Nightclubs have an end, dreams eventually wake up, and every life will eventually move towards the same end at different steps.
In the early morning, under the gray sky, in the deserted streets, a man wearing a shabby yellow coat and a peaked cap deliberately lowered so that no one could see his face was striding forward with his head buried in the cold morning wind. walking forward.
Regardless of the fact that the weather at this time is so gloomy that it makes people want to find a hole to bury themselves, the attire of this man in a yellow coat alone makes people unable to even take a second look.
But the strange thing is that in such weather, behind such a man who gives the impression that even if he is not a beggar, there is a slightly short figure following him from a distance.
How could anyone be so full that they could follow such a person in this kind of weather? Such a thing sounds like nonsense, if not fantasy.
But what is surprising is that the slightly short figure behind the man in the yellow coat is indeed following him. Not only is he following him, but he has followed him for a long distance.
If this scene were to be normal, even if it would not attract attention, it would definitely make people curious. However, it is a pity that except for these two figures, there are no other pedestrians on the street at this time. Even if there are, under the influence of this gloomy weather, Probably no one would want to take a second look at them.
Under the frozen gray sky, after crossing three streets, the man in a yellow coat seemed to notice someone following him, and suddenly quickened his pace and ran towards the alley not far away. .
The short figure following behind him couldn't help but be startled when he saw this, but then he used all his strength to chase the man who had disappeared into the alleyway.
"Bang" Just as the slightly short man ran into the alley with all his strength, he seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and his blood was boiling in front of his eyes.
And at the moment when his eyes were dazzled and his ears were ringing, he felt as if he was being put into a pocket, and his vision suddenly became dark.
The slightly shorter man did not struggle, just because of the cold touch on his neck that made him shiver all over.
Knife, some things can be clearly perceived even without looking at them.
"Don't move."
At the same time as the cold voice came, the slightly shorter man could only nod his head cautiously.
The moment the yellow coat wrapped around the short man was loosened, the short man was immediately able to return from the darkness, but the man in the yellow coat did not give him any time to feel the friendly light.
The elbow twisted in the severe stinging pain, and the next moment the slightly shorter man was hit hard against the cold wall.
"Tell me, who asked you to come!"
"I" The slightly short man leaned against the wall with a twisted expression as his arms were stretched to the limit.
"Quickly tell me! Is it Namjoon!" For some reason, when the cold voice said the word Namjoon through gritted teeth, a hint of joy suddenly rose in the slightly short man's eyes.
"Brother Dao you are really Brother Dao" While the slightly short man said these words with great difficulty, he could already feel that the blade close to his neck had become a little looser.
"Brother Daoit's meXiao Liu"
"Xiao Liu?" A low cry sounded, and at the same time, the blade gradually moved away from Xiao Liu's neck, and Xiao Liu's arm, which was twisted to the limit as if it was stuck in an iron hoop, gradually became able to move.
However, just when Xiao Liu calmed down and exhaled, the blade once again pressed more intimately against Xiao Liu's aorta, and his arm tightened again as if it would break at any time.
"Very well, I have something to ask you."
"Knife" Xiaoliu's exclamation was immediately interrupted by the nearly breaking pain from his arm before he could even utter a exclamation.
"I ask you why you were there that day."
The Brother Dao mentioned by Xiao Liu is naturally Han Dao, Han Zhui¡¯s younger brother, and the reason why he knew that Xiao Liu was present that day was because one of the store clerks on the day of the incident had met Xiao Liu.
"I just went tocongratulate"
"Congratulations?" Xiao Dao's hand exerted force, and Xiao Liu was sweating profusely in pain. Then he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Tell me! Do you have a part in this?"
"Xiao Liu seemed to understand what Xiao Dao was talking about. After hearing this, he couldn't help but care whether it hurt or not. He said with fear: "Brother Dao you misunderstood listen to me"
"Misunderstanding?" A trace of confusion flashed through Xiaodao's bloodshot eyes.Doubtful, it took him a while before he gritted his teeth and said in a painful voice: "Okay! I'll give you a chance to explain."
I don¡¯t know whether it was because Xiao Liu saved him once, or because Xiao Dao didn¡¯t put Xiao Liu in front of him. When he finished saying this, he slowly let go of Xiao Liu¡¯s arm.
"Turn around, slowly, don't play any tricks on me!"
The knife was still pressed tightly against Xiao Liu's throat, and Xiao Liu could only cover his trembling wrist and use the knife to turn around very slowly.
And the moment Xiao Liu turned around to look at the knife, he couldn't help but be stunned, because the knife in front of him was filled with a violent energy that seemed to be enough to devour a person.
"Brother Dao"
"You'd better speak quickly before my patience runs out."
This was not a threat. In Dao Zi¡¯s gloomy and bloodshot pupils, Xiao Liu could clearly sense the actual murderous intention.
"II'm innocent." Fearing that Dao Zi would lose his patience, Xiao Liu hurriedly continued after saying this: "I arrived early that day so I could come back. Later, when Brother Han finished his work, he said he would take me there. I met two people, and later I found out that those two people were Namjoon and Ye Zi.¡±
Xiaoliu carefully observed Dao Zi¡¯s expression. He didn¡¯t want to say anything that would irritate Dao Zi. After all, the knife in Dao Zi¡¯s hand could cut his throat with just one touch.
"Go on."
Xiao Liu swallowed his saliva gently and said slowly: "Then I got a little drunk and went to the toilet, but when I went back, I heard Nam Joon Jung and Brother Han arguing loudly in the room. Wear something."
How could Han Zhui have a dispute with Namjoon? Isn't this impossible even if you think about it? However, Xiao Dao's uncertain expression has told Xiao Liu, and he has gradually begun to believe his words. After all, the matter has been firmly under his control before it started. hands.