After a day of misty dawn, the night of Breaking Dawn City came.
After being busy, it is a wanton catharsis, and the road is full of swaying figures.
The dim lights in the drizzle seemed to be drunk, and the oval white light from far to near was dense and fuzzy, and you could vaguely see several people entangled in a group in the distance.
"You... Hiccup! Can you walk by yourself?"
"Fuck, asshole! Don't underestimate me! I won't get drunk again! Hiccup!"
Under the street lamp, several workers helped each other, but none of them could stand steadily. They shook around the street with a bottle of wine, which looked like some strange dance from a distance.
Finally, the person who shook the most was even holding the street lamp with both hands and feet, rubbing his face and muttering drunkenly.
"Give me wine! I... Hiccup! I'm happy today! I will have a wife soon... Hiccup!"
"Ha ha ha! This guy just won the competition and became so proud. Now he will show his true colors after stepping down. Ha ha ha!" The rest of them also leaned against the street lamp and laughed at his embarrassment.
The light mistily reflected on their drunken red cheeks, and the hot breath melted into a heat wave visible to the naked eye. Even the cold wave of rainy night was dissipated by the wave of indulgence.
But when they laugh and fight.
"Hmm!" The man held the street lamp, muttered faintly and vomited in an instant.
One of them could not dodge and splashed vomit on his body. He could not help but bow his head and scold: "This old bastard..."
"Hush!" Another man quickly covered his mouth, pointed to the black building in the distance, and whispered, "I walked in front of the Administration Department before I knew it. Maybe Lord Yunchuan is still working."
Ga!
The people who laughed and scolded suddenly calmed down. They woke up a little bit from the smell of alcohol and raised their heads to look at the distance.
However, when I saw the top floor of the building where the lights had gone out, my face turned black and looked at the man who laughed angrily.
"Dare to make fun of Lord Yunchuan! Hit him!"
"Wait! Wait a minute, what about this old drunk?"
Hearing the words, several people turned to see that he had already started to snore and muttered nonsense with unknown meaning.
"Wife... kiss..."
Seeing this, several black lines suddenly appeared on their faces. One of them sighed and volunteered: "You go first, I drink the least today, and I will take him back."
"All right, let him drink less."
"Can we blame him? I don't know what ailment he is suffering from. He drinks to death."
After a moment, two figures staggered into a small wooden house.
"Whew! You old bastard is as heavy as a pig!"
The man put him on the bed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and could not help murmuring a word of remorse.
Standing beside the bed, he kept silent for a long time and asked in a low voice, "Is it worth it?"
But the man seemed drunk and dead, as if he had never heard his words. Instead, he was mumbling his name, and his slightly trembling eyelids were filled with tears.
Creak
As the door was gradually closed, the light from outside was blocked, and the house gradually fell into darkness.
In a small room, only a gentle grunt could be heard, but after a moment, even the grunt disappeared, until at last it fell into complete darkness and silence.
Only the noisy wind, gently tapping the window, covered everything.
In that dark room, the looming shadow climbed up and silently passed through the shadow.
"Gugu... Gugu..."
The highest point of the whole Breaking Dawn City is on the top of the administrative building.
Several white pigeons pecked at the raindrops on their feathers with their beaks, and the dark red eyes of the birds reflected the unexpected visitors below.
In the administrative building, the two people on duty chatted a little uninteresting, but gradually, the tone of their conversation began to decrease and the frequency of communication began to decrease.
Soon, there were only vague responses left to each other, like perfunctory weariness to the extreme.
At the internal air inlet of the ventilation system, the colorless and odorless fog volatilizes, and the unresponsive sleep erodes, replacing their weak consciousness.
Click.
The administration building was very quiet late at night, and the door opened quietly.
The dust on the ground was lifted by the breeze brought by the gate, and then a thick black shadow entered like a ghost, standing upside down like an owl on the ceiling of the duty room,
The man wears a half face mask covering his mouth and ears, which makes people subconsciously think of the bat with red tusks.
He looked up at the two people below and confirmed that they had completely fallen asleep. His hands were sealed and his mouth opened and closed silently, like talking to himself:
"I sneaked in. How about your side? Are you ready to answer?"
A moment later, he heard a vague response.
"Yun Chuan is big... Yun Chuan didn't move in the month, he should be training in the evening at this time..."
At this point, the voice over there suddenly stopped, which made the man's face tense. Thinking that something had happened, he hurriedly asked, "Sanlang! What's wrong?"
"... nothing, and don't call me by my name, Bat."
The weak connection between the two men based on the secret arts was not broken, and the man soon heard the voice of his partner: "The stupid kid who came today went to see Yunchuan in the moon. You haven't been found yet, so hurry up and start."
Hearing the words, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart beat and breath gradually weakened.
He has absolute confidence in his acting ability and sneaking ability, because he has sneaked into countless dangerous and confidential places in this way, even the Daming Mansion where the Daming of the Fire Kingdom lives.
That time, he stole the military strategic deployment of Muye and sold it to the black market for a large amount of gambling money.
Unfortunately, he soon gambled away all his money, and the famous people also found him.
However, that big name also took a fancy to him and wanted him to sneak into various countries to obtain some information.
His first test was the new regime, the City of Dawn.
Normally, the difficulty of this task should be the same as before, and even safer than the place you have sneaked into before.
But he felt vaguely uneasy.
Yun Chuan felt that he was very friendly, but also very skillful. He was almost watertight and definitely not a simple person.
And his sneak in was really smooth.
Even if it should be so
"Owl."
With this in mind, the man subconsciously called out, as before, when he lost his sense of security, he hoped to hear a "I am here".
However, no one responded to him, only silence.
Tick
In the dead silence of the duty room, the slight voice seemed particularly heavy, even if it was as light as the sound of rain drops.
Without any hesitation, the man pressed his hand on the handle of the knife at his leg, turned around suddenly in disbelief, and looked for possible enemies.
At the next moment, a chill suddenly appeared, making his body tremble.
Almost driven by instinct, he turned his head in horror,
Only heard the whistling wind from his ears, and soon, warm and wet blood gathered from his cheeks to his chin.
"Cough!" The man's face became asymmetrical, he covered his ears and tried not to scream, but the pain also twisted his face.
Staring at the past with a ferocious expression, only to see a thin and short figure, as if coming out of the shadow.
"Are you looking for him?"
The young but cold voice came into the man's ears. Under his creepy eyes, a round thing was thrown by the man.
It was the head of a man, pierced by black Kuwu.
Because it was a penetrating brain injury, the wound was tightly blocked, and the blood did not flow wantonly, but fell slowly drop by drop, forming a pool of blood on the ground.
The sound of rain he heard before was the sound of blood falling.
And the owner of that head
"Sanlang..."
The man suddenly felt in a trance for a moment, and his coolness crept from his spine to his neck.
Immediately, he saw that the kid raised his hand to himself, holding a short knife with a sharp blade.
"Bats..."
He said the man's code name, but shook his head and said coldly, "No, you should be called Fog City."
"Now, you will be executed for espionage."
The blade of Changmen reflects the dusty face of Wudu.
But that familiar face is now full of fear and horror.