The Devil of the Walking Street

48.

Renault's eyes looked ahead faintly, and Hadley suddenly realized that the man's emotions had always been floating on the shallow layer of the lake, and only when he looked at the boy in his arms would he be filled with overwhelming nostalgia.

The winter night wind is icy cold and blows in swiftly.

With a sudden light in his arms, Lei Nuo woke up from his daze. He withstood the sharp whirlwind blowing up from the demon, and rushed forward desperately, but he could barely pull off a piece of broken clothes.

In the car just now, the thick windbreaker that Lan Ming put on rolled and fell from the air.

when?

How long has he been awake?

How much of what Virgil had said had he heard?

Isn't it cold with only a pair of thin pajama pants on?

Many questions flashed through his mind, and he couldn't separate his energy to think about it. Lei Nuo just stared blankly at the little devil flying higher and higher, and lost his language ability in an instant.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout something, but he could only make some inexplicable noises weakly.

At that time, he realized that the depression that had been forcibly ignored all the time, which was so exhausting, would suddenly fall all at once, and it was so dull that it made people collapse.

overwhelmed.

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to kill the other party, and it was over since then.

Lan Ming flew unsteadily, and the vague figure in the night sky drew an "S" shape, and accidentally bumped into the office building that almost blended into the night.

"..."

Although they were far away, Lei Nuo felt that he was still in his imagination and heard a "boom".The man rushed out, leaving Wei Ji with a bewildered face and Hadley who had just finished making a phone call for her, standing in the cold wind and looking at each other.

The man rushed out in a hurry for a few seconds, but slowly slowed down, changed from running to walking, and then stood still.

He kept looking up at the sky, and saw that figure staggeringly flew up again, gradually blending into the night.

No regrets.

Raynor felt like an idiot.

An idiot who has been an idiot for more than ten years and will continue to be an idiot.

49.

When Lan Ming slammed into the attic through the wide open window, Swell, who was on the phone, quickly caught him, preventing him from hitting the wooden floor of the attic like a rocket.

"How did I fly in directly because of you!" Swell felt that his soul was going to be scared out, and he hurriedly looked out of the window, even though from this angle he could only see the uneven European-style roofs of the pedestrian street.The man wanted to help the limp little devil up, but found that the other was like a piece of overcooked noodles, limp and boneless.

In desperation, Swell had to bend down slightly, and then hugged Lan Ming, who was not light, and sat down on the sofa in this awkward posture: "Has anyone noticed you... Be good, put Take the wings back, okay? The tea table will be crushed by you..."

Panting heavily in his arms, Lan Ming gradually calmed down his beating heart, and slowly retracted his wings.

Swell placed him on the sofa, went to the room and brought him his own coat, and poured two cups of hot water by the way.

The insulation effect of the water glass is good, so even though the water in the glass is steaming white, the smooth wall of the glass is still cold, Swell covered it by himself, and after a while, he handed it to the little devil's cold hands.

Seeing him like this, Siweier was a little worried: "Is it still cold?"

Lan Ming shook his head, but the man carefully noticed the slight trembling under the coat.

Swell's heart softened, and he directly hugged the boy into his arms.

Lan Ming did not resist, but found a more comfortable position to lean against, and then looked at the opposite side eagerly: "The air conditioner."

Swell: "..."

50.

As he wished, Swell turned on the air conditioner extravagantly, and Lan Ming heaved a sigh of satisfaction.

Swell had a lot to ask, but when he saw his mobile phone on the coffee table, he suddenly remembered one important thing: "Did you see a girl?"

Lan Ming was taken aback: "What?"

"She seems to have been looking for Renault and the others, so I contacted her and asked her to rescue you..." Svir paused: "If you are taken away by Renault and the others."

The little devil lowered his head and remained silent.

"Sent her a message... I haven't responded to the text message, and I haven't called. You are back now, so I want to ask..."

"Almost dying."

The little devil interrupted Swell's next words.

The young man's voice should have been clear and pleasant, but at the moment it was a bit depressed: "I was not very sober at the time, and it was too late to save her..."

"...It doesn't matter!" Swell comforted the kind-hearted little devil: "Mandela has a saying - if it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then don't illuminate other people."

Lan Ming: "That's not the original sentence..."

Swell: "Hey, the original sentence deviates from my topic expression."

The man yawned: "Besides, people are going to seek revenge—the girl's brother was killed three years ago, and it seems to be related to Lei Nuo and the others."

"Three years ago?!" Lan Ming suddenly turned his head, his expression seemed a little terrified and mixed with a trace of unknown expectation.

Swell was taken aback by his big reaction: "It seems to be, you know?"

"Her, what's her name? No, what's her brother's name?" Lan Ming asked anxiously, even with his slender devil tail shaking uncomfortably from side to side.

"Call...call...she seems to be...Qi Wei..." Swell recalled, looking at Lan Ming's suddenly pale face with some strangeness: "Brother looks like his name is Qi Yun, and he seems to have been bitten by a vampire."

[Did anyone see the next brainstorming vote on the catalog page QAQ? 】

original:

If the sky is always dark, then live in darkness;

If it is dangerous to make a sound, keep silent;

If you feel powerless to shine, then don't shine on others.

But—don't justify darkness when you're used to it;

Don't be complacent about your own troubles;

Don't mock those who are braver and hotter than yourself.

May be humbled like dust, not twisted like maggots.

- Nelson Mandela, "Long Walk"