At 5 pm.
Fang Changping lay on the bed, put on his helmet and returned to the game. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the cement ceiling.
Under him is a shabby single bed.
He moved the heavy back of his head, and a faint fragrance rushed into his nose from the squeezed pillow. The only drawback is that there is a smell of engine oil mixed with it.
He turned his face and saw the girl sitting beside the bed.
She held a screwdriver in her hand and was working on the parts of her left arm. She didn't know whether she was changing the battery or the engine oil.
This game is always unexpected in strange places