In the dark basement, it was very quiet, only the sound of "ticking and ticking" water could be heard, maybe a certain faucet was not tightened, or it could be that the water pipe in the wall was cracked, take a deep breath, the moldy air was a little moist.

A lamp hanging from the ceiling, dimly lit.

There was no wallpaper on the walls, no floors on the floor, all a layer of cement, and under a wooden-framed bed were bottles and cans with labels of various brands of beer, and a few bottles had a fifth left left, mixed with the musty smell.

On the bed, there was a man, curled up, shivering, pale, and a fine layer of sweat on his head, like the layer that evaporates on the lid of a pot when water boils.

As if in a semi-comatose state, he opened his mouth and called out a girl's name.

His face was full of pain.

Even in this state, he still has a sword by his side, as if only in this way can he have a sense of security.

Suddenly.

He sat up from his bed.

There was still fear in his eyes, but when his hand was on the sword, the fear in his eyes instantly dissipated, and only resentment remained.

He struggled and got up from the bed, his legs still shaking, as if it took a great deal of strength to support this body.

He stumbled, walked to the table, stretched out his hand and picked up the glass placed on it, the water in it looked a little muddy, I don't know how long it had been placed, but now he seemed to be unable to care about it, and decisively poured the water into his throat.

Putting down the cup, he propped himself up on the table with both hands, gasping heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

The table was also covered with a layer of dust, but only a picture frame placed on the table was still spotless.

The girl in the photo, wearing a white dress, looks sweet, tilts her head slightly, and puts her hands on her forehead as if to block the sun, and her pure smile is very infectious.

The man was pale and his lips were chapped, but he still grinned and laughed far-fetched.

He reached out and picked up the frame.

Through that layer of glass, I kissed it lightly on the photo.

Immediately afterward, his face changed again.

One hand, covering the chest.

The trembling of the body sped up a little.

The energy in the body, like water in a pond, is rapidly draining.

"Click".

The photo frame in his hand fell to the ground, a layer of glass on it was torn apart, and the man's body fell with a bang, making a loud "bang......

The world is spinning......

When the man opened his eyes again, he found that his environment had changed a lot.

Forbidden chandeliers, fluffy bedding, and the smell of detergent.

He sat up abruptly from the bed and was relieved to find that the sword was still by his side.

With a "click", the door was suddenly pushed open.

Gao Ge, dressed in a nightgown, waved at him, and in the other hand held a steaming cup of coffee.

"Awake?"

Seeing Gao Ge, the man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly grabbed towards his sword.

"Alright, if I really wanted to kill you, you would be dead. "Gao Ge didn't have a good airway.

The man still held the sword in his hand tightly, but after thinking about it, he felt that what Gao Ge said was right.

In his previous situation, if the other party had murderous intentions, he should have been pushed to the crematorium by now.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Gao Ge, Gao Ge. After Gao Ge finished speaking, he took a sip of coffee and slurped, feeling that he might have been fooled, and the hotel waiter also said that this was cat poop coffee, hehe, obviously there was no cat poop smell at all.

"How did I end up here?"

"Is there still a place where you used to live?" Gao Ge asked.

The man didn't speak again.

"Your name is Mo Ran, right?"

"Hmm. ”

Gao Ge pulled a chair and sat down, put the coffee on the glass table at hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "You've been hiding in that basement?"

"How did you find me?"

"What a friend of yours told me, a man named Xiao Jin, is your former colleague in the bar, but he resigned a long time ago, and I finally found it, because the basement was subleased to you by him, but I think you may have been cheated, because he rented it for only 600 yuan a month, and subleased it to you for 800, are you stupid?"

"......" Mo Ran's heart twitched.

Is this person so talking?

"You want to kill that wise duo, don't you?"

Mo Ran's face was dazed.

Gao Ge patted his head: "It's Liu Rui, Song Zhi." ”

Hearing these two names, Mo Ran's eyes were red, and the hand holding the long sword kept trembling.

"You were shaking when you slept, and now you're shaking, Parkinson's?"

Mo Ran roared angrily: "Why do you want to save him!"

"Because my mission is to kill you, or take you away. Gao Ge said calmly, "You have caused a lot of trouble to our stable and harmonious society, haven't you realized it yourself?"

"You're a cop?"

"No, I'm a bit more senior than a police officer. Anyway, there is no one else now, Gao Ge naturally brags shamelessly, revealing a mysterious aura all over his body.

"I can't die right now. Mo Ran said.

"Your girlfriend ......"

"Shut up!" Mo Ran raised his voice again, and then hugged his head again, looking like he was in pain.

Actually, what the hell is going on, Gao Ge can guess one or nine according to the information.

So now Mo Ran's reaction is so intense, which is expected.

Gao Ge sighed, took another sip of coffee, and still didn't drink the taste of cat, and couldn't help but complain, if Xia Lu was here, he would definitely say: You drink Blue Mountain coffee, can you still have the taste of tree branches?

Thankfully, no!

"You can kill Liu Rui, Song Zhi, but have you ever thought about what will happen to you?"

"As long as they die, what if I die?!"

Okay! This dude is already on top.

In fact, it is normal to think about it.

If it were him, the reaction might have been a little more intense than his.

Gao Ge is not a good person, but he is definitely not a bad person.

He has no principles, otherwise he would not have saved Mo Ran while collecting money from the Liu family.

The power of the stars in Mo Randu's body before has caused a certain amount of consumption, but it will take some time to fully recover.

He is willing to look at the problem from Mo Ran's point of view.

One thing, wrong is wrong, right is right.

People live in this world, and if they do something wrong, they must be punished.

If there really is one day, there will be no evil retribution, no good retribution, and no hell in death.

How terrible is this world?

Speaking of which,

The doorbell rang.

Gao Ge frowned, took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Standing at the door, he shook his fist at Mo Ran, telling him in this way: Get ready for battle!

Mo Ran was stunned, and also shook his fist at Gao Ge, and then hammered his chest, like a hip-hop singer.

Gao Ge: "???"