Chapter 115

Feng Lang and the others did not receive the message from "Hell" about the death of the gambler.

They were still resting in the rented courtyard in the alley of pimps and discussing their next course of action.

Meanwhile, River of Forgetfulness was having fun in the Merry Forest Casino with an unwilling Wang Quan.

Wang Quan's face was cold. "Is this the night activity you mentioned?"

"Aha! 30,000! Hoot! Give me the money, give me the money! "

Forget Chuan turned around and smiled while playing mahjong. "Yes, there are several beauties playing mahjong with us and we can win money. Isn't this exciting, Quan Ge?"

Wang Quan: "Then what you mean by fighting till dawn and my waist can't take it …"

"Playing mahjong till dawn, and sitting for a whole night, how can my waist not be tired?"

Wang Quan: "…"

So disappointing!

"Then you play by yourself, I'm leaving."

Wang Quan turned around and was about to leave.

"Where do you want to go?"

Forget Chuan asked.

"I'm going to walk around the streets."

Wang Quan answered casually without looking back.

"But … I said not to go out at night, Mr. Wang ~"

Wang Quan turned around abruptly and saw the person sitting at the mahjong table … It was not Forget Chuan!

She was clearly An Wanying!

She was wearing a red sleeveless cheongsam with black cloud patterns on it.

But this time the side slit reached her crotch and there was a heart-shaped opening on her chest.

When she turned sideways, Wang Quan could see her long legs and her cleavage.

Well, there was also the rope knot exposed from the slit on her long legs.

Hmm?

Rope knot?

Wang Quan thought about it and felt that he would be 404, but he did not want to describe it.

"Miss An, where is Forget Chuan?"

Wang Quan looked around.

The three cheongsam girls who were playing mahjong with her were still playing as usual.

The other tables were also playing mahjong as usual, no different from before.

It seemed that they did not notice that Forget Chuan had suddenly changed into another person.

"Forget Chuan, there is no such person …" Miss An touched her chin with her index finger and winked at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan was expressionless, "Where is the gambler, is he dead?"

According to the plot in horror movies, the one acting alone would be the first to be unlucky.

It was the gambler before and now it was his turn.

Forget Chuan was most likely to be dead.

"Ah, he is already dead." Miss An still had a gentle smile on her face. "I can't help it. It's his fault for making you unhappy. Mr. Wang, all the guys you hate will die."

Dead … Wang Quan gave a business-like smile. "Miss An, what can I do for you?"

"It's just that I'm a little worried that you're not home yet." Miss An was gentle and considerate. "It's not safe outside at night."

"I see … thank you for your concern. Be careful! "Wang Quan suddenly paused and looked behind Miss An.

Miss An subconsciously turned around, but there was nothing behind her.

When she turned around again, she could only see Wang Quan's back as he ran out of the door.

"Mr Wang … You are so cute ~"

…

The air was tearing and his lungs were burning!

Wang Quan felt that he could not run as fast as he was now when he took the 1000m high school entrance examination!

What a joke!

Stay there and wait for death!

He could tell that this woman, An Wanying, had been playing with him all along!

The gambler acted alone and died.

Forget Chuan and him were probably both dead now.

Wouldn't he be next?

He should hurry back to Feng Lang and the rest. By then, he could only run faster than them. Moreover, according to the superpower he made up, they would most likely protect him.

When he returned to the courtyard, he pushed open the door, "Forget Chuan met the monster from An Residence! He will stay there to cover the retreat! Let's hurry and run! "

Feng Lang and the rest were sitting around the stone table, discussing something.

They did not respond to Wang Quan's words.

"What's going on with Forget Chuan and Wang Quan? Why can't we contact them? "

"And the gambler, he can't be contacted either."

"But 'Hell' didn't send any news, the gambler and Forget Chuan should still be alive."

They were discussing all sorts of things with serious expressions.

But it was as if they did not see Wang Quan.

Wang Quan frowned slightly and walked over to pat Feng Lang's shoulder.

But just as his hand touched Feng Lang's shoulder, Feng Lang fell down.

Feng Lang, who fell on the ground, kept repeating the words above.

And the rest had already changed to "Ah ba ba ba …"

Wang Quan felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Mr Wang, what a coincidence ~"

Wang Quan turned around and the door of the house opened. Miss An walked out slowly in a black cheongsam with red veins on it. She covered the lower half of her face with a folding fan.

Her eyes were curved and full of a gentle smile.

Wang Quan turned and ran.

…

Running out of the courtyard, Wang Quan took out the map that he had secretly prepared yesterday and ran in the direction of the train station.

He felt that he was running even faster than before!

He ran all the way to the train station and only stopped to catch his breath.

After catching his breath, he looked around.

The old train station was naturally incomparable to the future.

But wasn't this place a little too shabby?

There was moss everywhere and the vines were breeding on the tracks.

Moreover, there were no dispatchers or station staff, so it was naturally impossible for there to be passengers.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. A breeze blew.

Wang Quan could not help but feel the urge to pee — it was really uncomfortable to hold it in all the way.

He found a place to pee, and when he came back after fertilizing the moss, he began to fear.

He did not have time to think about it just now.

Now that he thought about it carefully, it was equivalent to saying that from the first night, when Miss An's voice appeared in his ears, he and Feng Lang and the others had already been under Miss An's control.

But until today, it had only been less than two days.

He was an ordinary person, an ordinary person who often did not exercise and was in a sub-healthy state.

When he went for a physical examination, the doctor said that his physical condition was similar to that of a forty-year-old, and that early death was inevitable.

He was so scared that he hurried to get medicine.

When he came back, he found that the doctor and the person behind him said the same thing …

Sigh, his legs felt like lead.

He looked around.

There was a dispatch booth a little further away, about the size of the parking lot security room he had seen in his own world. It was only a few square meters.

There was a bench next to the dispatch booth.

He walked over and sat down, took out a cigarette, and was about to light it when he heard the door of the dispatch booth next to him open, and Miss An's gentle voice:

"It's impolite to smoke in front of a lady, Mr. Wang ~"

The unlit cigarette in Wang Quan's mouth fell to the ground. He did not hesitate and scrambled away from the dispatch booth.

Miss An gently covered her cherry lips with her folding fan, watching his back with eyes as gentle as water.

"Mr. Wang … you are still so cute ~"

…

It was just the beginning of summer, and the Huangpu River was still cool.

That's right! A cunning rabbit has three burrows!

He, Wang Zhong, had already prepared many escape plans to leave Shanghai!

If "Hellwalker" and Miss An could not help him go back, or even find a way to Shanghai, then he would leave Shanghai!

As long as he was alive, there would always be a way!

Even if there was no way in the end, he could only survive in this world.

After making up his mind, Wang Quan dragged his lead-like heavy legs toward the dock.

There was no one at the dock, but Wang Quan did not care about that.

He looked around for a boat.

The kind that could leave immediately.

But all the boats were anchored and covered with reddish-brown rust. It was obvious that they had not been maintained for a long time.

At this moment, a boat with a black awning floated toward the shore.

When it reached the shore, a beautiful woman in a cheongsam walked out of the black awning.

"All encounters in this world are reunions after a long separation. Mr. Wang, do you believe this sentence ~ "

Wang Quan was too lazy to run.

The main thing was that he could not run at all, and he really could not run anymore.

He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a Hibiscus King, and put it in his mouth. The flint on the Zippo chrome-plated lighter emitted sparks, making his face flush.

He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and slowly puffed out a melancholy smoke ring.

"Miss An, can't you just let me go like a fart?"