"You want to go out? Now?"
Wei Jiangyang, the dorm leader, had just finished watching a movie with his girlfriend. At 9: 45 pm, he floated back to the dorm, reeking of love. When he opened the door, he saw Zhang Heng in sportswear, squatting on the floor to tie his shoelaces.
"Yeah, there's an event tonight."
"Event? Could it be a date? "Wei Jiangyang put himself in the shoes of others. Suddenly, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
Chen Huadong, who was drinking coke and watching a movie, was shocked. "What? Don't you like me, Mr. Zhang?"
Ma Wei, the oldest in the dorm, put down the English book in his hand and said, "Zhang Heng, you're such a good guy. It should be easy for you to find a girlfriend. You're still single. If we weren't roommates, I would've thought you were gay."
Ma Wei's sentiments were not without reason. Out of the four people in the dormitory, his family was the worst. His parents were honest farmers. During high school, he had fallen in love with a girl in his class, but he had always kept his feelings to himself.
It wasn't until the fourth semester of his freshman year that he and his roommates celebrated his birthday outside. That night, he got drunk and told them the story. Only then did they know that the girl was going to study in the same city as him. So, they tried to confess to Ma Wei, but the latter shook his head and rejected them.
The other three dorm mates knew about Ma Wei's situation. They knew that he had to rely on the national prize to pay for his tuition. In order to reduce his family's financial burden, he was the most hardworking, spending his time in the library and tutoring to earn money. He had no time to date.
However, there was nothing the others could do to help with this. Ma Wei had a strong sense of self-esteem. When they wanted to go out together, he would always turn them down for free.
Zhang Heng patted Ma Wei's shoulder and said helplessly, "Stop teasing me. It's not a date tonight, and I'm not gay. I just haven't met a girl I like yet."
Chen Huadong raised the coke in his hand. "When you meet her, you must open our eyes. Let's see what kind of witch can win over our Mr. Zhang."
…
After dealing with the three onlookers, it was already 10: 05 pm when Zhang Heng walked out of the school gate.
If he hadn't discovered the string of numbers on his right arm when he was taking a shower, he would have suspected that what happened in the maid cafe this afternoon was just an illusion.
He had asked the cute servant girl with cat ears, and the latter was very sure that he was the only one in that seat from the moment he entered the shop to the moment he left.
The handsome, domineering maid who was in charge of mixing drinks also said that she had only mixed one cup of Taboo Love during that period of time.
"Never doubt a bartender, because every drink is filled with something called love. It's impossible for people to forget their love," the bartender said coolly.
"…"
To the other people in the shop, the conversation from a few minutes ago was as if it had never happened.
Speaking of which, the guy in the Tang suit, hat, and tie seemed to have mentioned that this meeting was forbidden, but he would solve this problem.
Therefore, Zhang Heng guessed that this was probably the solution he was talking about.
Time rewinding?
Zhang Heng was getting more and more curious about this guy. All of his abilities seemed to be related to time, but now was not the time to think about such questions. Right now, he needed to deal with the upcoming game.
After leaving the school, he followed the navigation on Baidu and took the subway to an industrial area outside the Fifth Ring Road. After that, he switched to jogging to warm up.
At 10: 45 pm, he arrived outside the bar called Sex and the City.
The place was a little remote, and along the way, he saw several gangster-like guys smoking and looking at him with unfriendly expressions. There were also a few drunken girls in revealing clothes, squatting on the curb and vomiting.
Zhang Heng didn't want to get into trouble, so he put on the hood of his sportswear and walked past them at a constant speed.
The bar was livelier than he had imagined.
Sex and the City was transformed from an abandoned factory. It occupied a large area, and the rusty factory building was covered with all kinds of weird graffiti. Luxury cars and supercars were parked in front of the door.
This was the busiest time for the bar, and the young people of the city flocked here from all directions.
Before Zhang Heng even entered the door, he could already hear the deafening sound coming from inside the factory building. It was as if the sound was trying to tear his soul apart. Zhang Heng frowned. Although the uninvited guest who shared a drink with him kept emphasizing that he should not reveal anything and that he would know everything when he got deeper into the game, there was still some vague information between the lines.
In any case, the organization he belonged to was ancient and secretive enough. This wasn't the first time they hosted a game like this, but the world had never known of their existence.
This meant that they had done a good job of keeping the secret.
However, there were at least seven to eight hundred people where Zhang Heng was. Thighs and butts were everywhere he looked, and there were dazzling laser lights dancing to the rhythm of the DJ's music. If the so-called dangerous game was played here, Zhang Heng was willing to bet that the next day, TikTok and YouTube would be flooded with videos of it.
Was there a typo in the address?
This was a common mistake made by most people, especially considering the age of the other party. It wasn't too surprising.
Just then, Zhang Heng noticed the shadow on the upper right.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't the second floor. It was just a huge container fixed to the west wall by a steel structure. There was an iron ladder leading to it, and at the bottom of the ladder stood two strong men in suits and sunglasses.
A few drunk young men and women seemed to want to run up and play, but they were stopped by the two men.
One of the rich second generation seemed to be from a rich family, as he threw a handful of bills at the other party's face. When the people around saw that the young man had thrown a hundred dollar bill, there was an uproar, and they began to snatch it.
But the two strong men didn't respond.
The rich second generation was a little angry, and he threw the wine in his hand at the two men's faces. Probably because he was used to being arrogant, he raised his feet and wanted to rush up. The next moment, before anyone could see what happened, his body suddenly flew backward, knocking over several people and a table. In the end, he lay on the ground with his face covered in blood and filth.
It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Several of his companions woke up from their drunken stupor. A few of the men wanted to say a few harsh words, but when they saw one of the guys slowly wiping his sunglasses, they finally backed down. They picked up the unconscious rich second generation and hurried to the parking lot.
When the commotion subsided, the others looked at the two strong men with a faint trace of fear, not daring to come closer.
Zhang Heng waited for another five minutes, making sure that no one was paying attention to him. Then, he took a deep breath and walked up.
The two strong men in suits looked at him from behind their sunglasses. Their eyes were cold, and Zhang Heng felt like he was facing two lions on the prairie, ready to hunt. He pulled up his sleeves, revealing the string of numbers on his arm.
He was still a little worried. The miserable state of the rich second generation was quite unforgettable. Although Zhang Heng had guessed that the number on his arm was the game's entrance ticket, he didn't rule out other possibilities.
Fortunately, the worst did not happen. He didn't follow in the rich second generation's footsteps and cosplay as a human bowling ball in the air.
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