Yan Luyi was already tired today, and he lost even more energy as he cried. He lay on the bed for a while, and his consciousness gradually began to slip.
She felt that her bed was getting softer and softer, and as a big living person, she certainly had weight - as the bed became softer, she was affected by gravity, and she gradually sank downwards.
, sinking deeper and deeper.
This bed was like a swamp made of cotton wool, causing her to slowly sink into a very deep place, so deep that she even suspected that she had reached the ground.
When she felt her feet touch the ground, she was already in a long and narrow pipe-shaped space. The surrounding walls were curved, like an extremely huge underground drainage system somewhere.
There was the sound of dripping liquid everywhere, and the strange sounds of unknown animals. There seemed to be light, but it was dim. She had an indescribable sense of familiarity here, and subconsciously felt that she had been here many times. Therefore, she felt that
Neither curious nor afraid of the surrounding scenery, I strode forward along the direction of the extension of the pipe.
The scenes were changing rapidly, and she could feel the wind in her ears. She quickly passed through the tube and arrived at a brightly lit underground building, then walked through a long corridor with a row of overhead lights, and passed through several doors.
She opened the door automatically.
She walked forward, and finally arrived at a dazzling white cabin with a tall mirror embedded in the wall at the end of the cabin.
She walked towards the mirror, and the person in the mirror also walked towards her.
Finally, Yan Lu leaned in front of the mirror and stood still.
The person in the mirror is her, but not her. She is a cool girl, wearing a black outfit, with a bullet belt slung over her shoulder, and a short gun, a saber, a rope, and some other things hanging around her waist.
Her equipment is unrecognizable, capable and domineering, and not bloated at all. Her neutral short hair is dyed dark purple, and under her side-combed bangs, her eyebrows and eyes are carved in the same mold as hers with a curved smile.
The left hand of the person in the mirror is holding a dark gun, while the right hand is stretched out towards her - she wears an armband on her right upper arm, in the shape of a shield, with exquisite lines that shine brightly.
The mirror seemed to turn into water, and was easily penetrated by her hand, turning into waves of ripples.
Yan Luyi couldn't help but raise his hand, trying to hold her, but the moment the two people's fingertips just touched, Yan Luyi suddenly trembled.
woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a dusty ceiling with a bunch of spider webs hanging on it, swaying back and forth due to the wind blowing through the cracks in the window.
Yan Luyi stared at the spider web for a while, and then slowly sat up straight. He saw a mess on the bed, and the sheets were stained with dirt, dirt rubbed off his body, and dirt wiped off his face.
After putting on foundation and lipstick, I was stunned for a moment. I remembered that I didn’t take off my clothes or wash my face last night. I lay on the bed crying and fell asleep.
Yan Lu Yi Zhuo pulled on her shoes, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and came back to change clothes. Only then did she realize that her stockings had been torn on the ground when she fell yesterday. The damage was obvious. She couldn't wear them again and had to throw them away; the sleeves of the dress
There was also a big gash on her upper body, presumably when she fell down and put her arm on the ground to scratch it.
This dress was not cheap when she bought it, and Yan Luyi couldn't help feeling irritated, but then she thought of the cowardly way that the gangster who had plotted evil yesterday was knocked unconscious by her and fell to the ground. She couldn't help but feel proud again, feeling that she was really a big deal.
guy.
Yan Luyi swells up when he is proud, and wants to brag when he is swollen. When he wants to brag, his first thought is to post a message to his circle of friends.
But the idea of an unaccompanied girl walking alone late at night and encountering a robber is a sensitive matter that always arouses people's imagination. I have been using QQ for many years and have added a lot of friends. There are many people there who talk a lot, so I'm not sure what people will say.
Handsome took action to complete the counter-attack. It was hard for me to believe it, let alone those people who were worried about the world being in chaos. In a few days, some mysterious gossip would come out. It was scary to think about it, so I started again.
I dare not post it anymore.
It’s as uncomfortable as having a thing that you can’t brag about, just like having a fart that you can’t let go. How can a living person be choked to death by a fart? Of course, Yan Luyi can’t be choked to death by “being unable to brag”. At that moment, he wanted to log in to QQ with his mobile phone to find some people.
A friend complained about it, but he forgot to charge his phone yesterday, and the battery was running low today, and it automatically shut down as soon as he turned on the screen. Anyway, I had to brag about it, so I had to turn on the computer.
While Yan Luyi was waiting for the computer to start up, he was thinking about who would be more enjoyable to play with first, and finally decided to open several windows together, copy and paste, and play together. Unexpectedly, as soon as he logged in to QQ, he saw the small avatar in the lower right corner flashing.
, someone took the initiative to send a message.
Yan Luyi clicked it without thinking. The message was just one sentence.
"Good skills."
The time of sending was two o'clock in the morning, which was the time when she knocked out the gangster and returned to the rental house.
Yan Luyi was startled, and her thoughts of blowing the whistle suddenly stopped. She hadn't had time to tell anyone in detail about this matter, and judging from the situation around her at that time, no one else should know about it. So who sent the message?
The man's nickname was very strange, "Yao Wan", and his avatar suited the situation perfectly. It was a big pill with red top and white bottom. Yan Luyi muttered, "What the hell is this name?" After thinking about it, he didn't recognize him, so he quickly opened the chat history.
.
It was blank. This person had never exchanged messages with her.
So who is this person?
Yan Luyi thought about it carefully. God knows what happened last night, and he knows it and the bad guy knows it. Could it be that this is the "bad guy" who picked his feet and was knocked unconscious by his own tricks?
But she couldn't come to this conclusion too early. Because logically speaking, even if the bad guy got her QQ and sent her a message, she shouldn't have had this tone. If a normal person was beaten badly, shouldn't he just come up and scold her?
A meal?
So she typed a line: "Who are you?"
The input status there flashed, and soon there was a reply: "A very normal question, but meaningless. I can fabricate who I am at will, but you have no idea whether this is enough to be trusted."
Yan Luyi was stunned for a moment when she received the message. It took her a few seconds to read this convoluted sentence three times before she realized that it was just nonsense. While she was reading, the other party's input status was still there.
Flash by flash, she was obviously typing, so she didn't answer, waiting to see what the person would say next.
The second message sent by Yaowan was another long paragraph: "First of all, I would like to declare to you that I have no malicious intentions and hope to gain some trust from you. Based on this trust, I would like to ask a few questions.
Considering that you fell down on the cement road yesterday and your clothes are likely to be damaged, so if you cooperate with the answer, I will send you a red envelope of 500 yuan, which is twice as much as the same clothing sold in Taobao stores.
price."
Yan Luyi replied decisively: "You can just ask! I will answer whatever you ask, but in order to enhance my trust in you, why don't you send me half of it first, which will be regarded as a deposit?"
The man didn't hesitate at all, he simply replied "Okay" and then sent a QQ red envelope.
Yan Luyi groaned and quickly clicked on it. No more, no less, two hundred and five. She looked at the integer and suddenly felt embarrassed. She seemed to have been scolded. But it seemed that she couldn't blame others?