noon. He began to realize that the infiltration of those things into human society might be more serious than he thought. If left alone, maybe in a while, they could quietly control the whole society and then silently extinguish all human beings.

Good thing this is just something that happens in the copy.

Zhang Heng got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth as well.

He was going to go to the beach again tonight, but I wonder if Zhang Heng hesitated or gave up because of that dream just now. He hasn't had much to gain for two nights in a row of searches, and should probably consider a different idea.

Besides that, he needs to get some more money.

Relying on high school students for a small amount of money, even burgers ask for girls, basically nothing can be done. In fact, in modern society, the vast majority of things can be solved through money, and having sufficient funds can speed up the efficiency of the investigation.

This copy of him is at least a "rebirth”. Back in high school from college, Zhang Heng thought about how ordinary reborns make money.

Turns out that the tricks commonly used in the novel movies don't seem to work themselves out. The lottery doesn't need to think about anything. He never paid attention to this matter. He didn't have the energy or time to start a business, and the same thing happened to equities. And even if you know his market trends, you need enough start-up capital and enough patience.

So after a look, Zhang Heng discovered that he still had to rework his old business.

He changed his usual clothes and then borrowed them again from his grandfather.

Zhang Heng had been careful driving out late at night several times before. When he returned, he not only put the car back in place, but also carefully tidied the cushions and floor mats inside and cleaned up the dirt brought back from the river beach, but he could not solve the problem of gasoline consumption.

Grandpa didn't necessarily notice it twice at a time, but after a long time, the latter would definitely find an anomaly in the oil meter.

Of course, it's still money, it's really easy to solve, just buy two barrels of gasoline and add it anytime.

Zhang Heng opened the volkswagen to the elevated position, and went south all the way up to the new district.

In fact, the new district is similar to Haunted City. The city's leaders announced with pride that they were going to build an Oriental Manhattan, but half the people were transferred as soon as the grand blueprint was rolled out. The new leadership did not know why, and did not seem to want to push the project forward, so now the new district is basically vacant and occupancy rate is low.

Zhang Heng could feel it from the elevation. There are almost no other vehicles nearby, and the upper floors of the surrounding neighborhood appear to be painted black.

Zhang Heng slowed down and, according to the story in his memory, finally found the owner after a half-circle.

Unlike other places, the atmosphere is quite lively in this street. It is already early in the morning, there are still many people, men and women, and there are no fewer than ten luxury car modification vehicles parked there.

Zhang Hengmei was relieved, his biggest concern was that the group were not in the copy, or that they were not out for the party tonight.

They are all people in a modified car club, basically rich generations who do business at home, and naturally turn to the pursuit of excitement when their rich material lives are no longer enough for them.

So basically every week, we would meet up in the new district to rush, and the rush was actually a year and a half. During that time, some people went abroad to study, some people failed to quit, and some people added fresh blood.

Because there was no one on this side of the new district, and the families of some of them did have a lot to do with it, and nobody cared about them until they went out in a car accident, and when they were driving, a Porsche collided with a Mercedes-Benz accident, because the speed caused Porsche's driver to die so quickly that it was stabbed out.

Zhang Heng didn't have too much disgust about these people. After all, it was their own people who died in a hurry, and they didn't hurt the passers-by, and they picked a new neighborhood where nobody was there, and they couldn't talk about disturbing the people. Compared to some sand sculptures in the mess with the street, it's still a lot better. Of course, whether it's illegal or illegal.

They were nervous when they saw the public on the other side of the street.

One of the kids, who looked very young, was probably the most arrogant one after zero, and slowly drove in front of the public, “What are you looking at? Get lost! ”

Others didn't say anything, but it was obvious in their eyes that the public didn't leave, but stopped right next to them. As the windows shook down, the people at the car club also saw the people in the driver's seat.

Unexpectedly, there's a teenager about the size of a zero kid sitting inside.

Zhang Heng is familiar with this situation. Although everyone is now staring at him with hostility, he does not reveal any fear like ordinary people, but rather opens his mouth and says, "Race? ”

“It's none of your business.” A young man sitting on a 911 hood smoking a cigarette said, "He's the only one without a date tonight, and it looks like he's the head of the group.

“It's always so boring to play by yourself, take me with you.” Zhang Hengdao.

His voice didn't go down, and there was a laugh around him.

One of the girls with a duck tongue hat in a strap laughed the most exaggerated, tears covered in her stomach were almost laughing, “Are you kidding me, little brother, is this your car? ”