In the western town in May, there is a snowy and snow.

In the evening, the world was covered with whiteness and visibility was only eight meters long. The owner of Mumu Inn was about to close the door.

This place is already remote, and people come and go to hiking enthusiasts or research. The business fell just after the short holiday.

The proprietress covered her mouth and nose, and looked for the door latch to be inserted, but the door was suddenly knocked open. The strong wind blew her all over the snow, making her eyes blurred.

The person who came was one head taller than the proprietress, with a black jacket and a hat covering her face tightly, black goggles blocking her eyes, unable to see any appearance, and she was dragging a huge black box in her hand and carrying one on her back.

It's Cheng Jia.

"Wait, I'll close the door." The boss's wife greeted her. Before she finished speaking, another guest rushed in from the wind and snow. He was also dressed in black and dragged a big box. He was about the same height as Cheng Jia and had a similar figure.

The boss lady walked out the door and looked around, and then she returned and closed the door.

The inn was quiet, and two guests stood by the counter.

The proprietress grabbed two ID cards on the counter and swept away a layer of loess and snow with a feather duster.

"We are all standard rooms here." After the boss's wife registered, she pushed two sets of keys with her ID card, "202, 203."

Cheng Jia found that the boss's wife pushed her ID card in front of another person, and the ID card in front of her read: Ji Yun, male...

When Cheng Jiati went upstairs, he glanced at the man named Ji Yun. He was not tall, wearing sunglasses, and was very dark. His face looked like a woman at first glance.

Cheng Jia's room was 202. After entering the room, she took off her hat, mask and goggles, lit a cigarette, stood there motionlessly and took a few sips before she took off the small box on her back, unzipped the zipper, and there were two or three cameras and seven or eight lenses inside.

She lifted the curtains to see the weather outside, chose the camera and lens, and went out.

The inn is very small, with a square wooden structure, and an open-air yard in the middle.

It was very windy and snowy in the corridor. Cheng Jia threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and went up the top of the stairs along the wooden ladder.

There is rolling white snow around, all over the sky, feeling cramped at the center of the world. Cheng Jia barely set up a tripod in the strong wind, photographing the town in the blizzard, low and staggered wooden buildings, and fluttering colorful wind and horse flags.

After about ten minutes, Cheng Jia put away the shelf and leaned against the railing to take pictures of a few pictures of pedestrians on the street.

She was covered in ice and snow. When she went down to the second floor, someone patted her on the shoulder behind her. The strength was very strong and she held her shoulder.

Cheng Jia shook off his hands on his shoulders in displeasure and turned around. The other party was very tall, wearing a windproof mask, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle behind his sunglasses, and his eyes seemed to be penetrating.

The other party said, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Cheng Jia frowned and returned to his room.

She turned on the computer to export the photos, filtered them one by one, and still none of them satisfies her.

She squatted on the chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and deleting photos with the other. She was still very calm at first, but later she gradually typing the keyboard.

With a bang, she threw the notebook closed, got up and walked to the corner of the wall to smoke.

A photographer can no longer make movies, just like a novelist who has exhausted his literary thoughts, just like Hong Qigong's martial arts have been abolished and he has become a useless person.

She stared at the quiet room and couldn't help but sneer. With the help of five cigarettes, she calmed down again.

She didn't have the energy to toss today.

She ran around for a day, and was tired from planes, trains, cars, taxis, and people took a shower and went to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. She was used to sleeping naked, and she doubted whether the inn bed sheets were clean, so she wrapped her bath towel.

I slept very heavily this time.

I don’t know what time it was at night, and a huge thunderclap woke Cheng Jia up.

She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a string of black shadows breaking into the door and rushing into the room under the flashlight.

Robbery? Robbery? Kidnapping? Rape and killing?

She didn't have time to react, and a tall and oppressive black shadow landed on the edge of the bed, and her rough palms pinched her chest and pulled her out of the quilt. It was extremely powerful and her technique was extremely rough!

The black shadow used too much force, and Cheng Jia was very light, and was pulled out of the quilt like a little chicken.

However, in an instant, the other party suddenly let go of her who was being carried into the air, and Cheng Jia slammed her butt on the bed.

"Fuck..." Cheng Jia whispered in a low voice, grabbed the bath towel, trying to see the other person's appearance clearly with the flashlight light. But a quilt covered her head.

She was pressed down on the bed, and the other party scolded: "Be good at the rules! Don't move!"

Cheng Jiazhen didn't move. She thought calmly. It would be better if she didn't see her face, at least she wouldn't be silenced.

The other party should be for money so that he will not kill people madly. If he finds something that satisfies them and leaves, it is a blessing in disgrace.

The other party was very strong and Cheng Jia couldn't move. She listened to the sound of footsteps and initially judged that there were about four people.

It is unwise to scream for help now.

Soon, she heard the sound of the switch and the lights in the room turned on. The people searched everywhere in the room, including tables, cabinets, beds, and boxes and cabinets. Cheng Jia held his breath and suddenly heard someone say, "Brother Qi, it's this box, here..."

"Open and see." The man who was called "Seventh Brother" had a low voice and heavy voice.

Cheng Jia suddenly remembered something and instantly understood what was going on. She struggled hard.

The man pressed her down and said fiercely: "I told you not to move! I should have known that I would be arrested one day after I did something unscrupulous."

Cheng Jia sneered in the quilt: "Let go!"

Outside the quilt, the footsteps and the sounds of speaking stopped.

The man's hand froze, as if he was frightened, and hesitated for a moment, he really let go.

Cheng Jia wrapped his bath towel and lifted the quilt.

Four strong and mighty men stood in the room with guns, with a cold expression.

Cheng Jia realized that what they were looking for was a man.

Cheng Jia glanced at the person beside the bed. He was in his early thirties and had a square face in the national character. He was very short, strong and thick as a stone wool.

But his intuition told her that the person who pulled her out of the quilt at the beginning was not him.

On the contrary, there was a man behind him, tall and big, with a straight back, and just standing there exuding a strong aura.

But Cheng Jia didn't have time to see the man's face clearly. A thin and tall man came over to block his sight. He pointed to his suitcase and asked, "Is this your box?"

"yes."

"Is this room alone or is there someone else?"

"one person."

The tall and thin man stared at her for a few seconds, and said in disbelief: "We have sufficient evidence to suspect that you illegally carry and transport rare wildlife furs, please..."

"Unbox for inspection, okay." Cheng Jia nodded in cooperation.

The tall and thin man paused for a moment, as if he was suspicious of her calmness. After a while, he turned around to check Cheng Jia's suitcase.

Cheng Jia looked at him as if he was not concerned about his affairs, and suddenly he noticed a gaze. A big Tibetan boy with dark skin and big eyes was staring at her without blinking.

Cheng Jia looked down, she hugged her chest, and there was a deep groove on the bath towel. She raised her eyelids sarcastically, and the big boy seemed to have been untied in an instant. He was shocked suddenly and turned around in a hurry.

The tall and thin man squatted on the ground, pulled open Cheng Jia's box and said, "Brother Qi, I suspect this box is not her..."

Before he finished speaking, the zipper was opened, and several boxes of condoms popped out and fell to the ground.

In the inn room late at night, there was a strange silence.

The tall and thin man paused for a moment and quickly turned over Cheng Jia's box, underwear, cosmetics, and all kinds, but there was nothing they wanted to find, and there was no direct and indirect evidence.

He even opened Cheng Jia's eyeshadow box and looked at it.

Nothing was found.

His brows frowned into the character "Chuan", turned his head and looked at Cheng Jia for a few glances, and then walked to the corner, which was the direction of the "Seventh Brother" standing.

There was only a small energy-saving lamp on the room, and the man happened to be standing in the dark. Cheng Jia couldn't see his face clearly, and he felt that his figure was extremely tall and strong.

He waved his hand and walked over the national face beside Cheng Jia's bed.

"Stone, what's going on? Are you following the wrong one?"

"Impossible, Shiliu and I were staring at the person coming in." The face of Cheng Jia who was pressing Cheng Jia at the beginning was called Shi Tou, which really suited his short and honest body shape.

The tall and thin man who was walking through Chengjia's box also answered, "Yes, it's this room. The boss also said that the man who lives in this room would be wrong. Will this woman be..."

His eyes swept the condom on the floor.

Later, the sound was too low and Cheng Jia couldn't hear it.

Cheng Jia touched the cigarette box from the bedside table and fired the lighter. In an instant, she noticed that a stranger among the men looked at her with a deep look.

She turned her head but didn't look for the master who looked at her.

She leaned against the wall, lowered her head and lit the cigarette in her mouth, smoking while waiting for them to discuss the result.

Finally, the voice faded and a tall and tall figure walked up to him.

Cheng Jia raised his eyes and his eyes gradually became straight.

He must be the "Seventh Brother" among the people.

Cheng Jia first noticed the dark eyes under his thick eyebrows, with deep eye sockets, making his eyes dark and bright. His skin was bronze, wild, and his facial features were clearly contoured, making him a face that was unforgettable.

In addition, he is tall and strong, with a straight back and aura, and he has a distinct presence as soon as he steps forward.

He stood still, his tone was normal, but his voice was not wrong and he said, "Miss, can you answer a few questions?"
To be continued...