At two o’clock in the morning, Qi Lingshun brought a bottle of wine to the balcony of the private room. In the room, Qi Ling’s half long black hair was dyed into a blurred color by the blue and purple light. He jumped up and sat down on the handrail on the balcony. Before he could sit down, he found that he had been seen by Xiang Yuan. Xiangyuan is a horn. The mouth of the horn is opened into an “O” shape. He is fixed for two seconds, and then screams. The high decibel sound covers the speaker in the room. “Qi Ling -” “Don’t jump!”