The street performance didn't last long — soon, the crowd dispersed, and it was nine o 'clock in the evening.
Cheng Yiran began to pack up the tools around him — he was not the only one performing. There were also several new friends he met in the rock bar by chance after coming to Fog City.
"Thank you so much, Will, for being willing to accompany me." Cheng Yiran came to Will, who was packing up the amplifier.
"You're welcome. Anyway, I have nothing to do at night." Will smiled.
"Did the police come to you today?" Cheng Yiran asked casually.
Last night, because of Will's call, he called the police, and the police went to the social work center later. After that, he made a recording at the scene and submitted some identity information, and then returned to the dormitory of the Music Academy.
"No." Will shook his head, a little puzzled, "Those guys didn't come again … It's strange. Later, I called the police and asked. They didn't seem to care about their own affairs, and even had a perfunctory attitude …"
"What about those guys who arrested you?"
Will still shook his head, "They haven't appeared yet."
"I see …" Cheng Yiran nodded, "You'd better be careful. Where are you going next? Do you want to go to the music bar for a while? Call them? "
Cheng Yiran looked at Will's companion, who was also a member of Will's punk band and his colleague in the social work center.
"No, I have to go back to the center later … It was a bit messy last night, and some places haven't been cleaned up yet."
"Then I'll go and help." Cheng Yiran smiled, "Take it as a thank you for accompanying me tonight?"
"Oh! That's great. Cheng, can you cook some fried noodles for me while you're at it? I really love your Chinese food! "The companion next to him hurriedly shouted happily.
Will shook his head helplessly, and then looked at the guitar bag Cheng Yiran was carrying — he had been carrying this guitar bag with him all the time, even when he came to the social work center after calling the police last night.
Cheng Yiran had been carrying a guitar all the time. In fact, Cheng Yiran had never taken it out to play — Will was even sometimes curious whether the guitar in the guitar bag was a guitar.
In today's street performance, Cheng Yiran carried it with him, and at the same time, he carried an extra one for the performance.
Will once curiously asked Cheng Yiran about the guitar that he never took it out.
He just smiled and said that he wasn't ready yet. He didn't have enough weight to pick it up.
What was the preparation to pick up a guitar?
Of course, Will didn't understand, but without a doubt, he was a person who respected the privacy of others, so he was only curious and didn't ask further.
"Speaking of which, aren't there a little too many police cars tonight?" Cheng Yiran watched a police car roar past … In his memory, there were about three police cars passing by in the last fifteen minutes.
"Speaking of which, it seems so?" Will was stunned.
Suddenly, a child walked to Cheng Yiran's side and gave him an envelope, saying that someone asked him to deliver it … Cheng Yiran was secretly curious. He opened the envelope and saw that it was a card.
— — [You Can Fly]
There was no signature, just a few words of encouragement … The three words on the card seemed so monotonous.
He couldn't help but be startled.
"What's wrong, Cheng?" Will asked curiously, "Who sent it to you?"
Cheng Yiran let Will take a look, then shook his head and said, "Probably a good person who encourages others."
Denial, slander, cursing … there were all kinds of things.
There were very few people who were willing to encourage a stranger.
…
Receiving a card of encouragement from a stranger made Cheng Yiran happier than when he attracted a lot of people during the performance.
Even, under Will's curious gaze, Cheng Yiran opened the zipper of the guitar bag that he never took out in front of him for the first time and put in the card of encouragement.
They talked and laughed, and soon came to the door of the social work center — here, Will saw a guy who surprised him.
He was wearing a black jacket and was leaning against the motorcycle, looking around …
"Mr. Klein?" Will was very curious as to why this' Motorcycle Rider 'would visit … and from the looks of it, he seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.
The person waiting outside the social work center was indeed Knight Klein, who was ordered to rest in the knight organization.
"I happen to be free today. I thought of the child yesterday and was a little worried, so I wanted to come and see." Klein quickly explained his reason.
That was the truth — because of his superior, Mr. Gareth's order, Klein was unable to participate in any action of the knight organization.
But he was a person who couldn't stay idle … he couldn't just put on a red and blue mesh tights and transform into a superhero in a movie to fight crime.
As a knight, he had always disdained to deceive others.
"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Will couldn't help but sigh.
"What happened?" Klein frowned, his intuition told him that something had happened.
"Actually …"
…
"A pair of siblings? And wearing a black windbreaker … "
After listening to Will's description, Klein seemed to have thought of something subconsciously, but he didn't confirm it. "Will, can you tell me in detail the specific characteristics of those guys?"
"How should I say … it feels like a gang, but it doesn't really look like one. Because I remember they said that after the matter was done, they wouldn't appear in front of me again … I also feel strange."
Will even said that the attitude of the police was perfunctory.
This made Klein even more convinced that Will might have met a member of the knight organization last night … but why did they want to catch a child?
Siblings …
Could it be … one of the orcs who went missing at the dock yesterday?
Klein couldn't help but feel annoyed when he thought that he might have missed an orc who went missing in the incident … Sure enough, he was still too young.
"Hey, you guys stop chatting." Will's colleague suddenly asked, "Will, besides us, who else is going to be on duty tonight? Why is the light inside on? "
In fact, it was only one of the rooms in the center that was lit up … Just as everyone subconsciously looked at it, the door of the room suddenly closed.
Vaguely, they seemed to see a figure hurriedly flashing by.
"Could it be the people who caused the destruction last night?" Cheng Yiran said subconsciously.
"This …" Will opened his mouth.
"I'll go take a look." Surprisingly, Klein said quickly, and without waiting for anyone's reaction, he directly jumped up the wall next to the door …
Yes, he jumped up, it was similar to the climbing of parkour, but it was obviously more relaxed.
"Cool …" His colleague was amazed.
Will could only hurriedly open the door … This' motorcycle rider ', is there something wrong with his brain?
…
In the dark corridor, Klein tried his best to soften his footsteps, and at the same time, he tried his best to listen to all the sounds … He really did feel that someone was hiding here.
"Come out, I already know where you are, there is no need to hide."
He tried to make a sound to make the other party nervous. However, Klein didn't notice that there was a pair of amber eyes looking at him from the beam of the dark corridor.
Suddenly, the owner of the amber-colored eyes pounced on the young knight from behind.
Klein felt the approaching danger, and at the critical moment, he turned around and crossed his hands in front of his body … He only felt a huge force hit him, and he had no choice but to quickly retreat.
In the corridor, he only saw a blurry black shadow, which was constantly jumping … Klein was secretly shocked, this time he really met an inhuman.
His arm bones were faintly aching … He was injured by the group of demons yesterday and hadn't recovered yet.
But at this time, he didn't have time to report to the knight mechanism and ask for backup … He could only face the danger head-on. Klein quickly adjusted his breathing, and concentrated on observing the movements of the agile black shadow.
But at this time … a bang sounded.
The corridor was instantly lit up as if it was daytime — the first thing Klein saw was a girl, who was currently raising her arm high — but the moment the light was turned on, the girl's arm suddenly stopped.
"What are you doing?"
When the light was turned on, the girl stopped her attack, and Will's puzzled voice was heard.
The next moment, the girl quickly retreated all the way to Will's front … Klein was about to shout for her to be careful, but he was stunned by the girl's next move.
He saw that the girl didn't want to attack Will. Instead, she stood in front of Will and looked at him with a fierce and vigilant expression … Rather than saying that she wanted to hurt Will, it was more accurate to say that she wanted to protect him.
"Who can tell me what is going on …"
Cheng Yiran was the last to arrive with a confused face. She looked at the scene in front of her, and then she also looked at the girl who was posing. When she was about to say something, she saw a swinging tail behind the girl. "… Things, things …"
This tail … is real?
…
…
"Mr. Chen, what are you doing?"
In the corridor — to be exact, in the corridor outside the presidential suite of the Song Dynasty Hotel in Fog City, Peter Chan, who was in charge of receiving him this time, was sneakily sticking his ear to the door, as if he was eavesdropping.
"Don't be noisy, I'm listening! I'm listening … "Peter Chan suddenly closed his mouth, because he recognized the voice that asked him the question." Master Qiu! Good evening! The moonlight tonight is so beautiful, ahahahaha … "
"The moonlight tonight is indeed very beautiful." Luoqiu nodded and casually looked out of the window. "Then, Mr. Chen, what did you hear?"
"Uh … this …" Peter Chan quickly said, "Listen to the movement of the rats! Master Qiu, you don't know, today is our hotel's anti-rat day … You don't know, these rats are very smart, I don't know what they eat to grow up! "
"I see …" Luoqiu smiled and nodded. "Do you want to go in?"
"No, I'll just listen … Yes, I've listened! Master Qiu, don't worry, there is absolutely no problem with your room. It's very hygienic and safe! "
At the same time, Peter Chan didn't hurry to move aside and made a gesture of inviting him in warmly … However, he was quite confused. He didn't see Master Qiu go out all day, so why did he suddenly come back from outside?
And his female companion also came back, and it seemed like she just came back from shopping.
But in the afternoon, didn't the cleaner say that she saw the two of them sunbathing on the balcony of the suite?
"Thank you." Luoqiu smiled and nodded. He directly swiped the door card and walked into the room with Miss Maid.
"If you have any orders, just let me know! Master Qiu! I'm here 24 hours a day. "
"Thank you … But I think, Mr. Chen, it's better for you to rest."
"No trouble, no trouble …" Peter Chan hurriedly smiled apologetically … But in his mind, he was thinking about what happened when he reported the information to Miss Ying last night.
Last night …
…
"What, a sexy women's sailor suit in a smaller size? Did he really want this? "
Song Ying, who was applying a facial mask, suddenly opened her mouth and the mask fell off. She muttered in disbelief, "I didn't know … That woman looks so dignified, but she actually knows how to seduce men, tut."
"Miss Ying? Miss Ying? What are you talking about? "
"Oh … No! You did well, Chen … Peter Chan, right? Well, you did very well, keep up the good work. " Ying put on a new mask, and then said casually, "I want to know what they said, what they ate, what they did, and how long they did it, the more detailed the better, okay?"
"Okay, okay … How long did they do it?"
"Just do it, don't talk so much nonsense."
"Yes, yes, yes …"
…
The door of the room closed slowly, and Peter Chan's thoughts were pulled back from the video call last night … Then, he happily approached the door and put his ear to it.
Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened. Peter Chan felt his ear was burned by something fiercely, and he immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Miss Maid was standing outside the door, holding a kettle used to boil water. She then covered her mouth in 'surprise', "Mr. Chen, why are you still here … Did I hurt you? The water is cold, I was going to throw it away. "
"It hurts … It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's okay, hahaha, it's okay." Peter Chan forced himself to smile.
But in his heart, he was crazily complaining.
This is the hotel's presidential suite, miss. Are you kidding me by coming out to pour water?
And the water is boiling, how can you say it's cold?!
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