Comprehensive film and television: Start by attacking Li Lianhua

Hangzhou, the entrance of Wushanju

A man in black clothes, wearing a hood and carrying a big knife on his back stood at the door and looked inside. He had no intention of going in, then turned around and left silently.

Not long after he left, a man wearing a black leather jacket and black sunglasses stood in the same place, glanced at the plaque at the door, and then quickly followed the man in front.

I don't know how long I followed him, but the man with black sunglasses took out a mobile phone from his pocket and said to the other end of the phone: "You have to pay more for this job~"

A female voice rang out from the other side: "Double it!"

The corner of Hei Xiazi's mouth showed a smile: "Yes."

Just as he put away his phone and prepared to catch up, it rang again. Hei Xiazi glanced at the caller ID, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he answered the phone while walking: "What kind of wind is this, blowing our Baoer here."

There was another girl on the other side: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to do next?!"

Hei Xia Zi probably couldn't believe that the person opposite him would say that. He put the phone in front of him and carefully confirmed the number, "Why do you care about Hei Ye?!"

When he was sure that he had not recognized the wrong person, Hei Xia Zi put on his usual nonchalant smile again.

The woman's voice was flat: "Hurry up and tell me, or I'll kill you next time."

Hei Xia Zi smiled helplessly. If he hadn't been sure that this man didn't have the same tattoo as that one, he would have wondered if these two people had some kind of relationship.

Hei Xia Zi changed his habit of asking for money for everything he did, and told the other party where he was going: "Golmud, Qinghai, foreigners are grabbing Lamas!"

As soon as he said this, Hei Xia Zi saw the figure in front of him disappear around the corner. Without saying hello, he hung up the phone and followed.

Little did he know that as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure flying towards him. Hei Xia Zi dodged immediately and the two of them started fighting.

Hei Xia Zi exchanged a few moves with the man in front of him, then stuffed the thing into his pocket and walked away.

He believed that the man would come to him soon.

When Zhang Qilin found Hei Xia Zi, Hei Xia Zi was giving a massage at his blind massage stall. The key point was that he was massaging the person lying down so hard that he was screaming like a ghost.

Hei Xia Zi: "Uncle, looking at your body, you are 70, right?"

The man rolled his eyes at Hei Xia Zi and said, "Nonsense, I'm only 28 this year. Enough, enough, your technique is not good enough! I don't want you to press it anymore."

As he said this, the man threw down a piece of money, hissed, touched the place where he was pressed, and left.

Hei Xiazi picked up the money and smiled. He made another profit, but before he could feel happy, he felt someone sitting next to him.

The smile on Hei Xia Zi's face did not change. He put the money into his pocket. As soon as he turned around, he felt the man's fist in front of him. Hei Xia Zi did not avoid it. Then the man put a business card in front of him, but still did not speak.

Hei Xia Zi was already used to Zhang Qilin's dumb behavior. Although this person had lost his memory and had forgotten himself, some of his habits had not changed.

Still the same lines: "In Golmud, Qinghai, foreigners are sandwiched between lamas."

Zhang Qilin glanced at the man, then turned around and prepared to leave. He had just taken a step when he heard the man behind him calling him to stop. Zhang Qilin turned around and heard the man say, "Would you like to experience a genuine blind massage? The price is affordable~"

The young man rolled his eyes at the man and then turned and left.

From Hei Xiazi's perspective, Zhang Qilin looked at him with a wooden face and left.

Hei Xia Zi whistled: "It's still the same as before. But why would they be looking for him over there?"

Although Hei Xia Zi was confused, the message had already been given, and he thought he would know the answer soon.

"My name is Wuxie, I live in Hangzhou," Wuxie swallowed, "Wushanju next to Xiling Seal Society on Hefang Street~~~I am now in the Golmud Sanatorium in Qinghai. If you are lucky enough to pick it up~~~and see the video inside~~please give it to me~ ...

A handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was moving carefully inside with a camera in his backhand. From time to time, he would look back vigilantly.

At this moment, his face looked pale, as if covered by a thin layer of frost and snow, completely bloodless. On his smooth forehead, there were dense, needle-like tiny water droplets, clustered together like crystal clear pearls. These small water droplets kept seeping out, slowly sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, and instantly disappeared without a trace.

He had a strange feeling in his heart, as if there was always a pair of eyes silently watching him from behind. This feeling made his hair stand on end, but when he suddenly looked back, he found that there was no one behind him. So he could only bite the bullet and continue to move forward, while holding the video equipment in his hand, whispering to the camera about his current situation.

Wu Xie took slow and heavy steps, walking upward step by step. With every step, he could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly, as if the whole world was shaking. The surrounding environment was unusually quiet, so quiet that it made people a little scared. Only his light footsteps and the occasional sound of the wind broke the silence.

Suddenly, in the silence, a creepy and strange voice sounded without any warning. The voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, with an indescribable gloom and horror that made people feel cold. Then, there was another faint and fragmented singing voice, like the low singing of a ghost: "The eighteenth day of the first lunar month... an auspicious day... sorghum is carried~~· red dress is carried~~~ one foot of hatred~~ hurriedly cut~~" The singing was intermittent, sometimes clearly audible, and sometimes as weak as a candle in the wind, as if it would be swallowed by the darkness at any time. Every note is like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of a person, making the heart tremble involuntarily. (Don't argue, the scene requires it, and you are right if you argue. I apologize~)

When the voice suddenly sounded, Wu Xie felt a chill running up his spine and spreading all over his body in an instant. He was so frightened that he could hardly move, and his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Wu Xie opened his eyes wide and scanned his surroundings in horror. However, what horrified him was that despite his careful observation, he did not see a single figure.