The nearest bus stop to Route 102 was located on the east side of the school, about 700 meters away. Nearby was an old commercial street called Shanghai Market, but it had nothing to do with Shanghai. It was just like the standard Qilihe Market across the country.
On a Friday, Shanghai Market was still quite crowded. Zhang Heng chose to meet here because it was convenient for him to blend in with the crowd and avoid being seen by his acquaintances.
He arrived at the agreed place first and bought three cups of milk tea from the nearby milk tea shop while he still had some time.
"Do you have a date?" A voice suddenly came from behind him.
"So, can't you people have a holiday?" Zhang Heng took the receipt and sighed.
He knew who was standing behind him. Just like the last time in the corridor, the other party had been waiting for him outside the school. However, since the other party did not take the initiative to speak, Zhang Heng did not bother with him.
It was time to see who was more patient.
"A cup of plain milk tea, less sugar, no ice. Thank you." The college student took out his mobile phone, smiled, and scanned the QR code. He then paused and said, "It can't be helped. No matter what social system it is, someone has to be more diligent to maintain its operation."
"That's true."
"What's more, we are in some trouble now."
"What trouble? Tell me about it." Zhang Heng moved to the side and made way for a young couple.
The college student followed him to the other side, waiting for his milk tea to be ready.
"I thought we had reached a consensus in the corridor that night to mind our own business and mind our own business," the college student said. "Isn't peace what you humans have always preached?"
"Then what? Do you want me to give you enough time to prepare to deal with me?" Zhang Heng asked rhetorically.
"That depends on your attitude," the college student said ambiguously.
Zhang Heng raised his chin at the college student. "What about the original owner of this body? Wasn't his attitude good enough? What happened to him? Did you kill him? Did you imprison him, or find a way to control his brain? "
The college student flashed his signature smile again. "Him? He has a good attitude, but unfortunately, he's not honest. He should be glad that he's still a mental patient. After all, life is so stressful these days. Everyone complains about how hard work is. Many people dream of staying at home and playing games every day, but he didn't cherish that opportunity. At night, he sneaked out to the riverbank and stole something that didn't belong to him. So, we had no choice but to retrieve it."
Zhang Heng looked at the college student. Three seconds later, the young lady at the milk tea shop said, "Number 147, who is number 147? Three cups of milk tea are ready."
Zhang Heng handed over the ticket number, took the milk tea, and looked back at the college student. "Let me guess, the reason you killed those three children was to look for something? And you haven't found that thing yet. "
The college student's expression changed slightly.
"Don't be too surprised. If what you said is true, and you have already gotten that thing, you wouldn't be watching me so closely. You even have to come out and work overtime," Zhang Heng said. "Next time, before you bluff, you'd better spend more time coming up with a more credible story."
The college student put away the smile on his face and said with a blank expression, "I can only say that what happened in the parking lot was just a warning. If you don't stop now, it won't be so easy next time."
"It better be as you said. Otherwise, this game will be too boring," Zhang Heng said. He then looked in the direction of the milk tea shop and reminded him, "Your milk tea is ready. Also, let me give you a piece of advice for free. If you want to pretend to be a human, you have to learn to be more authentic. Milk tea without pearls is soulless.
After that, Zhang Heng walked to the 102 bus station with the milk tea in his hand. Bai Qing and Chi Jia had already arrived, looking for him in the crowd. Zhang Heng waved at them. He walked over and handed them the milk tea he had just bought.
The college student did not follow him again. Instead, he stopped in front of the milk tea shop, took his milk tea, inserted the straw into it, and took two sips. After that, he frowned and said to the lady at the milk tea shop, "Add some pearls for me."
"Ah, I'm sorry, sir. I can't add any more pearls to the milk tea."
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"Very thoughtful," Chi Jia said, "but I remember that we can't bring drinks to the concert."
"I drank it before. Isn't there an hour and a half before the concert starts?" Zhang Heng said.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Chi Jia picked a strawberry-flavored milk tea.
Zhang Heng handed the chocolate one to Bai Qing. He had bought her a cup of milk tea before, so he knew her favorite flavor. At the same time, he also received a WeChat message from Qin Zhen. Zhang Heng looked at the message and said, "My friend has arrived. Let's go. We can eat something early."
"Okay." Chi Jia and Zhang Heng were not very familiar with each other, but she was an outgoing girl. Even when talking to strangers, she would not get nervous. She could even host a recitation competition and talk to a large crowd. On the other hand, Bai Qing was Zhang Heng's deskmate, and they often talked to each other. But tonight, for some reason, she was a little quiet.
To save time, the three decided to walk a little further and take a taxi.
When they got in the car, Zhang Heng looked at the milk tea shop again and found that the college student was still standing there. He seemed to have spent money to buy another cup of milk tea with pearls.
Chi Jia followed his gaze, "What's wrong? Do you know anyone?"
Bai Qing became nervous when she heard that.
"No, it's just that someone looks like my old neighbor."
Zhang Heng opened the door, sat in the front passenger seat, and said to the driver, "Go to the old stadium, sir."
"Okay." The taxi driver hit the meter and skillfully changed gears.
As the car accelerated, the college student and the milk tea shop finally disappeared from the rearview mirror.
The traffic outside the old stadium was particularly congested tonight. Taxis and private cars were everywhere, and buses were honking impatiently behind them. Zhang Heng and the other two had to get out of the car 200 meters in advance and walk to the old stadium.
Along the way, there were fans who were ready to watch the concert. At the same time, there were also scalpers asking the three if they had tickets and if they were willing to sell them. In addition, some business-minded vendors squatted around the stadium and sold celebrity accessories. Various support groups gathered noisily.
The square outside the stadium was almost flooded with people.
Qin Zhen was the first to arrive, so he naturally played the role of a pacesetter. After buying the glow sticks, he went to Burger King next door to buy dinner. The line there was already so long that it stretched out of the restaurant's entrance. If he went there now, he would have to wait at least 40 minutes to get his meal. Also, he could only eat whatever he wanted and see what was left in the restaurant.
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