Chen Chuan took Jiang Hai and Zhu Yiba out to have fun, saying that he wanted to see the characteristics of the minority girls in the southwest.
Before coming, Chen Chuan swore to Yan Chenxi that he would definitely help Jiang Hai investigate and fight against fraud. As a result, during the past few days, he spent the day eating delicious mushrooms outside and at night looking at the pink young ladies everywhere.
Just like Zhu Yiba mocked Chen Chuan, they came here to investigate how to eat, drink and have fun.
However, when Chen Shu saw him saying this, his eyebrows curled up, and he seemed to enjoy it.
Thinking of this, Chen Shu couldn't help but laugh out loud. For some reason, for the first time since the anti-K incident at Qingyue Bridge in Dongzhou, he felt his tense spirit relax a little.
Leaning on the balcony guardrail, enjoying the evening breeze, feeling the coolness of the breeze on my cheeks.
Chen Shu's eyes looked at the sunset that was slowly setting in the distance. The orange-red afterglow shone on the city where colorful neon lights were gradually lighting up. There was a moment of peace. It seemed that something should be over.
The orange-red afterglow suddenly turned into blood!
Just like the throat that was slashed by his hand that night, it sprayed out all over the sky!
Chen Shu was shocked by the sudden change in the scenery. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground. After taking a breath, the scene in front of him returned to normal again.
He touched his nose and wondered if he had eaten too many fungi recently and was hallucinating.
While taking a shower, Chen Shu suddenly felt very scared.
This was the first time he used a knife to kill someone at such a close distance. He could still feel the warm body temperature of the other person's neck with his left hand. In the next second, he drew the dagger across with his right hand.
In the past, we used guns or grenades to kill people from a distance. Without this feeling of direct contact, this was a feeling of fear and panic that I had never experienced before.
At that time, the blood spurted from the neck of the K-molecule splattered half of Chen Shu's body, followed by his blood-soaked eyes, and then the surrounding low walls and concrete floor, filled with blood-red eyes.
The hot water sprayed in the bathroom continued to flow from Chen Shu's head to his hands.
He slowly raised his hands to his eyes and looked at it carefully. For a moment, he felt as if a large amount of blood was flowing out of the nozzle, covering the entire bathroom.
Staggering out of the toilet, Chen Shu sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his stiff face feebly. Chen Shu slowly regained his composure. The feeling just now was like the tide on the seaside. It rose quickly and was as violent as if it was about to submerge the earth.
, it also fades very quickly.
Patting his cheek, Chen Shu laughed at himself: "At least, it didn't affect the common people."
Suddenly, I felt like drinking.
...
bar.
This is a small bar hidden in an alley.
The approximately 100-square-meter store had no resident singers to add to the fun, no butt-twirling atmosphere groups, just some slow light music playing, and four or five people sitting and drinking.
Chen Shu took off his hat and put it on the table. After thinking about it, he put it on his head again.
He ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea and sipped it slowly, remembering that when he was studying, he was coaxed by Chen Chuan to come to a bar for the first time, and it was a clear bar like this.
At that time, I thought that when drinking in a bar, you had to have hard sex to show your true qualities as a man, so you and Chen Chuan drank cocktails as if they were beers, and asked the boss to give you two sets of dice for drinking.
Halfway through the drink, I was confused because all the guests at the surrounding tables had a glass of wine in their hands, unlike him and Chen Chuan, who had almost four or five empty glasses in front of them.
But looking at Chen Chuan, who is known as the little prince of the nightclub, his expression remained unchanged. He even snapped his fingers in a slightly cool manner and signaled to the bartender to add two more cups of Long Island iced tea. With this posture, everything was under control.
Therefore, young Chen Shu thought that it must be their problem that the guests at other tables had fewer glasses of wine, or that they had poor drinking capacity, or that they could not afford to drink. Anyway, it was always their own problem.
However, after sobering up the next day, Chen Shu asked Chen Chuan with doubts and found out that it was also his first time to go to this kind of bar. He thought that drinking in a clear bar should have similar rules to those in a bar.
"It's all a bar anyway, just drink!" Chen Chuan, who sobered up the next day, raised his head slightly and even affirmed with a hint of pride.
However, he later admitted that he did find that everyone else that night was just ordering a drink and sipping slowly. As for why he didn't stop on the spot, it was because he didn't want to show his timidity for the first time in front of the statement, so he drank even more.
Soon.
After all, he brags in front of Chen Shu every day that he is a nightclub expert.
So I hope to get Chen Shu drunk as soon as possible and get away as soon as possible.
Because it would be a shame to stay any longer.
Now that I think about it, it’s fun.
Chen Shu drank it all in one gulp, snapped his fingers, and asked the bartender to fill up a cup of Long Island ice tea.
At this time, a young woman wearing high heels came over, sat next to Chen Shu, leaned sideways on the bar, her long hair covering half of her face, and said softly: "Handsome man, can you buy me a drink?
?”
Although it is autumn now, the woman's clothes are relatively open and quite cool. At this time, she is leaning lazily on the bar, still showing off her round and plump buttocks, as well as her plump buttocks tied up with two ribbons.
A slim waist and graceful back curve.
However, in this place full of alcohol and hormones, no matter how glamorous the beauty is, it can't attract Chen Shu's attention.
There was no self-proclaimed "get out", nor was there any polite refusal like a gentleman. Chen Shu just drank the wine silently, raised his head, and drank another glass.
"Little brother, let's have another cup of Long Island ice tea." Chen Shu snapped his fingers and asked the bartender for another cup with a smile.
Seeing this, the charming woman slapped the table angrily and cursed in a low voice: "You are really mentally ill when you come to a bar to drink like this!"
To be honest, Chen Shu didn't care who she was scolding.
In the middle of the night, Chen Shu, who had drunk to his heart's content, was about to go back to the hotel to sleep. Although the scene of blood spurting that night was still flashing in his mind, his mood was much better.
He felt that he might be used to this kind of mental stimulation, but he was just used to the feeling of a needle pricking his heart.
Death or life, the difference is so huge.
Kunming is indeed known as a pearl in southwest China. Even after midnight, the road is still busy with traffic. Music is coming from the nightclubs on the street, and the neon lights of the surrounding shops are flashing.
The popular food stalls emit tempting aromas, and people gather around happily tasting delicious food, drinking intoxicating drinks, laughing heartily from time to time, and enjoying the relaxation and comfort after get off work.
In addition to these, there are also many young Internet celebrities who wear fashionable clothes, ignore the sideways glances of passers-by while walking on the road, and show off their exaggerated expressions and movements while shouting or dancing, which can be regarded as a phenomenon unique to this era.
Yes, maybe the total number of pedestrians on the entire road is not as much as the number of fans in their live broadcast room. There are no heroic big brothers on the street, and there will be no fans to like and reward, so why do Internet celebrities care?
What about their eyes and opinions?
Even in a small live broadcast room, there may be tens or hundreds of thousands of netizens;
Maybe on a long road, there are only a few hundred people in total.
The small ones are big, the big ones are small, they are all condensed on the mobile phone screen and cannot be understood.
Good and evil, black and white, are all mixed together and cannot be distinguished.