The five people started discussing and analyzing on the spot.

Wang Quan listened with great interest.

These people "conspired loudly" in front of me. If the scene wasn't weird, it would be really funny.

But what is the situation with Miss An? Is she my blind date this time?

If so......

Wang Quan grinned.

He remembered clearly that the matching partner displayed on the blind date app was "Rakshasa Bird".

Originally he thought it was a person, and the ID might be someone else's name on the website.

But as soon as they matched, they came to this strange "Devil City of the Republic of China"...

Ninety-eight percent of the time there is a problem with the matching object.

After discussing for a long time, several people finally reached an agreement, that is, no matter what, we must first find the location of the An's Mansion.

At this moment, Feng Lang, who was good at observing in secret, found that the newcomer Wangchuan's face was not very good-looking and he had been silent, so he asked: "Wangchuan, what's wrong?"

Wangchuan's face turned pale. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Feng, this is Nanjing Road, right?"

"That's right." Feng Lang's heart moved and he frowned, "What did you find?"

After saying this, the gambler and the other four people instantly stood in a ring outside, and several of them even took out firearms they didn't know where to be on guard.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

There is no one on the street at night, and the restaurants and teahouses on both sides of the road are also closed.

Except for the seven of them, there was no one else on the street.

Everything looks normal.

While they continued to be on guard, they glanced at Wangchuan from the corners of their eyes.

Seeing several people looking over, Wangchuan became more and more nervous. He swallowed, his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he even spoke in a crying tone:

"Feng...Brother Feng, I have been fond of the Republic of China since I was a child, and I know the history of this period very well..."

Feng Lang also took out his TAR-21 and stood next to Wang Quan to protect him, and asked: "So? What do you want to say?"

"Nanjing Road is the earliest commercial street built after the opening of the city. The entertainment industry here is particularly developed and it is also the most prosperous street, especially at night...it should be crowded with people and brightly lit, and people are everywhere looking for fun.

people......"

Wangchuan's lips began to turn white. In order to overcome the fear in his heart, he even shouted, "But why is it only after nine o'clock in the evening? There is not a single store open and no one here!"

Feng Lang and others were startled, then cold sweat broke out on their foreheads and their backs became cold!

Yes, this all looks normal.

But they know that this is the most difficult task in the world!

This situation that looks normal but is actually not normal at all...is the weirdest thing!

Why...are these nightclubs not open?

Why...there's no one on the street?

Several people were alert to the highest level, but after waiting for a long time, there was still nothing.

But the calmer it becomes, the more fear grows in the hearts of the six people.

It seemed that in the darkness beyond the reach of the street lights in the distance, some invisible terror was slowly approaching.

Wang Quan also had goosebumps all over his body.

He didn't feel it at first, but now he feels a little fuzzy.

The expressions of these guys... are so immersive!

The scariest thing is actually scaring yourself.

Just when he was about to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, a soft and gentle female voice with a light voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Sir, please close your eyes and count three hundred times before opening them again~~"

This tone of voice was light and airy, as if a clear spring poured into Wang Quan's heart, instantly calming down his originally nervous mood.

He subconsciously closed his eyes and began to count silently.

At the same time, it started to fog.

What was originally a light white mist slowly turned into a gray-white thick mist that filled the entire space.

Feng Lang and others were on guard back to back. The surroundings were filled with thick fog, and they could barely see within five meters.

At some point, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded around.

The next moment, several people's eyes widened.

I saw countless figures emerging from the thick fog and walking quietly past.

Feng Lang and others did not dare to move.

From time to time, someone comes within five meters, and they can see clearly...

These are all "people", there are men in suits, women in cheongsam, old people, children...

They have two things in common.

Poker face.

There were no eyeballs where the two eyes were originally, only two empty eye sockets, with bright red blood flowing outward from the eye sockets, like two bloody tears.

When the footsteps gradually disappeared, the countless figures gradually disappeared. Before a few people could relax, the sound of wheels rolling across the ground came from far away and came closer.

At the same time, there was a burst of melodious music and singing:

"I'm waiting for you to come back~ I'm waiting for you to come back~ I'm thinking of you coming back~ I'm thinking of you coming back..."

The next moment, a rickshaw flashed past several people's faces, and then disappeared into the thick fog.

At that moment, they all saw it clearly.

The cart was pulled by a man in a short coat. His complexion was black and swollen, and his eyes also had no eyeballs.

Sitting in the car was a woman wearing a black and red sleeveless cheongsam.

The folding fan in her hand covered the lower half of her face. Her eyeballs were blood red and the whites of her eyes were pure black.

The moment she passed by, she seemed to glance this way.

Or maybe it's just an illusion.

The thick fog dissipated, and everyone was startled by the sudden noise of people around them.

Feasting lights, flashing neon lights, people coming and going, sensual dogs and horses...

This is Nanjing Road in the Magic City. It is the first commercial street built after the opening of the Magic City and is also the most prosperous commercial street.

Feng Lang and others breathed a long sigh of relief, and Wangchuan even sat down on the ground and panted wildly.

The gamblers took a few breaths, took out seven cigarettes from their pockets, and smoked one each.

When he got to the last one, he was startled, and then his expression changed:

"Where is Wang Quan?!"

The other five people suddenly looked up and were shocked to find that at some point, Wang Quan was no longer here.

............

"298,299,300."

After counting three hundred times in his heart, Wang Quan opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he was faced with a pair of red phoenix eyes that were as gentle as water.

"An Wanying, you can call me Miss An~"
Chapter completed!