After Lulu and Jialong returned home, they talked about the situation they encountered along the way with the uncle and Zhao Ning.

Zhao Ning sucked and spitted the smoke rings, looking out the window with his eyes, looking thoughtful.

The uncle frowned, rubbed his messy hair and said:

"We have to pack up and pick out important things and keep them here if they don't matter."

"Will anyone follow you when I come back?"

Zhao Ning took a deep breath of cigarette and asked softly, squinted his eyes.

Lulu shook her head and said:

"It shouldn't be, I drive very quickly, and they shouldn't be able to keep up."

Zhao Ning did not answer.

It was nearly 6 pm, and the sky in City B was depressingly dark, and the distant lines of heaven and earth revealed a dark dark blue, as if the night was about to swallow the remaining light.

Everyone was busy packing their salutes, and Jialong helped the uncle pack the ancient yellowed books.

When packing, Jialong noticed that the uncle's books were basically about psychic history and herbal knowledge. Rather than saying it was books, it should be more accurate to say that it was the uncle's own notepad. The words were written by a black pen. The paper looked old parchment paper, and the edges of the paper were bound by thick hemp rope.

Zhao Ning never got up. After extinguishing the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table, he leaned against the soft sofa, leaning his neck back, and his eyes stared at a high-rise building far outside the window as if locked.

The remaining smoke that had not yet dissipated was hovering above his head like silver snakes.

Jialong muttered in his heart:

"This kid doesn't help, he's just relaxing in himself! Why is it so annoying!"

Because of his fat body, the uncle squatted beside the box where the books were stored for a while, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He wiped his sweat and said:

"Xiao Ning, don't you bring anything?"

After saying that, the uncle turned his head to Lulu's room and shouted:

"Lulu, don't bring all you have so many clothes, choose the important ones!"

"I know..."

Lulu's answer came from the room behind the obliquely.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Ning stood up suddenly, walked slowly to the window, turned his head and said to the uncle:

"We have to leave immediately! Otherwise it will be too late!"

After Zhao Ning said that, he pulled up all the curtains in front of the windows, and then turned on the chandelier switch in the house.

Zhao Ning's voice was very low, which reminded Jialong of Li Dong, who planned to murder him the day before yesterday.

Although Jialong didn't know what was going on, Zhao Ning must have discovered that the psychics who were chasing him had taken action, and his heart tightened.

The uncle rubbed his thighs, straightened his body clumsyly, and did not ask more, took a deep breath and said:

"Okay, including my box of books, there is another box that you must bring with you."

The two thick gray eyebrows above the uncle's eyes were almost tied together when he spoke, and he looked very serious.

"Xiao Ning, come with me to carry that box."

The uncle waved his hand and signaled Zhao Ning to follow him.

Jialong saw Zhao Ning following the uncle into the room. After a while, the two of them came to the door of the room, carrying a black iron box one after another.

The moment they put down the box, the uncles and the two were relieved and gasped freely, and their red faces gradually calmed down.

It seems that this box is not ordinary. Otherwise, how could a man like Zhao Ning, who is tall and strong, be so tired after a while?

The uncle held his knees and shouted in a daze:

"Lulu, hurry up... and leave quickly, otherwise... it's too late!"

"Just now, two minutes! Just two minutes!"

Lulu replied in a hurry.

"Aron, just carry this box of books for me, and don't bring any other luggage."

After saying that, the uncle turned his head and shouted at Lulu:

"Hurry up, damn girl, I won't make pork ribs for you in the future!"

"Okay, OK!"

Lulu dragged a large suitcase and ran from the room to the door. Lulu had light makeup on her face and a playful straw hat on her head. The dark blue floral dress danced like a wave as she walked.

"You are going on a trip!"

"Isn't it? Uncle!"

Lulu asked the uncle's question.

The uncle ignored it and bent down and said to Zhao Ning:

"Let's work hard together, I'll say one, two, three, you work hard together!"

Just as the two were about to lift the box, Jialong said hurriedly:

"Uncle, why don't Zhao Ning and I carry this box? You'll hold this box of books..."

Before Jialong finished speaking, the uncle immediately stood up and interrupted:

"Okay! I think your suggestion is pretty good!"

Before Rong Jialong could react, the uncle walked over to the box containing books under Jialong's feet.

When Jialong and Zhao Ning lifted the black iron box, Jialong instantly understood why the uncle agreed to his polite words so quickly.

"What... is this pretending? So heavy!"

"This is our most important thing."

The uncle walked in front of the box wearing a book with both hands and answered slightly relaxedly.

After much effort, I finally moved all my luggage to the back box of the off-road jeep parked downstairs.

"Quick! Children! Get in the car quickly, Lulu, come and drive!"

The uncle pressed the window next to the passenger seat, revealing the curly white wool head, and shouted in a hurry, as if a ball of cotton appeared in the car.

Jialong and Zhao Ning hurried into the rear row of the car.

Since Zhao Ning told everyone that he needed to leave immediately, Jialong was extremely nervous and only breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the jeep door.

Lulu started the car, and the scene outside the window began to flip backwards.

As the night became darker, orange-yellow street lights were lit on the side of the road, and the beams were gently spread on the spacious road surface.

It was during the rush hour at night, and there were a lot of vehicles on the road, and the four-person car was blocked in the middle of the road before they drove far away.

At this moment, everything was as quiet as before, and Jialong felt a sense of resentment. He couldn't help but start to complain that Zhao Ning had inexplicably created a tense atmosphere. Where did the danger come from?

In front of the road was the high-rise building that Zhao Ning had been staring at at that time.

Jialong impatiently looked at the seemingly ordinary building. It looked like a residential building, all white, about 30 floors high. However, it was strange that only one of the entire building had lights on the window.

Maybe the residents of this building were on their way home after get off work, Jialong thought.

He looked at the only window that emitted lights curiously, and looked closely and saw a black figure standing in front of the window, motionless like a mural.

Just as Jialong was staring at the figure, the lights in the window were suddenly turned off. For a moment, the whole building was pitch black and looked particularly silent under the reflection of street lights.

Jialong took a deep breath and couldn't help but have a cold war.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Ning sitting beside him.

Zhao Ning leaned his head against the car window, and his big, determined eyes looked at the city scene that passed through his sight, and a deep light shone out.

Somehow, Jialong seemed to be able to understand Zhao Ning's thoughts at this time. Because the same feeling was like a very deep scar in his heart.

Jialong took out his cell phone and looked boredly. Seeing that there was no parent, he couldn't help but sigh. Just as Jialong was about to put the cell phone back into his pocket, a ding-ring prompt sound made him turn on the cell phone again.

It was a message from Xiao Liu:

"Brother Long, how are you doing lately?"

At this time, Jialong remembered that Xiao Liu was avoiding himself at the meeting where he resigned, so he gave up the idea of ​​replying to this message.

"Lulu, after we enter the trail, you use your magic power to drive and try not to let others see it!"

After saying that, the uncle took out his cell phone from his pocket and slowly pressed the keys of the cell phone. The keys were loud, like a time bomb in the car, buzzing. This reminded people of the brainwashed promotional advertisement of the elderly mobile phone brand, "specially selling elderly phones, loud voices! Big words!"

After some trouble, the uncle called.

After waiting for a while, the uncle said impatiently at the phone:

"Old Zhang, you have to be ready today..."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a state of anger. The uncle hung up the phone angrily without saying goodbye.
To be continued...