Wei Taiqiang, an e-sports tycoon from Xuanwu Kingdom, said: "You must relax, you should focus on how to deal with the e-sports competition and the e-sports live broadcast, and you should not worry about other miscellaneous matters." ”

E-sports player Huang Heng said: "I want to do it too, but I can't help myself. ”

Wei Taiqiang said: "Since I have invested in you and valued you, I will help you settle things, and I will support you to the end." You don't have to worry about this, you can rest assured. ”

That Wei Taiqiang is a smart person, he knows that Huang Heng can't live that confused life like this forever, he will live and understand one day, in fact, this day will come soon.

When Huang Heng understood, he immediately began to kill all sides in the e-sports circle.

This is what he has always wanted to do, and it is exactly what he should do.

Wei Taiqiang said: "You don't have to worry about other problems, I will help you deal with them." You just need to live your own life, play a good e-sports game, do a good job of e-sports live broadcast, you can make a lot of money, in this society, there are many people who are naturally suitable for playing e-sports, you can get a lot of e-sports bonuses through your own ability, so that you can enjoy it. ”

Huang Heng said: "Okay, I must seize the opportunity and succeed." ”

At seven o'clock, the rain stopped for a while. But the water in the ditch still overflowed. In Sisanta Monica, the pavement was so watery that it reached the edge of the road, and even the sidewalk was covered with a thin layer of water. A traffic policeman dressed in a shiny rubber raincoat waded through the water and walked out of the drenched shack. My rubber rain boots slid back and forth on the road, and as I walked, I turned a corner and walked into the narrow foyer of the Fulweed Building. A lone lamp lit in the tight back of the foyer, illuminating the once-gold-plated elevator hall. The elevator door was open, and a scruffy spittoon sat on a tattered rubber mat. A large glass box hung on the dark yellow wall, filled with dentures, like a large gate box hanging from a porch. I shook the rain off my hat and looked at a sign next to the denture box: it had the names and room numbers of the tenants in the building. Many numbers have names written after them, and many are not. Either there are a large number of empty rooms or a large number of tenants who don't want others to know that they live here. Doctors who treat teeth with painless treatments; detective agency; small businesses with light business waiting to close; Correspondence schools – teach you how to become a railroad clerk, radio technician or film script writer – if postal inspectors don't force them out of business first because they miss postage. It's a dirty, dilapidated building. In this building, the stale cigar butts are probably the cleanest of all smells.

An old man was napping on a rickety stool in the elevator, with a tattered mat sitting underneath his buttocks. His mouth was open, and the veins on his head glistened in the dim light. He wore a blue uniform jacket, loose and swaying, and his body was tethered inside like a horse in a stable. Beneath the jacket were frayed gray trousers, white socks and black leather shoes on the feet, one of which had a cut next to the big toe. He sat on a stool in an uncomfortable position, napping while waiting for the elevator rider. The eerie atmosphere in the building told me to creep past him. I found the Taiping Gate and pulled it open. The firestroom hadn't been cleaned for a month, and the homeless had slept and eaten in it, leaving behind scraps of food, oil-stained newspapers, scraps of matchsticks, and an empty torn wallet. In a dark corner with scribbles on the wall, a milky white eraser condom was thrown, and no one paid attention. This building is really complete!

I walked up to the fourth floor and hurriedly took two breaths. The hall was filled with equally tattered leather cushions and dirty spittoons, and the walls were equally dark yellow, all of which had the same dirty, tattered feel. I walked down the hallway, turning around a corner, the word. The second door, the third door also have the same words on it. A room with no lights on the door says "Entrance".

Above the door with lights at the back, a glass window opens. Cao Jiao's crisp and shrill voice like a bird's cry came from inside, and he was saying, "Yun Mengjie? …… Yes, I've seen you somewhere. Of course. ”

I froze.

Another voice was also speaking, a low hum, like a small motor spinning behind a brick wall. The voice said, "I think you'll remember." The voice sounded sinister and cunning.

A chair rubbed against the lacquered carpet, followed by footsteps, and the air window above me slammed shut. Behind the frosted glass, a figure blurred.

With a slight push, the door was locked. The door was very loose in the jamb, apparently some years old. Maybe it's because the wood used to make the door hasn't dried out, and it's shrunk a little now. I pulled out my wallet and ripped off the thick, stiff piece of clear plastic embedded in my driver's license. It is a tool of theft that is ignored by law and not prohibited. I put on my gloves and gently pushed my body against the door as if caressing, twisting the doorknob in the opposite direction to the door frame, then shoved the plastic sheet into the crack of the door that had been pushed open, and found the bevel of the lock. There was a click, as crisp as a piece of ice shattering. I stuck motionless against the door, like a fish lazily floating in the water. There was no movement in the house. I twisted the doorknob and pushed it open into the darkness. Entering the room, I closed the door again as lightly as I did when I opened it.

Street lights shine through a window without curtains, forming a rectangle. The rectangle is blackened by the corner of a desk. A typewriter with a hood faintly visible on the table, followed by a metal handle on a door leading to the next room. The door was unlocked, and I walked through it into the second office. Suddenly the rain was pounding on the closed windows. I walked to the other end of the room under the cover of the rain. The door to the office with the lights on was exposed, and a narrow, fan-shaped light shone through the slit. That's exactly what I need.

I crept to the hinged side behind the door like a cat walking on a mantelpiece, and put my eyes on the crack in the door. But I couldn't see anything but the light that hit the wooden edges.

The buzzing voice was saying in a very pleasant voice, "Of course, a man can easily mess up what another person has done, if he knows what that person is doing." So you've met the detective? Hmph, you're doing something wrong. Tutu Bridge doesn't like that. The detective told Tu Tu Qiao that someone was following him in a grey Plymouth. Tu Tuqiao naturally wanted to know who this was and why he did it. Got it? ”

Cao Jiao smiled lightly: "What is he doing here?" ”

"What's in it for you to do that?"

"You know what I went to that detective for. I've already told you about it. For the sake of Brody's girl. She had to leave here, her soul was almost gone. She calculates that the detective might give her some money. I don't have any of them. "Doesn't these things have anything to do with Tutu Bridge?"

"What does it matter to tell me?"

"Where is this Cao Wangrong?"

"I can't tell."

"You have to tell me, little man. Is it here, or in the house behind where the young man is gambling for a little money? ”

"She's my girl now, Yun Mengjie. Whatever happens, I can't let her be unlucky for me. ”

A moment of silence followed. I listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the window. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the crack in the door, and I wanted to cough, so I had to bite the handkerchief hard.

The buzzing voice returned to a kind tone and said, "As far as I know, this yellow-haired girl is nothing more than Geiger's accomplices. I'm going to tell Tutuqiao about this. How much did you knock that detective for? ”

"Two hundred."

"Got it?"

Cao Jiao smiled again: "I'll see him tomorrow." I'm still hopeful. ”

"Where is Cao Wangrong?"

"Listen to me—"

"Where is Cao Wangrong?"

Silence –

"Look at this, little man."

I didn't move. I didn't have a pistol with me. I didn't need to look through the crack in the door to know that this buzzing sound made Cao Jiao see nothing more than a pistol. But I don't think Mr. Yun Mengjie will make any further moves except to show the gun. I waited.

"I'm watching." Cao Jiao said, his voice in his mouth, as if he couldn't squeeze it out between his teeth, "And what I'm seeing isn't anything new." Shoot and see what you can do you. "Yay. Let's make a decision. Is there alcohol? The buzz began to become as false as a waitress's eyelashes, as sleek as a watermelon seed.

A drawer was pulled open. Something bumped into the wood. A chair rattled. Then there is the sound of the soles of shoes moving on the floor.

"Congratulations on this deal!" The buzzing voice said.

There was a gurgling sound of pouring wine.

"As ladies often say, I hope there are no worms in your mink coat."

Cao Jiao said softly: "I wish you success." ”

I heard a rapid, shrill cough, followed by a violent retching, and a thud on the floor like a cup had fallen. My fingers gripped at my raincoat tightly.

Buzz said kindly, "Why don't you just have a drink, man?" ”

Cao Jiao did not answer. A sharp wheezing sound was heard. Then there was a deathly silence. After a while, a chair moved.

"Goodbye, little man." Mr. Yun Mengjie said.

Footsteps, the snapping of the light switch, the light beneath my feet was gone.

A door softly opened and closed. The sound of footsteps, calmly and casually, gradually disappeared.

I moved to the other side of the door, pulled it open, and peered into the darkness. Through the street light coming in through the window, I could faintly see what was going on inside the house. The corner of a desk reflects the light slightly. Behind the table is a chair with a curled human figure. There was a strong smell in the dreary air, a bit like perfume. I walked to the door that led to the hallway outside and listened carefully. I heard the sound of an elevator moving in the distance.

I found the light switch. The light poured down from a dusty glass lampshade hanging from three copper chains on the ceiling. Cao Jiao looked at me from the other side of his desk, his eyes wide open, his face distorted with spasms, and his skin tinged blue. One of his black heads was tilted to the side, and he sat upright against the back of his chair.

The tram bell seemed to ring for a while, far away, and the sound echoed between the countless walls. A half-pint bottle of whiskey stood on the writing desk with the lid open. Cao Jiao's used cup was thrown on the floor, glittering next to the foot of the table. The other cup is missing.

I inhaled as gently as I could, the tip of my lungs, and leaned over to sniff the bottle again

I cautiously walked past him and removed the phone book from a hook in the window frame. I dropped the phone book, and I repeated it to him.

"If you tell me your number, I can ......"

"No kidding." I grunted and said, "I'm in a hurry." Is there or not this person? ”

"Nope. We don't have that kind of person here. The other man's voice was as stiff as a rusk.

"Is there a tall, yellow-haired, gray-eyed girl registered at your inn?"

"I mean, I'm not a little inn—"

"Less rambling." I said in the tone of a policeman, "Do you want me to send the criminal police team there and turn your nasty nest upside down?" I'm very aware of those apartment dwellings in Bunker Hill, sir. Especially those apartments that have a telephone in every room. ”

"Hey, don't worry, officer. I'm willing to cooperate. There are certainly quite a few blondes here. Where is it? I'm not too late for me to leave this office. There was no movement in the dark, dirty hallway. There were no lights behind the frosted glass doors. I walked up the fire staircase to the second floor, and from there I looked at the shiny canopy in the elevator room. I flipped the switch and the elevator staggered. I ran up the stairs to the ground floor, and when I walked out of the building, the elevator was above me.

The rain was falling heavily. I walked into the rain and the rain was whipped in my face. A raindrop hit my tongue, and I realized that my mouth was still open. I felt some pain on one side of my jaw, which meant that my mouth was too wide open and I was grinning back. Pay attention to their eyes. Is the one you're looking for single? "Pick up the handset. I dialed the number at the information desk. The other party replied.