Late at night, half past eleven.

In the suite bedroom of Qin's Hotel, there are two night lights in the corner.

The faint orange light tore through the dark night, and Yan Shiqi lay on the bed without sleep.

Her hand was under the pillow, rubbing against the smooth mirror of her phone.

At nine o'clock, she sent a message to Wen Cheng, but there was no reply.

As the man next to her was asleep, she put her phone on silent mode.

waited a little anxiously, which also caused her to turn on the screen from time to time in the middle of the night, wanting to see if there was any news of her.

Just waited and watched from time to time, and when the time was displayed at eleven o'clock, a WeChat message came from the screen.

Nervousness, anticipation, a mix of emotions.

Yan Shiqi carefully held the mobile phone, adjusted the brightness of the screen to the minimum, opened WeChat and looked, sure enough, it was Wen Cheng.

She was in the mood for a whole night, and slowly fell to the ground.

Wen Cheng's WeChat name is very peculiar: Yi Dead Bird

In WeChat, she replied with a sentence.

Dead Bird: Sorry, I just finished busy.

Yan Shiqi turned over and carefully poked the screen with his mobile phone.

Seventeen: It's okay......

After saying this, she clicked send, and wanted to say something, but after typing a few words, she deleted it again.

That kind of mood is roughly similar to the cowardice of homesickness.

Two people who are obviously so similar inexplicably have the intention of wanting to get close, but they stop moving, for fear of abruptly abrupt each other.

Perhaps, Wen Cheng is also in this mood.

On the chat box of the two people, they both flashed from time to time [the other party is typing ......] Words like that.

After a moment's hesitation, they sent a message at the same time.

Dead Bird: What are you doing?

Seventeen: What are you doing?

……

At the same time, a dilapidated factory on the outskirts of the imperial capital, the surrounding area is desolate and dark, the weeds in the waist are swaying with the wind, and the wind is like a cry, treacherous and terrifying.

This is the site of a glass factory that has been abandoned for many years, located in the wilderness on the outskirts of Beijing, and is inaccessible.

Because of this, in the warehouse of thousands of square meters, it was dominated by Wen Cheng and a few people, and there was a hole in it.

On the first floor of the factory, the smell of all kinds of dust and debris was scattered, broken glass slag, dye-like paint buckets, covered with dust and messy on the ground, and a very old van was also parked at the entrance.

The opposite is the second floor, which is used for living.

Wen Cheng was sitting in her tent at the moment, which was her only home now.

The tents of Xiaoliu and a few others were lined up one after another, and behind the last tent was their 'weapon' depot.

It's a weapon, but it's just a plastic fake gun and a stick and axe.

Wen Cheng, the so-called captain, is actually a professional debt collector who specializes in helping some companies and institutions to collect debts.

She is unemployed and homeless, but she has a knack for judo.

At this moment, it was close to twelve o'clock in the evening, and they had just gone to a villa to collect debts.

Wen Cheng's thin white face was colored, a blood mark was obvious, and the corners of his mouth were also injured.

She was reclining in the tent, with one leg bent, and was holding her phone and looking at the screen.

When she received Yan Shiqi's sentence 'What are you doing', the corners of her bruised mouth inadvertently hooked, although it hurt the injury, but she didn't realize it.

Holding the phone for a few seconds, she still gave a reply.

Dead Bird: Didn't do anything, messaged you.

After finishing the hair, she curled up her fingers, pursed the corners of her lower lip, and added another one.

Dead Bird: Are you free tomorrow? Meet for a coffee?

As soon as the message was sent, Wen Cheng looked at the page and frowned, how could this be like a scumbag's routine......