Abyss Express

Wearing stars and wearing stars all the way, the two returned to the hotel.

When boarding the dirty and old elevator, Xiao Qi started to scramble in his heart.

Every once in a while, she secretly glanced at Xue Ming's side face. The little man always looked cold, as if he had never stopped thinking, and his eyes were staring straight ahead.

So, is she really going to share a room with Xueming tonight?

Thinking of this incident, Xiao Qi began to panic again. Feel your cheeks heating up, getting hot.

Jiang Xueming didn't notice anything unusual about the waiter beside him. Before arriving at the room, he deliberately stayed in front of the doors of all the residents on the entire floor for about ten seconds.

His superhuman five senses can hear the movement in the house through the wall, and he screened all the residents on the same floor to make sure that he didn't hear any strange conversations, no abnormal noises from metal objects, and no characteristics of an armadillo hunter-finally rest assured He boldly opened his door.

After the two returned to the room, Xue Ming first turned on all the light sources, searched every corner of the house, and finally put the lock on the door.

When the chain of the door was hung with a latch, Xiao Qi suddenly felt that the airtight space was full of ambiguous smells.

She hugged her clothes and ran to the bathroom, like a frightened little rabbit, tremblingly said: "I'm going to change clothes"

Xue Ming nodded, and replied: "Thanks for your hard work, I also have to change into casual clothes."

In front of the bright sink, Xiaoqi saw her flushed face in the mirror, she suddenly felt very ashamed, and she didn't know what she was afraid of.

Maybe this is what Sister Yangchun said to her, the difference between pure lust and serious love?

She took out a set of pajamas from her handbag. She bought some cheap and beautiful private goods on Taobao, similar to disposable underwear.

She let out a long breath, patted her hot face, stared straight at the person in the mirror, and vaguely saw Mr. Xue Ming changing clothes by the bed from the thin curtain of the anti-peep window beside her. .

Just a hazy, dreamy, half-hidden shadow that made her heart beat faster.

She had to cool herself down, yelling, "Wait a minute! I'm taking a shower!"

"Okay." Jiang Xueming answered briefly.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Qi rushed into the bathroom.

The privacy window seemed to have magic, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Her head is like rushing into a circular high-speed Volga car, and the hot water from the shower head can't quench all kinds of conjectures in her heart.

She stretched her waist clumsily in the bathroom, wondering if Xue Ming could also see the shadow in the water mist through this thin layer of curtains.

She was both afraid and looking forward, two complex emotions intertwined, following the curvaceous posters of Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe in her head, as if she was taming her limbs, trying to stand on the curtain , leaving behind her graceful shadow.

Only after a few breaths.

She heard the sound of tape being ripped.

She saw Xue Ming's figure close at hand on the curtain.

When she came back to her senses, she looked at the small window full of love with a stupid face and a heart as ashes.

A strip of Dominic yellow tape sealed the window completely.

Xiao Qi has mixed feelings in his heart, it feels so weird!

It's disappointing, it's not too disappointing, but somehow relieved a lot.

She heard Xue Ming shouting outside the door.

"Brother Seven, are you taking a bath?"

"right."

"Did you forget a procedure?"

"What process?"

"I didn't hear the sound of you unzipping your trousers and unbuttoning your hat, or unfastening your underwear and taking off your shoes. Did you forget to take off your clothes?"

Xiao Qi looked down——

——I did rush into the bathroom without taking off anything.

"Oh oh oh! No wonder I said that this bath is not enjoyable."

Xue Ming covered his face, always thinking that there was something wrong with his waiter, taking a bath without taking off his clothes was really not something ordinary people could do.

Just now when he saw Xiaoqi's shadow dancing on the other side of the bathroom curtain, but made no sound, he thought he was bewitched or had a cramp.

He also remembered that men and women were different, and it was strange to have such a window, so he sealed it with tape.

Jiang Xueming turned on the air conditioner and TV, and turned up the volume of the TV. It seemed to be telling the residents coming and going outside the door that the people in this room were still awake.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Wearing loose long-sleeved pajamas, Xiao Qi rushed back into the room with her handbag in her arms, with a guilty expression on her face, as if she was afraid that the underwear in the bag would be seen.

She jumped onto the bed and lifted the quilt to cover her head.

"Sleep!"

"Okay." Jiang Xueming sat on the next bed, not going to sleep: "I'll call you at four o'clock in the morning, and you come to watch the night. I won't sleep for long. We will go back before eight o'clock in the morning. First, we will go to the milk tea shop to pick up Bailu, and then go Say hello to Mr. Chen at Zhizhapu, and ask him what happened to the bag of paper money."

Seventh Brother felt awkward, she was looking forward to something, but was afraid of something random.

Her hair was wet and she didn't have time to take care of it, which made her feel uncomfortable.

She rolled her eyes, and after a while, she heard a gourmet show on TV and Xue Ming taking notes sparsely.

Emotional Xueming is still learning how to cook?

She finally straightened up like a living corpse crawling out of a coffin.

Jiang Xueming asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go to bed first. I slept in the car during the day, and I'm not sleepy at all. I have to blow dry my hair." Xiao Qi said seriously.

"I'll help you." Xueming put away the notes, went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and explained: "I feel very insecure when I sleep. If an enemy comes while you are drying your hair, it is a very dangerous situation."

Xiao Qi was puzzled: "What?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Jiang Xueming turned on the hair dryer and tested the temperature with the back of his hand: "Scenes like bathrooms are usually places where murders frequently occur. People only take a shower and go to the toilet when they are most relaxed. When defenseless."

Xiao Qi thought about it seriously, "It seems to be such a truth."

Jiang Xueming gently held Brother Seven's hair, and smoothed his hair: "In Japan, there used to be ninjas squatting in latrines for days and nights, assassinating from under the toilet upwards."

"Hey!" Xiaoqi subway old man looked at the expression on the phone, "It's so disgusting!"

"So I'll clean your hair for you, and you'll keep an eye on me when I'm sleeping." After Xue Ming finished speaking, he began to take care of Xiao Qi's hair seriously.

Xiaoqi could feel that Mr. Xueming's five fingers clasped her forehead and hairline all the way back. The strength was just right. Xueming's hand was like a warm comb.

The warm wind gushed from her neck to her earlobe, and she began to imagine again, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth, and asked playfully.

"Mr. Xueming, isn't it... You have blown other girls' hair before?"

"Bai Lu liked to roll in the mud when she was young, like a wild dog." Jiang Xueming said casually, "After washing it, I will comb her hair, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold. Your hair is much better than hers."

"Oh..." Xiao Qi felt that the big hands behind her head that were rubbing and combing were full of love, which made her feel inexplicably at ease and very hypnotized.

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Xueming put away the hair dryer and sighed: "That's great, I don't see any gray hair."

Xiao Qi didn't move, she fell asleep with her head tilted against the head of the bed, her sleep was still ugly, her mouth was open and her saliva was dripping on the pillow.

And that little sleepwalking.

"Yes yes yes hold tight. Ah yes yes yes"

With black lines all over Jiang Xueming's face, he covered Seventh Brother with the quilt. Originally, it was agreed to change shifts to watch the night, but he also wanted to stay in the middle of the night to watch "Application Teaching of Driving Skills for Dump Trucks", but now he can only learn a few more dishes.

five o'clock in the morning—

——Jiang Xueming specially gave Seventh Brother an extra hour of sleep. But the waiter showed no sign of getting up.

With a dark face, he took out the loudspeaker and shouted at the sleeping Xiao Qi.

"Wake up!"

Xiao Qi stood up from the dead body, woke up suddenly, and only recovered when he saw Jiang Xueming.

"Oh oh oh! Change shift change shift!"

Jiang Xueming didn't say a word, watching the darkest scene before sunrise outside the window, and silently closed his eyes.

Xiao Qi sat on the bed and scratched her head boredly. She recalled the feeling when Xue Ming combed her hair, and she felt happy again.

"No way, it's too good to sleep."

She was like Jerry in "Tom and Jerry" who was about to do something bad. She crept out of bed, waited for a few minutes, and made sure that Mr. Xueming did not turn over except for the sound of regular breathing.

All the way to Xueming's bedside.

She squatted quietly on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at Jiang Xueming's sleeping position, trying to get closer and see better under the warm hotel lights.

It was the first time she saw Xue Ming's expression in deep sleep.

That kind of completely relaxing vigilance, completely stretching the brows, as if there is nothing to worry about, and everything is left behind.

She suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, for fear that she would burst into laughter, she wanted to kiss quietly.

Right now.

Jiang Xueming opened his eyes.

Just like in the cartoon.

Xueming didn't speak, neither did Xiaoqi.

How she came here is how she went back.

Back on the same road, even the footprints on the wool carpet were just right.

Xiao Qi sat back beside her bed, muttering for a while: "Damn it, why is this guy so clever?"

six o'clock in the morning.

On the flight at Nanyuan Airport, a strange stranger stepped off.

He was wearing the long clothes of the passengers in the underground station, and he didn't care about the sweat on his body in the hot summer. His face was expressionless, like an emotionless killer.

He is tall, with a shoulder width of about three and a half feet and a height of about 1.9 meters. He has a thick back and a thick beard on his face.

He is from Romania, a native of Dacia, and he came to Hengyinpingyang for one thing.

Look for Jiang Xueming, get the panacea, and it's best to ask the contents of the passenger's log.

His name is Jason Megan, a would-be armadillo hunter station passenger.

Although he didn't understand the language, he booked a plane ticket with a dictionary comparison and mobile phone translation. But these difficulties still can't stop him from wanting to join the evil forces.

Just when he was braving the high temperature of 35 degrees, he communicated with the flight crew in broken Roman accent Chinese, pointed to the Chinese characters on the phone, and anxiously showed his passport.

The lady at the customer service center at the airport was also full of embarrassment. She communicated fluently in English, comforted Mr. Megan, and called two security guards by the way.

As soon as Megan saw the security police officers approaching, she began to panic.

"Jiang Xueming! I'm looking for Jiang Xueming!"

He paused word by word, pointed to the Chinese characters in the notebook, and read out the Chinese he had practiced many times. Holding the euro in the other hand, he said again.

"Money! I—— have money! Jiang Xueming!"

"Don't fuck Jiang Xueming. Where did he come from?" One of the security guards cursed.

The customer service lady said: "He's from Romania, and he's flying southwest from Bucharest to Nanyuan. He's looking for someone as soon as he gets off the plane. He's in a hurry. It's unreasonable, this bearded man."

Another security guard showed his baton.

"Pull it to quarantine!"

Mr. Megan still wanted to struggle, but two fists were no match for four hands. The security guard who caught up later put on a mask.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

In this way, the future black star was checked into the isolation hotel.