Guangzhou was a very humid city. It was the tide of the tide, but it was also the tide of the humidity.
Especially recently, the sky was basically covered in dark clouds. A depressing atmosphere constantly shrouded the city. From time to time, it would start to rain, and then quickly stop. The people who lived here were used to it. However, whenever the drivers received guests from other places, they would habitually complain about the climate here.
There was a Beijing Road in Yuexiu District. It was originally an old street, but now it was a commercial pedestrian street. The stores of famous brands and the small pot rice shop across the street complemented each other. Neither was inferior to the other, and neither was inferior to the other.
A man stood on the side of the street, smoking. He wore a red short-sleeved shirt and black shorts. Most people in other parts of China still had to wear a coat when they went out. This kind of attire had actually become the standard for the people of Guangzhou.
The man was talking on the phone. It could be heard that he was talking to his wife and child. It was full of the love of a husband and a father.
After the call ended, the man threw the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him and walked straight down the street. Not far on the right was the Pearl River. However, this section of the road was under maintenance. Tall plastic boards were erected, so the river could not be seen.
The place the man was walking to was a 7-day hotel not far from the exit of the subway. There were several 7-day hotels on this road, and this place was called the second hotel.
The main entrance of the street was locked. The man was a little puzzled. Logically, the organizer would not make such a mistake, especially when this gathering was organized by the listeners' forum.
After walking around, the man found the entrance was in a small alley at the back. He walked in and found the counter.
"Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
The man took out his ID and handed it over. "I should have a reservation. My name is Qin Yang."
"Okay, sir. Please wait a moment."
The staff began to check the records and quickly found it. He took out the room card and gave it to the man along with his ID.
"Sir, your room is 232."
"Okay."
Qin Yang took the room card, carried his luggage, and walked to the elevator. He swiped the room card on the elevator and pressed the button for the elevator to stop. Then, he walked in.
When he reached the second floor and stepped out of the elevator, Qin Yang saw that the door to Room 233 had just closed. All he saw was a silhouette walking in, but that silhouette gave him a sense of familiarity.
Qin Yang, who knew that a group of listeners would be staying here soon, was not surprised. Although he did not know who that person was, and did not know if he really knew him, there would be a chance to meet him.
He swiped the card and opened the door to his room. A musty smell assailed his nostrils. It couldn't be helped. The guest rooms in the hotel were cramped and not very ventilated. In addition to the humid environment in Guangzhou, this was the only way.
"Why are the people on the forum so stingy? Booking a hotel here."
Qin Yang shook his head. Although he had been driving a taxi in Qinhuangdao to support his family, since he had come out, with the self-awareness and values of a listener, he was willing to spend a little more money to stay in a slightly higher class hotel.
Forget it. He was not a picky person anyway. Qin Yang put down his luggage and sat on the bed. He took out his phone and looked at the WeChat group for this event.
There were more than ten people in the WeChat group, but Qin Yang felt that there might be more people who were not in the group.
"We will inform everyone of the details tomorrow. Tonight, you can walk around on your own or gather with listeners you know." The WeChat group manager @ everyone.
It was a very insincere and perfunctory sentence, but the rest of the people in the group did not express any dissatisfaction. Although they were not apprentices organized by the school, they were just listeners.
There was no other reason other than the fact that the person who spoke had already reached the threshold of becoming a Senior Listener. If there were no accidents, he would become a Senior Listener in the next month or the month after that. At that time, when everyone met, they might even have to respectfully call him "Sir".
Qin Yang twisted the bottle cap and drank a mouthful of water. He did not like this person's attitude. "You haven't even become an advanced listener and you're already putting on airs. Hehe."
The audience's circle was very realistic, and the hierarchy was very strict. The experiencers were the largest group, while the low-level audience and the ordinary audience were in the same group. It was natural for the latter to look down on the former, and then there was the veteran audience, followed by the high-level audience, and above them were the big shots.
The information and knowledge of a group was completely different. The higher-ups could know about the lower-ups, but it was difficult for the lower-ups to know about the higher-ups.
There were a few people in the WeChat group who planned to have a meal together. Sometimes, it was a kind of enjoyment to have a few veterans who didn't know each other gather together to have a meal and chat. Everyone was incompatible with this world and society. Usually, it was difficult to find someone to chat with. Only the listeners could have a common topic to talk with each other.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the difference in strength was not too big, and the two parties had not had any grudges before.
Qin Yang was too lazy to go out. He had come from Qinhuangdao to Guangzhou, and he had not adapted to the environment yet. Although listeners were many times more adaptable than ordinary people, in the real world, Qin Yang still liked to think of himself as an ordinary person.
He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back, he lay on the bed and turned on the television. He realized that other than a few channels in Guangzhou, he could not search for other channels, so he turned it off.
Qin Yang took out a document from his bag, flipping through it once more.
This activity was organized and initiated by the Listener Forum. It was targeted at senior listeners. The incident started when a low-level listener passed by a place on Beijing Road and saw his grandmother, who had passed away many years ago. His grandmother even greeted him normally.
If it was an ordinary person who posted this post, it could only be posted on Tianya or Tieba as an ordinary supernatural story. It could be used as a topic of conversation. However, this was a low-level listener, and he was a Daoist priest. At the same time, he posted this incident on the Listener Forum.
After that, a few administrators on the forum immediately took it seriously and personally came over to investigate. It was said that they even invited a high-level listener who studied formations to conduct an on-site investigation. In the end, they vaguely came to a conclusion. It meant that there was a node on this Beijing Road, and due to unknown reasons, there was a space-time disorder.
That was all there was to the information. Previously, when the forum sent invitations to the listeners who chose to participate in this activity, it was also this much information. More information and content could only be revealed when the people on the forum organized an official meeting tomorrow. This was also to ensure that the forum would be able to protect their own interests in this activity.
And the reason why they chose a senior listener to explore this place was because the high-level listener had said that if a high-level listener entered this place without permission, it was very likely that this space-time disorder would explode. Naturally, this did not refer to an explosion or any other harmful effects. It was because the appearance of this thing was a mistake, an occasional and beautiful mistake. However, high-level listeners had a closer connection with the surrounding space. If they entered that place, they would directly and naturally correct this mistake.
According to the analysis of the information, Qin Yang felt that there was a very high possibility that there was a hidden artifact here. And this artifact's attribute was very likely to manipulate the power of space-time.
It just so happened that "Journey to the West" was being broadcasted on the big screen recently. He wondered if that artifact would be as effective as the Moonlight Cache.
In any case, there was no lack of desperados in the audience circle, and this was indeed a great attraction. Basically, the people who were invited by the forum all agreed because there was no reason to refuse. Everyone wanted to try their luck. Moreover, it was said that the high-level audience member who studied array formations would also be there to prevent the audience members who were not invited by the forum from trying to fish in troubled waters. This was already the greatest guarantee for everyone's interests.
Of course, Qin Yang also knew that this matter was definitely not that simple. Otherwise, the forum would not have needed to send out so many hero posts. It was very likely that there was a greater hidden danger. However, the listeners who came here should also be aware of this.
At this moment, the phone beside him suddenly rang. Qin Yang picked up the call.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Old Qin, I'm so sad. We met at Qinhuangdao. Have you forgotten about me so quickly?"
The voice on the other side of the phone was very greasy. It was a man's voice.
"Zhang Bayi?" Qin Yang guessed tentatively.
"Hey, it's me." Fatso sounded very excited on the other side of the phone. "Hey, you've arrived in Guangzhou now, right?"
"I've arrived," Qin Yang answered.
"Let's have dinner together tonight," Fatso invited.
"Why are you inviting me?" Qin Yang was a little confused.
"Sigh, more friends means more options. I came here alone this time. I'll probably go officially tomorrow. We should at least form a small group first, right? After all, we've known each other for a long time. "
"Where are your friends? Didn't they come with you? "
"The one who came with me to Qinhuangdao last time has been missing for almost three months. There's also two monks who are probably still praying in Shanghai. They're not willing to participate in this matter, so I came here alone."
Qin Yang's brows slightly furrowed when he heard that person had been missing for three months. The back of the person he saw entering Room 233 when he stepped out of the elevator seemed to overlap with the person in his memory.
…
In the evening, Qin Yang went out to have dinner with Fatso. There were two listeners beside Fatso, so the four of them had dinner together. As a field controller, Fatso at least made the atmosphere of the meal very lively.
Qin Yang had heard before that this Fatso had the nickname of a social butterfly in the listeners' circle, meaning that he had a wide network and knew a lot of people. It seemed that this time, it was clearly a well-deserved reputation.
After the four of them finished eating, they returned to the seven days hotel together. One of the middle-aged men named Xu Rui asked his doubts when he walked to the small door.
"Why did the forum choose to hold the gathering in this hotel?"
Yes, the forum shouldn't be doing this to save money.
"Perhaps, the secret is in this hotel." Fatso laughed and patted the shoulders of Xu Rui, Qin Yang, and another person named Zheng Long.
The other three were clear that Fatso studied formations. Although it was unlikely that he was better than the high-level listener who studied formations, he was at least better than the three of them.
With Fatso's reminder, the three stopped asking and walked into the elevator together.
Fatso and the other two were on the third floor, so Qin Yang went out of the elevator first. When he walked to the door of his room, Qin Yang looked at Room 233 next to him again. The back of the person was indeed similar to that person. But if that person was here, why wasn't Fatso with him? Even Fatso said that he had been missing for three months.
Qin Yang didn't rush to swipe his card to enter his room. He stood in front of Room 233 first. If it was that person inside, then it was normal for him to knock on the door and have a chat. After all, the two of them had met several times in Qinhuangdao. Although they weren't good friends, they still knew each other. Since the other party chose to appear in this hotel at this time, their purpose was probably the same. There was no problem in meeting and chatting.
If it was the wrong person and it was a stranger, then there was no problem.
Hmm, that was even less of a problem.
Knock, knock, knock …
Qin Yang knocked on the door, but there was no response.
The person wasn't here?
Qin Yang was a little hesitant. Due to the special nature of this hotel, Qin Yang had initially thought that there was an array formation set up by the people from the forum to block divine senses. After all, everyone was a listener. If they lived so close to each other, even if they were separated by a wall or even several walls, there was no privacy to speak of. However, after hearing what Fatty said earlier, Qin Yang was more convinced that it was the special location of this hotel that caused this phenomenon.
Then, there was a high possibility that the so-called Beijing Road node was in this hotel.
But now that he knocked on the door and there was no response, what should he do?
Should he just break the door and enter?
Qin Yang shook his head helplessly. He returned to his room, swiped his card, and entered his room. In any case, whether it was that person or not, he would find out tomorrow.
About half an hour after Qin Yang returned to his room, the door to room 233 was pushed open from the inside. A man in a black sports shirt walked out from inside. He had on a pair of sports shoes and headphones plugged into his ears. It looked like he was planning to go for a night run to train.
When he entered the elevator, the elevator happened to come down from the third floor. Fatso was standing inside, and there was another stranger beside him. However, Fatso was already chatting with that person. It could be seen that this person who didn't participate in the dinner tonight was also a listener.
After this man in the sweatshirt walked into the elevator, Fatso's gaze fell on him because this man gave him a familiar feeling, but he didn't know where to start. In fact, it was hard for Fatso to even confirm whether this person was a listener or not.
When the elevator reached the first floor, the man in the sweatshirt directly trotted out of the hotel and began his night run. Fatso and the other person went to the counter to buy some drinks and beer. Obviously, the work of a social butterfly was not done yet.
"What are you looking at? Is that person also a listener? "The man who came down to buy drinks asked.
"Who knows? Anyway, divine sense is blocked here, so I can't check," Fatso replied.
"Heh, definitely not. Even if divine sense is blocked, how can a listener not sense it when he's standing so close to them? Unless he's a senior listener, an 'adult'. "
"Hehe." Fatso suddenly laughed, "If you guessed it right, then I'll drink one more can of beer with you tonight!"
Fatso took one last look at the direction of the door. There was no longer a figure in sight, but Fatso still wanted to take one more look.
…
The night wind brought a slight chill to the city, but overall, it was still hot and stuffy. Guangzhou's humidity could soak the floor of a house with water stains. People running in this kind of weather would naturally sweat easily.
It was just that the man in the sweatshirt had run two blocks, but there was still no sound of his breathing. Even when he walked past from the front, not even a drop of sweat could be seen on his face.
The old streets of Guangzhou were full of the flavor of old Guangzhou. There were also many old restaurants here. They refused to open branches, reject Meituan, and even reject too many customers. They just stuck to their original flavor. Therefore, although the man in the sweatshirt ran more and more remote, it was not to the point where there were few people.
At the corner in front, a few black people stood there, each holding a bottle of beer, drinking and chatting. Occasionally, people around them would try to walk a few steps to the other side to stay away from them.
The young man in the sweatshirt ran over directly. A black man wearing a gold necklace casually threw the beer bottle over, and it hit the man's foot.
The man lifted his foot casually, and the empty beer bottle directly flew back and hit the black man's face.
"Bang!"
The black man's nose immediately spurted blood, and he fell backward.
A few black men next to him immediately surrounded and blocked the man's way. Obviously, they wanted to ask for an explanation.
The man in the sweatshirt stood where he was. He did not move, nor did he speak. There was not even a trace of panic on his face. He was as calm as a deep pool of water.
However, this kind of attitude stimulated these black men. The biggest among them immediately rushed over and wanted to strangle the man's neck with one hand.
The man stretched out his hand, directly grabbed the black man's arm, and then gently twisted it.
"Squeak!"
A sound so crisp that it was hard to believe was heard. Immediately after, the rest of the black men saw their companion's palm being "plucked" off. The black man who lost his palm screamed in fear and fell to the ground. He looked at his bare elbow with a face full of shock.
Another black man who was holding a knife in his hand suddenly felt a chill in front of him when he saw this scene. Then, he found that both of his hands had been pierced by his own knife. A knife had strung both of his hands together.
This bloody and violent scene, comparable to an R-rated movie, almost instantly collapsed the psychological defense of the remaining black men. One by one, they screamed and ran in all directions, even leaving their injured companions behind.
The black man who lost his palm was still bleeding, lying on the ground and wailing. The black man whose hands were pierced together ran out, but because he could not stretch his arms to maintain balance, he fell to the ground and struggled to get up again. Another black man who was hit in the face by a beer bottle was still lying on the ground, unconscious.
The man in the sweatshirt did not continue to run. He just gently turned his head and saw another black man in a suit walking out of the alley. He held a cigar in one hand and a beer in the other. He should have been drinking and chatting with his black brothers and having a simple party.
"Friend, don't you think you were a little too harsh?" The black man in the suit walked toward the man with a smile, but his eyes did not stay on the three injured black men on the ground at all. He only looked at the man in the sweatshirt.
Obviously, he came to question the man, not because the man hurt his people, but because the man hurt his people in front of him, which made him feel very embarrassed.
Because when the man made the second move, he took the initiative to release his strength as a Senior Listener. This was a warning, or in other words, he wanted to give the man face and keep the peace.
But obviously, the man did not want to keep the peace.
"Was it harsh?" The man smiled indifferently. "Show me their legal temporary residence permits. If there is, I can pay for their medical expenses and compensation."
The black man in the suit revealed a smile. Because of his dark skin, his teeth looked especially white.
"You seem very confident, friend."
"People don't take the initiative to care about garbage, but garbage dirtied my shoes."
"You mean, I'm also garbage in front of you? I'm already a listener, but I can still see the strong sense of racial discrimination in your tone and behavior. Don't you feel ashamed, friend? "
"Please watch your position. This is not your country, and it doesn't belong to the circle you should be in. You can come, but please keep a low profile, especially in front of the local audience. You need to keep a low profile."
"Hehe, are you warning me?" The black man in the suit shrugged. "It was your people here who invited me over, not me. I'm a guest, but you lack the most basic respect for a guest. I think I should give you a little punishment, so that you can escape from the absurd whirlpool of racial discrimination.
I should come to save your arrogance and prejudice. "
Two black flame symbols appeared between the man's eyebrows, and his whole body rippled with a black flame. This feeling was a bit like a replica of the Hell Knight.
However, when the black man put on his flame pose, he found that the Chinese standing in front of him suddenly disappeared, and then his whole body was lifted up.
So fast!
"Buzz!"
A layer of ice instantly descended, completely freezing the black man. The flames that had just appeared on his body were instantly extinguished, and only a wisp of green smoke rose from the top of his head.
"I used to know a black friend. He was a Chinese."
The man was still holding the black man up, but he stopped talking, as if he didn't know how to continue what he had just said. The black man's entire body was frozen, and he couldn't move at all. Only his eyes flickered with something called "Panic".
F * ck, I'm actually in the territory of the Chinese audience, and I'm telling a high-level audience that I want to save his arrogance and prejudice. F * ck! Fuck！
"Yes, his corpse also poked another friend of mine."
The man thought for a long time and said this. Then, he casually threw the black man out. The other party was smashed into a trash can on the side, and he wouldn't be able to get out before the ice melted.
Then, the man put on his sweatshirt and hat again and plugged in his headphones,
He continued his evening run,
All of this..,
Was just a small episode tonight.
