No. 07, District Nine

Chu Huan left alone, and no one saw him off. Before boarding the plane, he turned his head and turned his thousands of thoughts into a sigh, and then left the city where he had lived for 19 years without looking back.

In addition to a box of clothes, Chu Huan also brought a card. The card was a legacy left to him by his mother before her death, a total of [-] million.

As soon as he got off the plane, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked up to him, and his every move revealed the word "self-cultivation". The man smiled when he saw Chu Huan, bent slightly to take the luggage in Chu Huan's hand, and looked at Chu Huan. Chu Huan said softly: "Are you the young master?"

Chu Huan stared blankly at the man, then stretched out his hand: "My name is Chu Huan."

"I know." The man took off his gloves, shook Chu Huan's hand, and put on the gloves again: "I am the driver of the Chu family, and my surname is Zhang. You can call me Uncle Zhang, and I will be in charge from now on." Pick up the young master."

Chu Huan nodded, not rejecting what the man said at all, as if everything was as it should be.

As soon as Chu Huan got into the car, Uncle Zhang turned his head slightly and asked, "Young master, shall we go directly to Chu's house?"

It's 'back', not 'go', as if I've said 'back' many times.

Chu Huan thought for a while, then shook his head: "No, I'm going to the Ninth District."

A trace of surprise flashed across Uncle Zhang's expression, but he soon calmed down: "Okay."

Chu Huan leaned his head against the car window, closed his eyes and rested. Although the car was driving fast, it was very stable and he didn't feel any bumps.

About half an hour later, Chu Huan felt the car slowly slowing down, and then stopped. Uncle Zhang said softly, "Young Master, we have arrived at the Ninth District."

Chu Huan slowly opened his eyes, adapting to the light, but found that it was noon, but there was no dazzling sunlight outside. Chu Huan opened the car door, stood on the land of District Nine, and looked around.

"It's so dark."

Obviously, when I got off the plane, I was still under the annoying sun, but when I arrived in District [-], it was pitch black, only the light sign at the entrance of the shop was shining faintly.

"District [-] is so dark all year round. The people who live here don't seem to like the sun very much." Uncle Zhang rolled down the car window and spoke to Chu Huan with a smile.

The content on the light board at the entrance of the store is explicit and naked to seduce people's most primitive desires. Chu Huan has been looking for the number he wants to see, and suddenly his eyes are fixed on a tall building not far away. What gorgeous neon lights, not even the first advertising slogan, just two numbers '07' hanging simply.

Uncle Zhang saw that Chu Huan was staring at that side all the time. He was nearly half a hundred years old, and he had never seen anyone. He had seen a lot of young people like Chu Huan who came straight to the Ninth District, so he didn't say anything, just smiled. , and asked, "Young Master, would you like me to write you a check?"

Holding the card in his hand, Chu Huan shook his head, but he kept staring at the building and refused to move away: "I'll go over there and have a look, you wait for me here."

"Okay, I'm going to park the car, just give me a call when you're done."

Chu Huan reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and stretched out his hand towards Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang smiled and took out his business card from the small groove on the side and handed it to Chu Huan, then watched him leave his sight.

Chu Huan walked all the way to the downstairs of Building 07, then took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Contrary to what he thought, the lobby was deserted. There were two men sitting at a table in the corner, kissing. The sounds of gasping and spitting echoed in the empty lobby.

After taking a look, Chu Huan went straight to the front desk. The computer that was turned on was emitting a faint light. A woman with coiled hair and glasses was sitting in front of the computer. She felt that someone was coming and looked up at Chu Huan. He lowered his head and tapped his fingers on the keyboard.

Chu Huan stood there for a long time but didn't see the woman paying attention to him, so he took the initiative to speak: "Hello...I...I want number 07."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of typing on the keyboard in the lobby suddenly stopped, and the two inseparable men in the corner also separated their intertwined lips and teeth, adjusted their breathing slightly, looked at Chu Huan, and the entire lobby was extremely quiet .

After the sound stopped, the strange atmosphere in the air flooded in like a flood, and Chu Huan was shocked. It seemed that something sticky overflowed from every corner and crevice of the room, like dark green unknown mucus, getting more and more More and more, surrounded Chu Huan's whole body, making him breathless and his back numb.

Finally, this suffocating feeling stopped the moment the woman spoke.

The woman looked at him for a long time, then lowered her head and tapped on the keyboard: "He hasn't woken up yet, if you want to wait, you can wait, we provide free coffee and cookies."

Chu Huan moved his stiff neck, as if he could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

He nodded, then turned around and found a seat far away from the two men and sat down.

Not long after, the sound of lips and teeth intersecting again came from the lobby, and it became louder and louder. The man's panting sound reached Chu Huan's ears without any hindrance.

I don't know how long it has passed, as if the time of execution has finally passed, Chu Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

The man who was the attacker kissed the recipient's forehead, then walked to the front desk, tapped the solid wood counter with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Wrap me a tissue."

The sound of the woman typing on the keyboard stopped again, and without raising her head, she took a pack of papers behind her and handed it to the man, then continued typing on the keyboard.

The man blew a kiss to the woman who hadn't looked at him so far, then bought two bottles of mineral water from the vending machine beside him, and walked to the original place.

Chu Huan turned his head and watched the man pull out a tissue, put some water on it, and then carefully wiped the sticky part of the man's body paralyzed on the sofa.

After the two of them cleaned up, Chu Huan also gradually calmed down, and continued to lean on the sofa and close his eyes to rest his mind. After an unknown amount of time, Chu Huan seemed to have fallen asleep, and vaguely heard a man's voice echoing in his ears: "Wake up, wake up."

Chu Huan opened his eyes abruptly, and saw the man who was the receiving party before sitting beside him, his pair of phoenix eyes were curved and beautiful: "Xiao Qi is awake, go up quickly."

It took Chu Huan two seconds to come back to his senses, and another two seconds to reflect that the 'little seven' in the man's mouth might be No. 07, and then he stood up abruptly.

The man also looked blank, and smiled again: "It's okay, I'm number three, you can also look for me in the future~" After speaking, he gave him a wink.

Chu Huan nodded in a daze, and was about to turn around to leave, but found that he didn't know where the room was. Seeing Chu Huan's figure pause, No. [-] reminded him from behind: "He's in Room [-] on the second floor. He's fine. I found it."

Chu Huan turned around and thanked him, then went upstairs.

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