On this day, two strange young people came to the downstairs of the Black Cat Bar. They held a photo and an address in their hands. They walked around twice under Mr. Mao's office, and then looked around his broken Honda.
Watch again.
"Isn't he a doctor? Why does he live in a detective agency?" asked the younger one.
Another person replied: "That was nearly seven years ago, maybe he changed careers."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Probably not. You saw the car parked downstairs, and there aren't many people named Gu Chen."
The two looked at each other and knocked on the door of Mr. Cat's shabby office.
"Please come in."
When they opened the door, they saw only three words: dirty and messy.
The older one said: "Hello, we are looking for Mr. Gu Chen."
"Have you made a reservation?"
The man was stunned by what he said. How can you make a reservation for only one person in this crappy place like yours? He could only say truthfully: "No..."
"Are you here to collect a debt?"
"no……"
"Then I am Gu Chen."
The two young men looked at each other, and the older one continued: "Let me introduce myself. I am Song Wen, the captain of the REDMOON team in the north of the city. This is our driver Xiao Peng. I want to ask you for a favor this time."
Master Mao had not raised his head to glance at them since they entered the door, but at this moment he deliberately peeked his head out from behind the newspaper and looked at the two people: "How did you find this place?"
Song Wen did not answer his question, but said: "About six years ago, there was a night downhill race on Dongming Mountain in the south. A man named Gu Chen drove a car with only 1.8L
The Honda CE defeated the BMW M5 driven by our team's Konishi, no...actually it should be said to be the M8. From then on, Konishi-senpai really fell like his nickname "Meteor", never picked up again, and finally quit.
Entered the amateur drag racing circle. And that game also became a legend in the circle. A mysterious racer suddenly appeared and used an ordinary civilian car to kill a world-class supercar, and his opponent was a well-known driver of our REDMOON team...
"
"You got the wrong person." Mr. Cat directly interrupted Song Wen's narration. He was not interested in drag racing to begin with. That race was also conducted to track down ghosts.
Based on the attitudes, words and deeds of these two people, we can basically deduce the purpose of their trip, so Master Mao didn't want to hear their requests and directly denied his identity.
Xiao Peng shrugged: "I just said it was a mistake." He turned around and opened the door to leave.
But Song Wen stood still, staring at Mr. Cat with his eyes fixed on him, without any intention of moving: "This is a challenge from a foreign team, and it is related to the honor of our Chinese drag racing family. Although we are only amateurs,
Losing to foreigners on our own land is something our pride cannot allow. Including a few people from our team, the best amateur drivers from all over the country will participate. If we can get your help..."
"I told you that you got the wrong person..." Master Mao continued to insist on his argument.
"Really... I just saw your car. It has actually been adjusted and modified. Although it is not intended to look like a racing car, it still has a faint smell, and some of them have only appeared in recent years.
New technologies are being used on it, so you’re probably not really not interested at all, right?
Since there is such good technology, why not use it where it should be used? Even a knight who lives aloof from the world and hides in the city, there is a time when it is time to take action..."
Mr. Cat was silent for a few seconds: "Ah... I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about at all. If it's okay, I won't send it away."
Xiao Peng next to him seemed to be a little angry: "Captain, you don't have to go to this step. Even if the person six years ago was really him, I don't think he might be some legendary racing master. There might be some other reason why he was there."
He will win, he is simply afraid now!"
Song Wen took out a card, wrote something on it, and put it on the coffee table: "The venue of this competition is also in Dongming Mountain. I have written the competition time and my contact information on it."
After doing everything they could, Song Wen and Xiao Peng left Mao Ye's office.
As soon as he came downstairs, Xiao Peng said unhappily: "Captain, this doesn't look like you. You are Song Wen, who is famous all over the country. Why do you need to ask such an unknown person?"
Song Wen took out a cigarette: "Intuition... I can feel that this man is indeed the super master we are looking for. Moreover, this competition, even I... feel that there is a lot of danger..."
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Wang Xuela came to a building to the west of the school with a long face. This is where he took the entrance exam. In fact, this place is idle most of the year, so the classroom is often used to pile up some debris.
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Yan Li's revenge has been delayed, but the shadow hanging over Wang Xu's heart has always been lingering. He always feels that he is under some kind of threat at all times. As the saying goes, he can't live in fear...
"Ah... Really, I have become a porter responsible for running errands... I pile all the props that I don't usually use in such a far place, completely ignoring other people's feelings..." He complained as he walked up
Top floor.
Wang Xu took out a large cardboard box from a dusty classroom with the words Drama Club written on it in a signal pen. He didn't bother to open it and read it, so he simply found a rope nearby and prepared to tie it to the back of his bicycle.
Drag them back together.
Just as he was passing through the corridor on the first floor, a strange feeling suddenly came over him, and he remembered something in a daze.
In my memory, there seems to be a figure of a woman. She is standing at the other end of the corridor, with the sun shining on her shoulders. She lowers her head and pulls the corner of her clothes. Her cheeks are red, panting, and her chest is heaving. She looks like a shy fairy.
It's so fascinating.
Wang Xu stood there blankly. He didn't know how long he had stood like this. The woman's face in front of him was still blurry, as if there was a layer of mist forever between her and Wang Xu, making it impossible for Wang Xu to see clearly.
The way she looks.
"Hey." The woman in front of me spoke.
Wang Xu was startled, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream, and then he saw clearly that Yan Li was standing in front of him, with the usual arrogance and indifference on his face.
"What were you doing just now?"
"Hmm... I seem to have fallen asleep standing up."
"You have been gone for thirty minutes and you are standing here in a daze? Do you know that many things cannot continue unless the props are moved back? Everyone is waiting for you."
Wang Xu was still reminiscing about the scene he had just seen, and did not take in what Yan Li said at all. He just said "oh", then walked past the beautiful woman and continued to do his own thing.
Yan Li looked at Wang Xu's back thoughtfully. She seemed to have caught some inspiration, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Wang Xu had no idea that he was about to face a huge crisis, and the person who brought him all this was not those powerful ghosts and monsters, but just a woman without any spiritual consciousness, Yan Li.
