At night, there was no light on the corridor. Zhang Jian watched the man in black walk into the stairs of the corridor, like a worm of lettuce climbing in the endless vegetable heart. Then Zhang Jian put away the force on his feet, and just touched the ground with his toes like a dragonfly, followed the man in black slowly.

The man in black walked to the gate of Unit 1 on the 6th floor, took out the key and went in. Zhang Jian twitched his lips and looked at the solid metal security door speechlessly. He had no experience in following the first time and did not consider this problem. The protagonists in the novel who liked to break into the door or break into the window had never encountered this problem. The doors now are not the old-fashioned rental houses in the past, and who dares to live in the iron doors and windows that weigh a few pounds.

As a last resort, Zhang Jian did not dare to take action in such a corridor. If someone beat him up and took a photo, he would go to the police station. Look left and right, Zhang Jian found a small window in the corridor, probably for ventilation. When he lifted his body, he climbed to the corner of the window, and turned half of his body exposed outside the window. He carefully used the gecko skills to wander on the exterior wall of the floor. Zhang Jian approached the window of the resident on the unit on the 6th floor little by little, and held his hands on the iron rod of the guardrail under the window to reduce the falling force, so that he could lie for a longer time. Zhang Jian looked at himself now, a handsome man actually lying on someone else's window at night and eavesdropping on the corner of the wall. Could this be the legendary lying on the corner of the wall?

Fortunately, no one noticed it, otherwise my reputation would be left with a shit. I wonder if I could hear any news. Although that girl was a plain person for life, she was finally caught in front of me. I still feel a little guilty when I think about it. Zhang Jian would stay in the Academy of Fine Arts in his spare time. There are many girls in the Academy of Fine Arts, but he has no impression of this girl at all. Although he felt strange in his heart, he still had to raise his ears to listen to the movements in the room.

A "slam" sound seemed to be the sound of the bedroom door opening.

A female voice that sounded older came out. "You are back, why are you so late? They always let you go to work at night." There was a hint of fatigue in your voice and the surprise of your lover coming back.

Another middle-aged man's bass sounded, probably the man in black. "It's okay, don't worry. They just had a batch of goods for me to pull. After pulling, they would pay. Here is 3,000, you can take it."

With a buzzing sound, it seemed that someone was sitting on a soft chair. The woman, who was probably middle-aged, spoke again. "You'd better stop doing it. It's too tiring to go out to pick up goods in the middle of the night. You'd better drive it for rent. I heard that driving for Didi is quite profitable now."

The man's voice was a little hesitant, as if he couldn't make up his mind. "Oh, you also know the situation at home. How much income from renting a rent is enough for our expenses. The house loan, the tuition fees for children in private schools, and your medical expenses are all money."

"But, are they transporting goods at night..."

"Okay, stop talking." The man suddenly became firm and interrupted the woman with no interest. Then there was another clamor, as if the woman had returned to the bedroom.

Stepping... Stepping, a heavy sound of footsteps spread from far to near to the window. Zhang Jian held his breath, slowed down his heartbeat, and pressed it tightly against the exterior wall like an upside-down suction cup, trying not to prevent the man who had walked to the window from discovering it.

The man had taken off his mask and showed a thin and slightly vicissitudes of face. A little white hair was hidden in the sparse short hair, with a little sunken eye socket. One of the eyes had a hideous hole in the corner of his eye, and the purple-red scars were tangled together. This was a man in a midlife crisis, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a sparse stubble on his chin. No one could have thought that a middle-aged man who looked like he could find on the street at will, would be a master who had reached the point of transformation of energy. Moreover, this master was employed by others to openly rob a female college student in an art school in a metropolis. Zhang Jian felt more and more that there was a big secret, that was, he didn't know how Wu Xuemei was doing now. Now he should be furious, and go to block him tomorrow morning to take a look.

While Zhang Jian was thinking about it, the man smoking by the window seemed to have finished smoking the cigarette butts with his hands, and a few faint sparks fell quietly into the dark night. The man stared blankly at the darkness surrounded by darkness, and the hoarse voice was like an iron saw and sand and gravel scraping each other: "I can't go back, I can't go back again. They are like a group of wild beasts without rules, everything will be trampled by them. If you want to survive, you must follow them and finally become them."

With a "bang", the open window was closed by the man. Zhang Jian saw that he could not hear anything and carefully slid gently from the iron railing on the window on the sixth floor to the ground. Zhang Jian frowned. As far as the current situation was concerned, he felt that he seemed to be trapped in a huge vortex. It is certain that there is a mysterious force lurking in the metropolis, and it is very energy-efficient. There are not people who dare to provoke the government in Hangzhou, but those who dare to provoke the government and Wu Xuemei at the same time should not be born yet. The masters who drive half-step power are nothing more than coercion and temptation, but no matter which one is it, it is not something that a small organization can do, let alone the power to restrain the painter Wu Xuemei.

There is also the high-end restaurant next to the open-air parking lot and the giant man in a chef's uniform. Now I think about it, it seems that the giant man has strong muscles and different skeletons than ordinary people. He is very likely to be a person born with divine power. Once a person born with divine power practices martial arts, he can defeat him. It is rumored that when Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, killed Yin Tong, who had reached the level of spiritual transformation, when he was still in the body refining realm, this type of person was very difficult to deal with. It is often said that he is afraid of young people who are afraid of fists. Martial arts and spiritual transformation has gradually surpassed the limits of the human body, but the limits of this type of person themselves are higher than those of ordinary people.

Zhang Jian looked up and looked at the sixth floor again, and found that the light on it had been turned off. The energy from his feet gathered, and the blood and energy stimulated the vibration frequency of his feet on his legs. Zhang Jian left the building in a few seconds like a swordfish.

I thought about going to that high-end restaurant tomorrow and maybe I would find some other clues. But now I will send the clues to the guy Wu Xuemei first, and maybe I can get some benefits. Thinking of this, Zhang Jian's pace has accelerated a little bit.

On the other side, Wu Xuemei was holding a paintbrush in her hand and confronting a charming beauty. A huge plum blossom swayed above Wu Xuemei, which was beautiful but exuded a terrifying atmosphere. The charming beauty's eyes shone with pink light, and the elegant cheongsam outlined a beautiful curve, but there was an inexplicable female shadow behind her, offsetting Wu Xuemei's cold momentum.

(End of this chapter)
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