Sleeper

Case Fourteen: Yifeng

Age: 25

Occupation: unknown

Sleep Difficulty: Three Stars

Background Music: HonorHim (Movie Soundtrack)

As night fell, Bai Yan came to a newly built central park in a certain city center as promised.

The top of his head was chilled by the wind, and he glanced sideways from the corner of his eye, and he knew that someone was following him behind him.Someone accidentally pulled his long hair from behind. He bowed, took two quick steps back, grabbed the man's arm, lifted him up and rotated 360 degrees, and threw him heavily on the ground. superior.

Seeing this, the man's accomplices rushed up from all directions and surrounded him.Bai Zhe hit the bone under the right rib of one person with an uppercut, closed his eyes with a straight fist and hit another person's eyebrow, and kicked the third person's knee joint sideways with his leg, which made the three people scream.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, really underestimating this sleeper.People who are gentle on the surface are not necessarily easy to bully.

"Boss, didn't you say that this sleeper is so good at fighting? Look at our brothers, we can't even stand up, what should we do?" said a man with a more handsome face in the gang.

"What else can I do, cold salad! A group of useless things, all go back," the boss of the gang had already said, and the crowd dispersed in a blink of an eye, leaving only a few people around.

The boss of this gang, surnamed Yi Mingfeng, has just taken over his father's business, doing some shady business.

"I didn't expect you to be quite skilled. Do you want to fight me?" Yi Feng walked in front of Bai Yan, arms folded, majestic.

Bai Zhe glanced at him, found the suitcase that he threw to the bushes in a hurry just now, grabbed it and walked away: "Mr. Yi invited me to sleep, is that how he entertains guests?"

Yifeng stepped forward and quickly grabbed his arm, and turned in one direction: "Where are you going? This way, my house is here."

"I'm curious about you, I've heard of you a long time ago," he continued, "You don't know how difficult it is for you to make appointments, and you don't take every order. I made an appointment several times before I got one."

Bai Yan patted his sleeves and remained silent.

"You look better than the photo, and your facial features have been corrected."

"What photo?" Bai Yan was puzzled.

"Those photos on the Internet."

"Is there a picture of me online?"

"Yes, you don't know, do you?"

Bai Yan frowned, reckoning it was a candid shot.

"You are so skilled, do you want to ask me for help?" Yifeng said again.

Bai Yan turned his head to look at him: "Mr. Yi, you invited me here, you didn't come to put me to sleep, did you?"

These words are really clear, but the other party ignores it: "Bai Yan, you are not angry, are you? Your stomach is so small."

"It's here, it's here, don't worry, it won't cause you any trouble this time."

The two entered the room while chatting.

"Where did you learn martial arts? Do you have any apprentices?" Yi Feng was very curious.

"Sorry, no comment," Bai Yan said.

"Okay, here's my room, tell me what I'm going to do."

"Just lie down and rest as usual."

"But I'm not sleepy," Yifeng took off his clothes and jumped onto the bed.

"Then I'll play light music for you, and gradually you will feel sleepy."

"What music?"

"Have you seen the movie 'Gladiator'?"

"No," Yifeng shook his head.

"It's the soundtrack in this movie, it's called "HonorHim", listen to it."

"Well, if you are willing to accept my business card, I will listen."

"Where is the business card? I just accept it," Bai Yan said.

"Get me a pen and a piece of paper and I'll write right now."

Bai Yan smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll get it for you right now."

The other party also smiled back at him: "You are not angry anymore, are you? Then will you contact me in the future?"

Bai Yan looked at him, thought for a while and said, "I'll talk about the future."

Bai Yan has always been a loner, in fact he has no friends at all.

Looking at the sleeping face in front of him, he couldn't help but tighten the small note in his hand.