Night’s Nomenclature

The corridor was deserted at midnight.

Qingchen heard the six people outside quickly press the password of Song Niao Niao's house, then push the door in and quickly close it.

The other party's actions seemed to be very stealthy, and they walked lightly to avoid making unnecessary noises.

After the door was closed, there was no sound from that room.

Qingchen realized that Song Niaoniao might have added a polymer sound insulation layer to the entire house for the privacy of his living environment, so even he couldn't hear what was going on inside.

He sighed in his heart, this was very detrimental to his rescue because he didn't know what was going on in the house.

Qingchen looked back outside the window of his home, where beautiful and gorgeous holographic neon lights were still interlacing and changing. Further away, there were holographic fireworks celebrating the new year.

The fireworks were colorful, and various animals would even jump out after they exploded.

In this era, holographic neon has completely replaced the role of fireworks. Every night in a city, holographic neon is like holding a grand party.

At a certain moment, Qingchen even felt like he was in the movie "The Great Gatsby", because the parties held every day were bright and beautiful. .

However, beneath this brilliance, there are still countless filth and crimes hidden.

What Shadow said before leaving was very intriguing. The other party was actually asking: You can guess that this was arranged by me, but if you guess wrong, Song Niaoniao will die. Will you save her?

Qingchen even felt that the shadow might be waiting to see his reaction.

He gently opened the door of his house and silently walked into the dim corridor.

The silenced pistol was already in his hand, ready to serve his will at any time.

Boom, boom, boom.

Qingchen calmly knocked on Song Niaoniao's door.

He listened carefully, but unexpectedly discovered that the sound insulation layer in this world was stronger than he imagined. Even if he stood at the door, he still couldn't hear anything.

Qingchen silently raised the pistol and stood on the side of the door to prevent the gangster inside from shooting without opening the door.

He knocked on the door again, but still no one responded.

Qingchen looked back at the corridor with five people, then raised his hand and fired two shots at the door lock. With a click, the door opened.

There was boiling music coming from the room, and there was also Song's faint singing voice.

It seemed like a carnival was being held.

Qingchen quickly kicked the door open. Only at this moment did he see seven young men and women jumping up and down on the sofa in the room.

As the owner of the house, Song Niaoniao, wearing a birthday hat on her head and holding a piece of cake in her hand, looked as happy as an angel.

Among the six people who entered the room before, some were holding electric guitars in their arms, while others were playing trumpets. They were playing a rock version of Happy Birthday.

What surprised Qingchen was that there was one of them whom he had met before.

At this time, Song Niaoniao had taken off her heavy scarf and coat, and was wearing a pink short-sleeved T-shirt.

Even though Qingchen had searched for photos of the other party on the Internet, he still thought this girl was very good-looking.

But this girl was looking at him blankly, her eyes full of shock and incomprehension.

Fortunately, Qingchen reacted quickly and hid the gun behind his back. Otherwise, the other party would not only be shocked and incomprehensible, but would also scream like he was in an elevator.

"Happy birthday," Qingchen said sincerely to the girl.

His toes were digging into his shoes, and the embarrassment at this moment almost made him dig out a three-bedroom apartment on the ground.

Qingchen could even imagine that Mr. Qing's shadow might have started laughing maniacally and beating the ground.

The other party must know the identities of these people. After all, when these six people are closest, they are only one door away from the shadow. How could the dignified shadow not know the identity of the other party when someone approaches?

Qingchen speculated that these six people were not arranged by Shadow, but after Shadow discovered their arrival, he immediately hatched a plan and became playful.

Then, the shadow deliberately misled him with words, making him think that there was a killer coming outside the door, waiting to see his good show.

Qingchen wanted to find the shadow at this moment, and then asked the other party sadly, why is he so playful? !

You know, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to deceive Qingchen, but this shadow is the most senior among swindlers, and he can make arrangements for Qingchen clearly with any small tricks.

At this time, Qingchen had already recognized the identities of the six people. They were all well-known music producers in the federal entertainment industry.

The familiar kind.

He quickly scanned the table. There were no drugs or dopamine chips to add to the fun. It was a clean party.

And this is probably where Song Niaoniao, an A-list celebrity, gathers with her friends on weekdays.

That's why there are such expensive sound insulation materials to wrap the entire house.

The musicians stopped playing and looked at Qingchen curiously, and then at Song Niaoniao. A female guitarist exclaimed: "Wow, Niaoniao, you are hiding a man!"

Another young man shouted: "Niao Niao, you still said you were not in love, yet you found such a handsome boyfriend?"

Others looked at Qingchen curiously. He was wearing a clean white sportswear, and his appearance... Even if he were to debut in the Federation, he would definitely attract a lot of teenage fans as long as he sang one or two songs.

It was this appearance that made them mistakenly think that Qingchen was here to attend Song Niaoniao's birthday party.

I have to say that this is indeed a world that depends on looks. If you look good, you will look like a good person even if you have a gun hidden behind your back.

Song Niaoniao didn't listen to what they said at all. Instead, she looked at Qingchen in disbelief and asked, "How did you get in?"

Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "Your door is not closed tightly."

Song Niao glanced at everyone: "I didn't invite this person, this is a bad person!"

The girl directly defined Qingchen's identity.

Qingchen became even more embarrassed.

Song Niaoniao has more friends around her, and she seems to be less afraid of Qingchen: "Mr. Inspector, do you know that you are violating human rights? Please leave now, and please stop harassing me!"

A girl noticed something was wrong and looked at Song Niao Niao: "Is this your illegitimate meal? She actually came to your house!"

After saying that, the girl looked at Qingchen: "My father is Li Menglin, captain of the seventh detachment of the Exit-Entry Administration. Do you believe that I can call the PCE agents with just one phone call now?"

Qingchen sighed: "No, no, you have misunderstood."

He couldn't explain why he came. He was celebrating his birthday happily. He said he suspected gangsters of kidnapping?

People won’t believe it either.

Moreover, he also shot and broke the door lock...

As for Li Menglin, he is really an acquaintance.

When he wanted to arrest Li Menglin, he also investigated Li Menglin's close relatives, so he had seen photos of this girl.

Qingchen couldn't figure out how the fat-headed and big-eared Li Menglin could have such an exquisite daughter.

This girl's name is Li Zhaoen, a well-known violinist in the Federation, who can play many kinds of instruments.

From the girl's perspective, Li Menglin was already a powerful member of the federation, but to Qingchen, Li Menglin was just an informant.

But whether Li Menglin is considered a member of the powerful class or whether he is Qingchen's informant has nothing to do with the mistakes Qingchen made, so he can only admit his mistakes and apologize.

Moreover, what Qingchen is thinking about now is what to do with the locked gun holes, what the hell...

I can only run away first.

After running away, let Yang Xuyang talk to Li Menglin and find a way to calm the matter down.

Qingchen stepped out and said with a smile on his face: "Happy birthday to everyone, I wish you have this day every year, and this day every year..."

After saying that, he exited the door and turned around, wanting to run away.

At this time, Li Zhaoen and Song Niaoxiao had already discovered that the door lock had been broken by Qingchen. Li Zhaoen directly picked up the phone and called his father Li Menglin, saying that there was a pervert in the Utopia Building who wanted to sneak attack Song Niaoniao.

Qingchen listened to all this and wondered what was going on.

He quickly packed up his things, took his kettle, tea, a change of clothes, and walked out again.

However, just when Qingchen was about to stay in the Intelligence Unit for a long time, two middle-aged men passed him by.

The familiar steps and posture made Qingchen frown.

The two middle-aged men gave him a cold look, but did not stop and continued walking to the end of the corridor.

At this time, Li Zhaoen, who was at the end of the corridor, saw two middle-aged men approaching and asked curiously: "Are you sent by my father? The kid behind you is the pervert I said, that's him, catch him quickly!"

The middle-aged man looked back at Qingchen, but had no intention of taking action. Instead, he continued walking to the end of the corridor: "Your father sent me to protect you."

Qingchen returned to his room with all his thoughts in mind. He came to a conclusion. First of all, these two people were definitely not good people. Secondly, they were probably monitoring Li Zhaoen's phone calls because Li Zhaoen called Li Menglin to report his location. These two people came to the door.

When two capable middle-aged men came to Li Zhaoen, they looked back at the corridor to confirm that Qingchen was no longer in the corridor. They suddenly restrained Li Zhaoen and quickly pushed Li Zhaoen into the room.

The small door of the room was closed again, isolating the sound, as if two worlds were separated.

In the house, Song Niaoyou saw Li Zhaoen being controlled and immediately felt something was wrong. She turned around and ran into the house to get her pocket pistol for self-defense.

But the middle-aged man is faster than her, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. ｃcom has pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the door frame next to Song Niao Niao, and the frightened girl stood there like a sculpture.

The middle-aged man said calmly: "It is not easy to find this opportunity. Please cooperate and transfer the money we want, and you will be free."

Song Niao asked weakly: "How much money do you want? My parents are in charge of my money, I don't have it in my hands..."

The two middle-aged men looked at each other and then said, "Then let your parents transfer it to our account."

At this time, another middle-aged man walked to the side and answered the phone in a low voice: "Well, I have found it. Don't worry, it is intact. The customer will be satisfied."

When he spoke, he seemed to be talking about the quality of the goods.

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I just arrived in Wuzhen, and the B\u0026B arranged by the Internet Conference did not even have a decent table. I was still thinking about where to go to code, and tried to update another chapter before 11 p.m.