When it was almost 11 o'clock, Sheng Chuncheng and Xiao Wang said, "You stay here and there is need over there. Before you go there, give me a call. I will go have a late-night snack and then come back."
"For late-night snacks, just order takeout. Why are you going out on such a cold day?" Xiao Wang was confused.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "No, I want to eat wontons. The lard wontons in Shanghai are delicious. When they are delivered, they are already gone."
Xiao Wang laughed: "Master, you are so particular, go ahead, go ahead."
Sheng Chuncheng took out a windbreaker from his bag that he had brought with him and had never worn before, put it on his arm and went downstairs.
When I got downstairs, I asked Xiao Meng: "I'm going out for a late-night snack, do you want to bring it to you?"
Xiao Meng said yes, if you don’t eat it, it will be free.
Sheng Chuncheng walked out of the door to Fenyang Road and looked up at the camera at the door. Sheng Chuncheng was not worried about this camera. All the B&Bs under "Renjia Travel" and the camera image records will be saved in their company's cloud space.
.When necessary, access can only be made with the authorization of Mr. Mi. Even Xiao Meng cannot check the camera records if he wants to.
Sheng Chuncheng put on his mask, raised the collar of his windbreaker, walked out along the shade of the trees, crossed Fenyang Road, entered the small alley on the opposite side, arrived at Xiangyang South Road, and then walked towards Huaihai Middle Road.
Walking to the south gate of the iapm mall near Nanchang Road, he followed Nanchang Road to Shaanxi South Road and turned left. From Shaanxi South Road, he turned left to the north gate of the iapm mall on Huaihai Middle Road, which is also the gate of the mall. The mall has already
When traveling overseas, there is a garbage truck from a sanitation company at the gate, clearing away garbage.
Sheng Chuncheng stood leaning against a pillar at the entrance of the shopping mall. He took out the new mobile phone and the phone card Yanyan gave him from his pocket and stuffed it in.
When the phone was turned on, the screen flashed, indicating that it had successfully connected to China Mobile. Sheng Chuncheng followed the content discussed with Yanyan in advance, that is, not to point out clearly, but to hint at Huhu, but the guy received it and could feel his
Everything is already under your control.
Sheng Chuncheng compiled the message, checked it was correct, entered the dick's phone number, and sent the message.
After sending the message, Sheng Chuncheng took his mobile phone and leaned against the pillar to wait. After two or three minutes, the phone rang, and it was the guy's number that was displayed. Sheng Chuncheng pressed the answer button.
The guy's voice rang on the phone: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
Sheng Chuncheng hung up the phone and turned it off.
He put his hands in his pockets, walked to the garbage truck, looked left and right, and when the sanitation workers weren't paying attention, he quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it into the bed of the garbage truck.
Sheng Chuncheng continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened. He took off his windbreaker and still put it on his hand. When he walked back to the entrance of Shanghai Conservatory of Music, he saw a small shop at the door. There were several people with similar styles to Yu Dazi sitting in the shop.
Guy.
Sheng Chuncheng walked into the store and bought a bowl of wontons and a drawer of soup-filled crab roe dumplings for Xiao Meng to take back.
…
The air conditioning in the living room is sufficient, the lights are bright, the coffee table has been moved to one side, and the carpet is covered with a snow-white quilt. Yanyan is sitting with her back on the sofa. The guy, with his body exposed, is half lying in Yanyan's arms.
One girl was riding on him, and another was lying on his chest.
The mobile phone on the coffee table dinged. The sound was silent, but a little harsh, and it was incompatible with the beautiful picture in front of me. This mobile phone usually did not have any calls or text messages except for junk advertisements.
There are only three numbers in the phone, one is Yanyan, and the other two are girls, one is from Shanghai, and the other is from Shenzhen. They do the same thing as Yanyan, except that they serve him
In addition, she also helped him arrange other girls.
He heard the "ding" sound and frowned. At this time, there were not even spam messages. It must be one of the two girls who was ignorant, drank too much, and sent him random text messages and photos.
He said he had discovered something new. Damn it, do I like something that is clumsy and annoying? He likes Yanyan, that's it, she's not too busy, and she's never been so stupid.
"Bring my phone over here." He said to Yanyan.
Yanyan leaned forward, took the mobile phone on the coffee table, and handed it to him.
The guy clicked on the message to take a look, and his face suddenly turned pale. He pushed the two girls away with his hands and sat up. The two girls continued to come over, and the guy suddenly yelled: "Get away!"
The two girls were frightened and looked at Yanyan, who shook her head slightly.
The guy stood up and walked straight upstairs.
He entered the room, closed the door, walked to the bed, sat down, picked up the phone, and clicked on the text message again:
"Mr. x, you are very happy on Fenyang Road, right? Don't get carried away."
He pressed the number and dialed back. The other party answered, but there was no sound. He asked, "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
The other party hung up the phone, and when he dialed again, he got a busy signal.
He suddenly woke up and felt horrified. He understood, damn! He really shouldn't have called back. The other party had his phone on, just waiting for him to call back to confirm that it was his voice.
He quickly took out his commonly used mobile phone from his bag, found a number and dialed it. When the call went through, he said to the other party:
"Please help me check this number and what it comes from."
After he finished speaking, he reported his number and the other party said yes, give me five minutes.
He threw the phone aside and fell down. Looking up at the ceiling above his head, he felt that his bare back was already wet.
This was not the first time he received such a mysterious phone call. The last time he received it was on his wedding day.
He and his wife, the famous show host, did not go home after the wedding.
That night they stayed in the presidential suite of the Peace Hotel. They said they would cuddle up with each other on the balcony and look at the familiar Bund and Huapo River. They would welcome their first sunrise here.
When his wife went to the bathroom to take a shower, a strange call came in from his cell phone, and he answered it.
The other party said: "Congratulations, you are married, live a good life, wipe your butt clean for me, and stop doing things outside, do you understand? When you marry xx, you will take advantage of it and become a celebrity.
He is also the target of paparazzi tracking.
"Don't make any more explosive news for me. Do you understand? If you are embarrassed, it will affect xx, xx, and eventually me. If that happens, I won't be polite to you."
He was holding his cell phone, completely confused by the sudden call, and asked: "Who are you?"
"Don't care who I am, Ce Na, just remember that I am the one. If you die, I won't agree. No one will even dare to take your body. That's enough. That's all.
If you don’t believe it, you can try it.”
He didn't take the phone call to heart, thinking that it was probably just a prank by someone who was jealous of him. He also felt that he was somewhat powerful in Shanghai. He was white and black. Am I still afraid of you?
But soon, he became afraid.
While he was pursuing sex, he was also dating a third-rate actress and maintained a very close relationship.
He contacted her again the next day, but was unable to contact her. He went to the place where they had a tryst. The room was as clean as ever, except that there were photos of her and him hanging on the wall and on the bedside table in the bedroom.
, disappeared. Her iPad was still in the room. She opened the photo album inside and found that all the photos with him had been deleted.
When she looked in the underground garage, her car was still parked, but the person just disappeared out of thin air.
More than half a month later, he saw a message on the Internet that almost no one paid attention to, saying that she had passed away, and the cause of death was unclear.
