Aoba Office

Yu Chuanfeng's footsteps stopped.

The shop owner turned around to grab the spice jar next to him, turned his head and saw Yukawa Fong.

As if being pricked by a needle, Yu Chuanfeng ran wildly, and someone seemed to be shouting something behind him.

I seem to see the younger version of myself in Ikawa Mine.

Everything around is weird and full of horror and weird atmosphere.

At that time, I still had Xiaobai leading the way, but there was nothing at Yuchuan Peak.

He ran with all his strength and didn't stop until he couldn't run anymore.

The heartbeat is too fast, the breathing is rapid, and the legs are weak.

Yu Chuanfeng didn't care about anything and sat directly on the curb.

After a long time, he let out a somewhat choked breath.

He went to dig into his pocket with some trembling, tears streaming down his face.

He came up empty.

There is nothing in the pocket.

Yu Chuanfeng touched all the pockets on his body in confusion. He was at a loss for a while, and his tears couldn't stop falling.

He bit his lip until it drew blood before he stopped his futile movements.

I saw him touching his face, but he couldn't hold it back and cried loudly.

I feel some empathy for this kid. But I can't do anything. The hands that were stretched out could not touch his body, and he could not hear his name.

Yu Chuanfeng's cry was interrupted by a drunken shout.

I turned around and saw a few drunken men.

There were five men in total, all drunk and unconscious, staggering, swaying and bumping into each other as they walked.

They looked at Yukawa Peak like monkeys and laughed strangely.

Yu Chuanfeng was so frightened that he stopped crying, hugged his backpack, got up from the ground, turned around and ran away.

"Hey! Don't run!"

"Get him, get him! Oooh!"

"Hahaha!"

Yu Chuanfeng was much more agile than a few drunkards, and he ran without stumbling. But his mood was very unstable. As he ran forward, he kept looking back.

My outstretched hand failed to hold him.

Hearing a "bang" sound, he hit a street tree on the side of the road and fell to the ground.

The group of drunkards laughed louder.

Yu Chuanfeng's forehead was swollen, and he felt dizzy and couldn't stand up for a while.

The five men gathered around Yu Chuanfeng and laughed.

One of the men, who was holding back, bent down with great difficulty and caught Yukawa Fong as if he were catching a chicken.

"Kid, why are you running away?" The man breathed out the smell of alcohol.

"Hey, the schoolbag is very beautiful! Hahahaha!" Another man reached out and grabbed Yu Chuanfeng's bag and took it out casually, "There are no books. Bad, bad students..."

"That's called a poor student!" The third man nodded and leaned against the person next to him, "A poor student!"

"Oh, I am also a poor student."

"Poor students are bad students!"

"Kid, are you a poor student? Are you running away from home?" The man carrying Yu Chuanfeng wrapped his arms around Yu Chuanfeng's neck, "It's not good to run away from home..."

Yu Chuanfeng came to his senses a little, but the child's struggle was useless in the face of the strength of an adult man.

These drunkards didn't even realize Ikawamine was struggling.

They started arguing among themselves and carried Yu Chuanfeng forward without realizing that they had kidnapped a child.

Yu Chuanfeng shouted twice, but was silenced by the quarrels of the men.

They walked two roads. Yu Chuanfeng was unable to give up his struggle, and they did not let him go.

"Eat, go eat." A man suddenly said.

The tall man seemed to suddenly remember Yu Chuanfeng. He tightened his arms, dragged Yu Chuanfeng, and said excitedly: "Kid, let's take you to drink! Have you ever drank?"

Ikukawa Mine looked like he was out of breath.

"Okay, drink!"

"Men should drink!"

"Find a place to drink..."

They looked around like headless flies and continued to move forward.

The passers-by who met occasionally chose to avoid these drunkards when they saw them, and no one noticed Yu Chuanfeng who was caught in the middle.

After walking two more streets, they found a street food stall.

I looked at the expressions of some of the men, and they seemed to be a little awakened.

"Boss, get the beer! Get some side dishes!" one of them shouted loudly.

The boss glanced at them, asked them to sit in the corner, and opened a few bottles of beer and brought them over. His eyes fell on Yu Chuanfeng.

Yu Chuanfeng was very tired. After sitting down, he wanted to ask for help from the arm pressing on his neck.

The flat man rubbed Yu Chuanfeng's head and said to the boss: "Give our little brother a bottle too!"

"oh oh!"

"One bottle, one bottle!"

Yu Chuanfeng raised his head and met his boss's eyes. He opened his mouth, then seemed to realize something, and slapped the table and said, "Have a bottle!"

The boss looked away indifferently and said, "Okay, let's have another bottle of beer."

"Another case of beer!"

"One box is not enough! Two boxes!"

They were noisy, became emotional, and drank beer from the table. Their originally clear consciousness became blurred again.

The boss only brought a bottle of beer and asked them to pay first.

The men dug in their pockets and patted their wallets, and there was plenty of money.

The boss seemed relieved and didn't care about them. He just threw some side dishes on the table and left.

Yu Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get his bag back.

The flat man held the beer and pushed it into Yu Chuanfeng's face, "Come on, kid! Drink!"

Yu Chuanfeng couldn't struggle, so he was forced to drink a few mouthfuls.

The men began to cheer and cheer again.

I looked around and found no yin energy. Judging from Yu Chuanfeng's expression after drinking, although his brows were furrowed and his face looked disgusted, it didn't look like he had eaten that kind of questionable food.

This place should not have been affected by that ghost yet.

These drunkards look very unreliable, but so far they haven't hurt Yukawa Feng.

Drinking underage is naturally not a good thing, but for Yukawa Feng, it should be "healthier" than eating rotten meat and eyeballs.

The noisy atmosphere lasted for several hours.

The boss was closing the stall and urged them to leave.

The five men, plus the kid Ikawa Mine, were all drunk and unconscious.

When I saw my boss taking out his mobile phone to make a call, I felt nervous.

The flat-footed man suddenly woke up when he heard some key words, "Don't call the police, what are you calling the police for?"

The boss looked at the tall man and said, "I'm closing the stall now, how are you guys doing? I know someone at the police station here, why don't you sleep there for the night?"

"Hey - do you think I'm drunk?" The tall man hummed, and he took out his cell phone and made a muttered call.

It was quiet on the other end of the phone, but suddenly a woman's scream erupted.

"Pick me up... over here..." The tall man looked around.

"Tongde Road." The boss reminded.

"Oh, Tongde Road... Tongde Road... um... and my buddy... we drank too much, come and pick us up." The tall man said.

The woman over there said something in a high-pitched voice. The tall man had already hung up the phone and proudly waved the cell phone in his hand to the boss.

The boss had no expression on his face, and while cleaning up the stall, he let these drunkards continue to lie down.

After a while, the boss finished cleaning up the stall and did not leave. He sat on the plastic chair he used to set up the stall, crossed his legs, and played with his mobile phone. The woman who looked like a boss lady didn't say anything.

After waiting for about half an hour, a dilapidated van drove over.

The woman who jumped out of the driver's seat looked fierce. She ran straight towards the tall man and kicked him off the stool. After a moment of confusion, the woman discovered the unfamiliar Yu Chuanfeng, and started yelling and cursing again.

What made me feel relieved was that the boss and his wife helped the woman push the five drunkards and Yu Chuanfeng into the van.

At least it was certain that Yu Chuanfeng did not die drunk on the roadside.

So, how did he die?

My palms couldn't help but sweat.