Chapter 2: Settlement one

Chapter 2: Settlement one

   Chapter 2 Reckoning One

Xihe Urban Village is still lively at 1 in the middle of the night. The barbecue stalls and food stalls are still in business. The business is good. The roads are full of sewage, vegetables, leaves, and garbage. Voices, laughter, talking, the air is full of restlessness.

  Tang Qi raised his feet and walked in the direction he remembered.

   "Kiki, Kiki..."

In front of a low and dilapidated tin hut, an old woman with gray hair and a blue-black dress was calling lowly, her sunken eyes seemed to be covered with a cobweb, gray and white, her hunched body was slender and swaying in the night, It seemed like he was going to fall in the next second.

"…grandmother."

   Maybe the original owner's memory had completely merged with her, and the moment she saw the trembling old man, she blurted out.

  Something weird.

   She was 25 years old and spent the first 15 years in the laboratory. She was trained every day, injected with various drugs, and analyzed and tested by various instruments. She was numb, and life was better than death.

   In the next ten years, I had countless missions, jumping between life and death again and again.

  She has huge and amazing wealth, and she is powerful and unmatched at the top, but she still feels empty.

   The old man in front of her made her empty heart suddenly have something.

   "Qiqi, you're back, where have you been, it's so late, hey, just come back, just come back."

   The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes could not be seen, but when he heard her voice, he smiled like a child, groping and reaching out in her direction.

  Tang Qi took the first two steps to support the old man and walked towards the iron house behind the old man.

   In memory, where she lived for seventeen years.

   "My classmate's birthday, please sing K, and have a late night snack, so I came back late."

   After listening to Tang Qi's explanation, the old man nodded reassuringly, "No wonder, I know that my family Qiqi is not a bad boy and won't mess around."

   Hearing the old man's words, a girl named Tang Jiajia flashed in Tang Qi's mind.

   looks average, stupid and timid, but loves to sow discord and gossip. The death of the original owner has nothing to do with her.

   Entered the tin house, with a slightly damp and hot rotten breath, blowing towards the face.

  The 20-square-meter room, one can see the bottom at a glance, is a half-person-height wooden table supported by the wall by the door, and three of the table legs are reinforced with old wooden sticks wrapped with cloth strips.

   Further inside, there is a cloth wardrobe without a door, an iron frame bed, an old fan, and the most valuable thing is probably the half-new 30-inch LCD TV on the coffee table.

The innermost corner of the    is a toilet separated by wooden boards and plastic sheets, with an area of ​​no more than two square meters.

   "The boiling water in the thermos is only boiled at night, so you can take a shower before going to bed." Grandma whispered.

   "Got it, Grandma."

Although she has never lived in such a bad environment, when she was on a mission before, she had seen places a hundred times worse than this. You die and I live.

   In comparison, it is good to be able to shelter from the wind and rain, eat well and wear warm clothes.

  After washing, she lay on the creaking plank bed, listening to the gentle and even breathing of the old man beside her, she closed her eyes as she was exhausted physically and mentally.

  Sleep well, and have the strength to clean up tomorrow.

  …

   Early in the morning, Tang Jiajia was in a good mood, humming a song, wearing a cotton mop, and going downstairs.

   Just opened the anti-theft iron door at the stairway, and suddenly saw Tang Qi in front of the door of the iron house, his eyes almost popped out.

   "Why are you here?"

  The long-awaited Tang Qi leaned against the door frame and folded her arms around her chest. While looking at each other calmly, she replied lazily, "What do you think? I'm not at my house, where else can I be?"

  Tang Qi's voice was clear and sweet, transparent and powerful, completely different from the cowardly and gentle voice of the original owner.

   But Tang Jiajia couldn't care to distinguish the difference at this time, she was full of doubts.

   "You didn't come back last night..."

   (end of this chapter)