Apartment 9.699 (9)

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Sheng Qing let most of his face sink into the shadows, only one eye faced the afterglow of the setting sun that shone into the car, and the fine eyelashes cast a layer of light. Reading at zero

"That doesn't matter. Whether I read it or not, I can't avoid tomorrow."

His voice has always been unhurried, but today there is a bit of helplessness hidden in the security.

It is the fact that he cannot avoid or escape, and it belongs to his destiny. This is completely different from Zong Ying who can evacuate completely after leaving tonight. Even if he has come into contact with another world, at dawn, he will still be dragged back here, he has his orbit.

No matter how long the summer sky is, it will eventually usher in the dark night.

The restaurant of the Licha Hotel was almost full of guests. Outside the window was the Waibaidu Bridge, which was hidden in the darkness. The Broadway Building stood silently on the west side, and there were consulates of various countries on the opposite side.

If I remember correctly, after more than ten days, this place will no longer be a paradise. The Japanese occupied the Broadway building, the foreigners shunned the concession, and the Licha Hotel would be difficult to operate due to the sudden drop in the number of customers.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the sound of music from the dance hall could be vaguely heard.

Sheng Qing asked to look down at his watch, and Tong Zongying said, "We should prepare to go."

"Where to wait?" Zong Ying asked.

"A place with few people." So as not to scare unrelated passers-by.

"It's fine here." Zong Ying got up and pushed the chair in. "The building of Licha Hotel was still in use in my time, but it was renamed Pujiang Hotel." She raised her eyes and said, "Come with me. ."

Zong Ying strolls around very carefully during the day. There is a curved aisle on the first floor that is not very spacious. In modern times, it is used as a corridor for historical exhibits. It is very deserted and the probability of encountering people is very low.

There were about five minutes left, and they stood in the relatively closed aisle, with the faint singing in their ears.

Zong Ying's back was against the wall, and Sheng Qingrang was standing opposite her. The two of them didn't know what to talk about, and time passed very slowly.

When a song was finally sung outside, Zong Ying stretched out his hand to him.

Her hands were long and strong; his hands were broad and warm.

The clasped hands are like the keys to open another door.

At ten o'clock sharp, hotel staff dressed in modern clothes walked past them, and there were several frames on the wall - black and white photos, dense text, all about the past.

Back, Zong Ying's shoulders against the wall seemed to loosen.

She didn't let go, but instead took Sheng Qingrang's hand and led him out of the corridor, all the way to the front desk of the hotel.

"Do you still have a room?", "Yes.", "Get me a room.", "Is there only a celebrity room left?", "Yes."

Sheng Qing let stand aside and saw her profile.

When she is not speaking, her lips are always tightly closed, and the profile of her face has a neat and clear beauty.

Suddenly she said to the front desk: "Please try to arrange a non-smoking floor." The front desk replied: "Okay."

Sheng Qing let Buluo trace narrow his eyes.

"Please show your ID."

Zong Ying took out his wallet and handed over his ID card. The front desk looked up at Sheng Qingrang again: "Where's this gentleman?"

Zong Ying said, "I live alone."

The front desk quickly entered the information: "One thousand five hundred and eighty, the deposit is 800, may I swipe the card in cash?"

Zong Ying dug out a few pieces of cash, and then took out a bank card and swiped it for her. After entering the password, the POS machine quickly spit out the form, and the front desk tore a sheet for her to sign.

Zong Ying quickly signed next to the table, and the front desk handed her a room card and a deposit slip.

She took the room card but was not in a hurry to check in, she turned around and walked out. Going out the door, the Russian consulate is on the front, the Waibaidu Bridge is brightly lit, and the Oriental Pearl and the World Financial Center are brightly lit in the dark night——

A real city that never sleeps.

She walked quickly, and Sheng Qingrang walked behind her without asking where she was going.

Finally she stopped and pushed open a glass door. There are several machines inside. She stopped in front of one of the ATM machines, inserted a card, and the machine prompted for a password.

Sheng Qing asked her to press six numbers, 914914, remembering the black umbrella he had borrowed.

The umbrella is printed with a Mobius ring, and the bottom set of numbers is also 914.

Simple and persistent people, he thought.

The ATM machine spat out 2,500 yuan, Zong Ying kept 500 yuan, and Sheng Qing gave the rest.

She said, "Just in case." Then she added, "Save it." After speaking, she put the wallet in her pocket and pushed open the glass door.

It was getting late, there were few pedestrians on the North Bund, there had been thunderstorms, and the south wind was humid and cool.

The two turned back to the Pujiang Hotel, went upstairs and entered the door. Zong Ying felt the power box and inserted the room card into it. Although the room was lit up, it was a retro dimness.

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She turned her head and said to Sheng Qingrang: "Check out tomorrow morning, you will give the room card and deposit slip to the front desk." After that, she carried the paper bag into the bathroom, quickly changed her clothes, and returned the paper bag to Sheng Qingrang: " Mr. Sheng, please rest here tonight and don't go to the apartment."

The situation at the apartment is unknown, and it is indeed inconvenient for him to appear today. Zong Ying's arrangement is reasonable.

Sheng Qingjian accepted. "I'm the one who troubled you," he said.

"It's pointless to care about this." Zong Ying pursed his lips again, probably thinking about how to say goodbye. The room was terribly quiet, the antique furniture exuded a vague smell of wanting to talk about something, and the gentleman on the opposite side seemed to be one with them.

The ticking of time pushes people's heart rate faster and faster.

Sheng Qingrang suddenly stretched out his hand, broke the silence and said goodbye solemnly: "Then...Miss Zong, goodbye."

Zong Ying's lips parted slightly, and finally reached out and shook it quickly, saying, "The current situation is turbulent, please take care."

After speaking, she seemed relieved, turned around and walked out, not even giving the other party a chance to go out.

Sheng Qing asked to open the door, and saw her tall and straight figure walking farther and farther in the dim corridor, and finally turned a corner and disappeared.

He went back to the room and opened the paper bag. Inside were stacked white shirts and black trousers, as well as two removed pins.

Taking out the pin, Sheng Qing let it open with his fingertips against the dim light, and the sharp needle was exposed, but when he pressed in again, the needle tip was retracted, but it was a peacefulness that accumulated strength, much like the Zong he saw. Ying.

He got up and opened the balcony door, and saw Zong Ying got into a taxi, which drove out along the Suzhou River, and finally disappeared into the vast night of Shencheng.

Xue Xuanqing was waiting for Zong Ying at No. 699.

She noticed Zong Ying's abnormality seven or eight days ago, because Zong Ying seemed to have a heavier mind and a very bad mental state. As a friend with a special friendship, Xue Xuanqing could not just let it go like her family.

Just when she was waiting until she almost thought of giving up, Zong Ying entered the room.

Zong Ying said, "Why are you here?"

Xue Xuanqing almost jumped up when she heard the sound, but she restrained her emotions and sat on the sofa silently.

Zong Ying turned on the brightest light in the living room, only to see clearly that there was a survey box next to the sofa, and another cardboard box filled with various physical evidence.

She asked, "How did you get in?"

"It came in by picking the lock." Xue Xuanqing finally stood up, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, answered calmly and truthfully, and asked in the same tone, "Where have you been?"

Well-spoken inquiries, revealing concern.

Zong Ying replied, "I went to Chongming for a weekend."

"Go to Chongming." Xue Xuanqing repeated, "Very good, then why is the off-duty time off?"

"Phone is broken."

"Then why don't you call the team to report?"

Zong Ying raised his head slightly, glanced at the overhead lamp, lowered his head and squinted his chin, and said with a sigh, "I don't want to fight, I'm very tired."

"Okay." Xue Xuanqing let go of her temporarily, pointed to the lock that had been picked up and said, "Why did it lock from the inside? Is there a ghost in your house?"

Zong Ying looked back at it and said, "I have nothing to do with this matter, I don't know."

"Okay." Xue Xuanqing said again, "Then it doesn't matter, I will check it myself." She leaned over and picked out a physical evidence bag, which contained the mug that Zong Ying put into the physical evidence bag last time: "I have nine points. I can be sure that this matter is related to the last time someone entered your house, I just need to check-"

She pointed to the door lock and said, "Are the fingerprints on the anti-lock button the same as those on this cup?"

Zong Ying sighed deeply: "You said it, but don't ask what I don't want to say."

"But do you still think of me as a friend? You don't say a word when you encounter a problem. Is it like a hero to carry it by yourself?"

Zong Ying pursed her lips even tighter. After a long time, she said, "This has nothing to do with being brave."

Some things are destined to be swallowed and endured by oneself. All others can share are worries and worries, but that is of no avail.

Seeing her like this, Xue Xuanqing's emotions were about to be overwhelmed when her phone rang.

She picked it up, and the tone was hurried and excited: "Brother Qing, there's something moving! I just found out that Teacher Zong's ID card opened a room in the Pujiang Hotel, do you want to find her right away?!"

Xue Xuanqing couldn't hold back the breath in her chest. She hung up the phone and looked at Zong Ying: "Since you've already returned to the apartment, why did you go to the Pujiang Hotel to open a room an hour ago?"

Zong Ying's back teeth were pressed even tighter, and his masseter muscles tightened.

"I lost my ID card," she said.

"Lost? Then someone else took your ID card to open the room?" Xue Xuanqing became aggressive, put down the evidence bag and took two steps forward, grabbing Zong Ying's arm: "Then let's go to Pujiang right away! Let's see who took yours ID card, ask him to come back!"

"Xue Xuanqing!"

"Zong Ying! A lie needs countless lies to make up for it!" Her eyes were bloodshot, "I'm forcing you, but I—"

Xue Xuanqing suddenly couldn't continue, but she didn't give up when she held Zong Ying tight, as if she had to get a result tonight. She tried her best to pull Zong Ying into the elevator and pressed it to the first floor. During the elevator going down, Zong Ying silently closed her eyes and said, "Xue Xuanqing, you have missed the point, the thing you care about is the same as the one you care about. It doesn't matter."

In Zong Ying's eyes, Xue Xuanqing cared about her physical and mental state, but now Xue Xuanqing was holding on to it, but Sheng Qing let this stranger.

She didn't want to involve Sheng Qingrang into her muddy life.

When Xue Xuanqing pulled her out of the elevator and opened the building door, she saw a familiar car parked on the road of the apartment and a person got off.

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