Dien Bien, Shangcheng District.

The gloomy weather seemed to add a cold filter to the world, and the rain washed the wide asphalt road exceptionally clean, making it look like new.

The aerodynamic high-end sports car cuts through the rain with graceful arcs, or is parked on the side of the road waiting for its owner to be washed.

The exterior walls of high-rise buildings are silver with a metallic or mirror-like texture, and large screens display advertisements for high-end products packaged in unknown shapes. The gorgeous neon colors add color to the world, complementing the rain.
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The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows display elegant, exquisite, beautiful and high-end worlds.

In the warm-colored cafe, a decent and elegant woman stirred a spoon, turned her head and thanked the waiter in a suit with a smile...

The robot is ferocious in shape and full of mechanical feeling. It is like a beast and must be expensive to build. It is displayed as a toy or ornament...

White porcelain and modern works of art with unique and bold shapes that make people unable to see the real thing together create an intimidating image that makes people dare not tarnish...

Gorgeous luxury clothes are neatly displayed for people to choose from...

Carefully prepared perfumes that complement different environments and people are either elegant, rich, sweet, clean and refreshing, or imaginative. They are all different, but the same is not pungent at all, natural and comfortable.

Several tall, handsome men and women with graceful figures, either in suits or long windbreakers, are all fashionable and decent, with high-quality colors and workmanship. Their footsteps may be fast or slow, competing for the world, enjoying the world, and the unevenness.

They are not afraid of getting wet at all, but seem a bit poetic.

From the few words flowing in the wind, you can vaguely hear that they are talking about national events, celebrity secrets, and the rise and fall of the stock market, but they are said so casually, and everything is allowed to be played.

This is the real Dien Bien.

Xiacheng District is just a forgotten place that is isolated from the public opinion network and has never really existed. It is abandoned and ignored by everyone. It only exists in the cognition of a few people and is waiting to decay and die quickly. It contains the remains that have been eliminated.

A garbage shelter, this technological, clean, beautiful, decent, high-end place where people can’t help but speak softly and dignified is the true identity of this city.

Many people say it is no different from Mumbai.

Zhang Lingjun wrapped himself in a jacket, not sure whether it was because of the sudden change in weather or the unnatural feeling of being in a field that did not belong to him.

I awkwardly rubbed my dirty face and hair that I hadn't had time to take care of since I woke up early in the morning. I looked at the silver building in front of me with dark clouds standing in front of me and walked in.

At the front desk on the first floor, she was dressed professionally and looked at the young and beautiful front desk lady with a frown but no surprise in her eyes. She walked to the elevator and went to the 23rd floor, arriving at the door of a residence.

This is not a very suitable environment for people to live in, but it is very suitable for the needs of the owner who likes to be lively and does not like to be disturbed by others. At the same time, it is not far or close to his work place.

Fingerprint unlocking, face verification.

Opening the door, there is a minimalist-style room with an area of ​​80 to 90 square meters.

It is not the kind of minimalism that is called minimalist, but it is just based on its appearance and its essence. It is essentially minimalist made up of extreme luxury. In essence, it is another kind of showing off wealth, restrained wealth composed of materials and craftsmanship.

, but true minimalism.

The room is more than 80 square meters, with no partitions except the bathroom, and a completely open design.

There is nothing superfluous, there are only a few scattered items in the empty room.

There is a bed in the middle, a cabinet in the corner, curtains hanging on the floor-to-ceiling window, and a small table and two chairs in front of the window.

A tall, beautiful woman wearing a white knitted home gown was sitting on the table, looking at the drizzle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing the voice at this time, he turned his head, and a strand of hair on his temples fell down as he turned his head. Together with the facial features that could not find any flaws, his face was swaying just right.

"You're here."

"Yeah."

Zhang Lingjun's eyes did not stay for a moment longer on that exquisite and perfect face, but went straight down, passing over the sinuous body, the round and straight legs, and landed on the pair of legs that seemed to be on his feet.

It's a small boat, with diamonds inlaid on it. On the toe of the shoe, there is a wind chime twisted into an artistic shape of a date flower, which looks very beautiful on the shoe.

His brows wrinkled slightly.

The woman asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Lingjun said: "Do you know Ruan Xing?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, didn't you know before? Or don't you remember?"

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but feel a little confused by the question. Of course he knew Ruan Xing, and he was also familiar with the woman. It was not impossible and normal for the two to have a relationship, but it was a bit difficult to say that he had to be right to know.

"Should I know?"

The woman nodded, "It seems you have really forgotten that we met together."

Zhang Lingjun said: "Are you sure? I remember we first met in the hospital."

The woman turned back and continued to look at the drizzle outside, "She was there that day."

"Ah."

"She's right behind you."

Zhang Lingjun frowned and thought hard, but his mind was empty and he couldn't find anything.

The woman shook her head and recalled...

Before that, she never thought that she would meet this guy. She never thought that she would be related to this somewhat smart and somewhat crazy liar.

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The beginning of that day was no different from the past. It was boring, boring, and meaningless, as if I was passing through a dead world.

Concubine is accustomed to getting up at 6:30 in the morning, washing, eating, changing clothes and going out, squeezing the elevator to the underground parking, driving out of the community, passing five traffic lights, eight intersections, and four turns.

During this period, I passed the old man who ran a red light without any scruples every day, the heavily overloaded battery car with children in front and behind him, the small car driver who seized every opportunity and was always ready to take advantage of every opportunity, and the stories this caused, the dozing big truck, guessing

When will the incident unfold?

After a 30-minute journey, I arrived at the hospital, got off the car, and passed by a man in an inappropriate down jacket sitting on the steps with a complicated emotion on his face, smoking a cigarette, and a woman sobbing on a lonely chair at the door of the emergency room.

, the children running around without scruples in the hall, the elevator door which is rotten and seems to collapse at the touch of a touch, the old man who is lying on the bed being pushed and hanging, the festive and outdated New Year's greetings on the TV...<

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