Night sand

Bao Xiaoxing frowned and asked,"What's going on? Is it like a reminder?"

The fat man replied,"The old boy wants to make a video in an hour. Come over quickly.""

"Damn it, I’m really possessed by a degenerate spirit!"

Bao Xiaoxing cursed in his mouth, but his body was very honest. He took out clean clothes and put them on while cursing. He opened the door and found his mother Wen Li sitting in the living room with a serious face.

Bao Xiaoxing touched his nose and asked:"Mom , why haven’t you slept so late?"

"Do you know it's too late? You just came back and are going out again. Are you treating your home as a hotel?"

Wen Li's tone was full of dissatisfaction, and she sat on the sofa with her arms folded, sulking.

"Mom, if you have any questions, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. I’m in a hurry."

Bao Xiaoxing didn't want to have a dispute with his mother, so he found an excuse and left the house in a hurry.

He drove the car to Xingfu Community with a full stomach, parked downstairs and ran upstairs. At this time, there were eleven of us."Twenty minutes have passed in the prescribed time. If his mother Wen Li hadn't always objected to Bao Xiaoxing playing on the computer and there was no computer at home, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to Fatty's house in the middle of the night to edit the video.

He pushed aside Fatty's house to hide it. Bao Xiaoxing sighed secretly at the door,"Fat guy is really not afraid of being stolen. He didn't even close the door in the middle of the night."

Hearing the noise outside the door, the fat man came out of the room shirtless and turned on the lights in the living room.

"Fatty, did that guy rush you?"

Bao Xiaoxing changed her shoes, walked past the fat man and walked into the room.

"Damn it, that old boy is not going to let us rest. He sent out a new task today and asked us to quickly send him the video in Y City."

As soon as the fat man finished speaking, Bao Xiaoxing froze on the spot."We eleven" sent out another mission. This was a rhythm that was not going to stop them.

He turned around and asked the fat man:"Why is he in such a hurry?" ? Isn't it fast enough to kill four people in half a month? The fat man scratched his head and replied,"I'm not the roundworm in his stomach. You can ask him yourself later.""

Bao Xiaoxing shook his head. Fatty, a pig teammate, really doesn't worry about anything and has become a hands-off shopkeeper.

"All right!"

Bao Xiaoxing didn't want to talk nonsense with the fat man anymore, so he turned back to the computer desk, connected his phone to the computer with a data cable, and exported the video he shot. The original video was too long, so he cut off part of it and compressed the rest. After a while, he made a compressed package and sent it to"We Eleven".

Since he was in a hurry, he did not check it carefully. He just fooled him if he could.

After a while,"We Eleven" sent a message. : The video you sent is too long. I just want to see the part at the end. Pay attention next time.

Bao Xiaoxing couldn’t help but reply: Are you using our video to test the achievements of those killers?

""We eleven" seemed to be well prepared and replied without any secret: Yes, I have this idea, but I advise you not to pursue it any further. Don't you know there is a proverb - curiosity killed the cat. Faced with

" Bao Xiaoxing felt powerless to refute the threat of"we are eleven". With his current strength, killing Bao Xiaoxing was as easy as trampling an ant.

Seeing that Bao Xiaoxing did not reply for a long time,"We are eleven.""Another message was sent: As long as you are obedient and do as I ask, I will ensure that you are fine. However, the police investigation is getting tighter and tighter, and we must speed up.

Bao Xiaoxing touched his nose and replied with a message: There is also Five, right?

""We are eleven": maybe six. I warn you again, don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

Then, he sent another sentence: I have sent the mission information in advance. You can read the chat history yourself.

Bao Xiaoxing He lost interest in chatting with him. The feeling of being led by others made him very unhappy.

He looked through the chat records between Fatty and"We Eleven" one by one, and was surprised to find that this time"We Eleven" The picture he sent was a room full of glass, with nothing else.

He touched his nose and knew it was a clue, but it was as puzzling as a puzzle.

"Fatty, come here!"

Bao Xiaoxing turned around and looked at the fat man who was lying on the bed, holding his phone and watching the live video.

"What's up?"

The fat man put down his phone impatiently and walked to the computer desk with his slippers on.

"What does it mean? Bao

Xiaoxing asked, pointing to the picture.

The fat man picked up the cigarettes on the computer desk, took out one and held it in the corner of his mouth:"How do I know?" It's probably a murder scene. Isn't it like this every time he sends it?"

"I know this. I'm asking you what mystery is hidden in this."

Bao Xiaoxing was very dissatisfied with Fatty's brain circuit, so he took out a cigarette and lit it.

"I don't know, it's just a mirror. Does he want to use the mirror to kill people? Grandma, how can a mirror kill people?"

The fat man scratched his head and glanced at Bao Xiaoxing in confusion.

Bao Xiaoxing knew that if he continued to chat with the fat man, he would be angry and sick. He waved the hand holding the cigarette and dismissed the fat man.

He continued to look up. After reading the chat records, it was found that"We Eleven" were quite satisfied with their performance in Y City this time, allowing their people enough time to evacuate the scene.

However, he warned Fatty not to call the police in the future, otherwise Fatty's team might be The police investigation affected his progress.

Bao Xiaoxing was silent for a long time. They did not call the police. If the police found the murder scene, it would be full of traces left by their live broadcast. It would be strange if they were not regarded as suspects.

Bao Xiaoxing shook his head. , shook off the doubts in his mind, turned to look at the fat man who was back on the bed and said:"Why didn't he send the time and place of the mission this time?"

"No matter what, this old boy is becoming more and more cautious. Maybe he is afraid that if he tells us in advance, we will call the police."

The fat man changed into a more comfortable position, still staring at the live broadcast on his mobile phone.noodle.

Bao Xiaoxing stopped talking nonsense. The fat man didn't know more than him, so it would be in vain to continue asking.

Just as he was about to leave the computer desk, he opened his account on the short video platform on a whim and found that his number of fans had increased to 300,000 in just half a month.

Three hundred thousand, this was something Bao Xiaoxing could not even imagine before. Perhaps most of the people who paid attention to them had a strong curiosity for novelty, which reminded him of the human blood steamed buns written by Lu Xun.

Without the joy of the sudden increase in fans, Bao Xiaoxing hurriedly closed the account.

I walked to the sofa and sat down. A burst of sleepiness came over me. Bao Xiaoxing fell asleep sitting down.

"Little Star, get up, Little Fatty invites us to play in his store."

Bao Xiaoxing opened his eyes and found that it was already bright. He was curled up on the sofa, and the fat man's fat face almost stuck to his face.

He yawned and asked:"What time is it?"

"It's almost nine o'clock. Didn't I tell you that you really can sleep? If I don't scream, do you still want to sleep until the end of the world?

The fat man straightened up, pointed at the plastic bag on the computer table and said,"Get up and eat steamed buns." Bao

Xiaoxing got up, was stunned for a while and said,"Xiao Pang's shop is open?""

"There won’t be much business anyway if we can’t open it. He wants to use the store as our usual base."

"Okay, your place is indeed not as convenient as Xiaopang’s."