The gangster with dyed blond hair looked like a teenager and spoke with a thick accent. While shouting, he pushed the two people who were surrounding him away without politeness, leaving only a big middle-aged man in a pink shirt to cross him.
Grab your body and come in.
The thing that the gangster said was "opened" was neither a door, a window nor a bag, but a person.
Specifically, it is a human-shaped object, lying flat on the floor of unknown material, emitting golden light. The light is not dazzling, but it makes people unable to see through the situation inside. If you reach out and touch it, you will feel...
A soft force blocked it, and it couldn't be touched no matter what.
There are several more such objects in the hall.
The so-called "opening" means that the golden light quickly becomes darker and darker until it disappears completely. It is like an invisible hand tearing off the outer packaging of light on a person and erasing it, revealing the person inside. It disappears.
At the same time, a young girl appeared in front of everyone.
She is wearing a pure black gauze dress with a white collar, and her pale skin looks like it has not seen the sun for a long time. She is less than 1.6 meters tall, with slender limbs, delicate facial features, and long eyelashes.
As if immersed in sleep, the girl's face was peaceful. However, only one corner of her mouth was slightly raised, revealing a faintly evil smile.
The girl was innocent, stunning, and unprepared, which made the young and restless Ma Zai look straight at her. The Adam's apple that had just begun to develop kept moving up and down as he swallowed.
Even the middle-aged man who had been there couldn't help but lick his lips when he looked at this face, and couldn't help but put his head over, almost touching the girl's face.
Under his open collar and short-sleeved cuffs, the colorful tattoos that covered at least the entire upper body were exposed. A pair of ordinary-looking eyes were narrowed dangerously, not showing any affectation at all. Compared with the ruffian outfit,
, this tattooed man's eyes showed an unusual vigilance that didn't match his appearance, like traces left by the years.
When Qu Yun opened her eyes, she saw exactly this scene.
The big face stuck in front of her was obviously not a kind person, and anyone who woke up and saw such a scene would not be able to calm down. However, she neither screamed like an ordinary weak girl, nor was she frightened to attack, but just opened her eyes slightly,
Breathing a little faster.
It was only slightly widened, but it was quite obvious because the eyes were originally huge. Even though the eyes were as calm as a mirror of lake water, everyone could still feel the girl's uneasiness. If it weren't for the current situation where everyone is in danger, she would be
The protective desire aroused makes people even unable to bear to look away.
Even the evil-looking tattooed man could not help but stand up a little embarrassed when he saw such a pair of bright eyes. Then he turned his face away as if to cover up his gaffe, and whistled angrily: "Hey~ Beauty
ah."
There was no panic or anger when others "opened" it, and Qu Yun's slightly surprised expression naturally subsided.
The moment the tattooed man turned his face away, she curled up her hair with one finger, causing her facial muscles to change slightly as she usually did when she woke up.
In an instant, completely different emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were naturally revealed one after another. With the slightest expression in the corners of the eyes, completely different faces appeared one after another without any gaps.
This is a game that Qu Yun has played with herself since she was a child, and now she has become very good at it. It is not a convenient mask to communicate with others, it is just a game. And the opponent she plays with will always be only herself. It was like this before, and it will be the same in the future.
At first glance, she felt that the tattooed man in front of her was completely unruly in his behavior. He obviously did not look like a serious person, but he was definitely not the kind of little guy who would go out on the street with a machete.
"Three-quarters of a d?"
I don’t know whether it was a clever maneuver or a cold neglect. The teasing that could scare so many little girls to tears was just ignored by Qu Yun. She sat up as she spoke and looked around the hall.
The tattooed man was confused: "What the hell?"
"It's okay. I was thinking about the pitch you just played. It's an occupational disease." Qu Yun answered in a very soft voice, like the overtones of a flute. It had a bit of royal elegance, but there was also a hint of indifference. No matter what you were busy with, as long as you heard the clear
People will instinctively distinguish the pitch of music. This is caused by the crammed absolute pitch training since childhood.
"Hey, you're a talented girl. Come and have a drink with me." The tattooed man's words were full of arrogance, his eyebrows were squeezed together, showing a trace of evil. He didn't turn around, thinking he was handsome and using his big
He pointed his thumb at the open door behind him, which had a big word "LU" on it.
Between the lines, there was ruffianism everywhere, but Qu Yun smelled a hint of the same kind of atmosphere. Of course it was not from ruffianism, but a smell that had so many masks that no one, not even herself, could find the face that truly belonged to her.
.
"A junior high school student? To encounter such a thing at such a young age, tsk tsk tsk..."
The metal door that surrounded the hall, with the big word "五" written on it, opened upward silently, and the man who walked out shook his head and said.
This man was wearing a suit, carrying a briefcase and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed like a white-collar executive. Behind him was a little boy, also wearing glasses. His hair was neatly parted, he was in a neat school uniform, and he even carried a spotless schoolbag.
...a typical good student.
Briefcase looked at Qu Yun, saying he was disgusted, but actually he was trying to save the situation. Even the little boy behind him showed a hint of intimacy towards Qu Yun.
"Nineteen years old, sophomore." When Qu Yun spoke to the briefcase, she did not have the cold face before, but a sweet smile. She was as charming as a young girl but still young.
What he said was true, but everyone was stunned for a moment. Well, if you look closely, it's not impossible, but the skinny, fair and tender appearance coupled with a pair of big eyes is really deceiving.
But the tattooed man smiled strangely and said: "That's even better, she's a legal lolita. Come on, let's get to know each other."
Reluctantly facing the tattooed man, the briefcase yelled loudly: "Shut up! You've been kidnapped and you still haven't changed your mind! Do you still want to escape? I don't believe your family can produce this kind of skill..."
..." Zi Guzi was suddenly startled as he was talking about the briefcase. His eyes glanced around the tattooed man in a panic. He took a step back warily and said, "No way. Could it be that you are the kidnapper?"
"You kidnap your grandma. If my eldest brother were the kidnapper, your fucking pretty face would have been hanged up and chopped off. You look like a hard-working jobber... Who the hell dares to kidnap my eldest brother? Your brain must have been shut down!"
Ma Zai, who speaks a dialect, immediately became anxious when he heard that the briefcase dared to doubt his elder brother. He showed his teeth and claws in a funny way, and looked like a bad actor, with a nervous expression all over his body. Qu Yun could tell that he was actually still
Afraid. It was precisely because of fear that I hurriedly stood in line, fearing that the boss would abandon me and escape.
Turning to the bluffing Ma Zai with interest, Qu Yun turned her attention to the tattooed man. The object of caution in his sophisticated eyes actually included this little gangster. It was obvious that the two did not know each other at first. However, it was just
After a slight hesitation, the tattooed man narrowed his eyes and immediately answered:
"That's good. I'll protect you here. When you get out, if you... hang out with me, I'll definitely be able to stand up to you."
I almost said my name after the word "I" smoothly, but suddenly a certain warning nerve was triggered, and I cleverly avoided it.