The gray clouds block the clear moon, and the night is quiet and people occasionally cry out a few times.

In the dark low building, the lights were on. In the sound of the wooden door creaking, Long Xing was sleepy, scratching his belly and wearing a vest to go to the bathroom. On the third floor opposite the building, there was still light on. He walked to the bathroom and pulled down his pants, glanced at it, muttering and muttering.

"...I still turn on the lights so late, don't have electricity."

He swayed comfortably twice, shook off the urine stains, and smacked his lips. He heard a man wailing in the building over there, shuddered in the spot, slid on the guardrail, and opened his mouth slightly.

"This sound...hey, I said that the dead foreigner spent so much money to live next door, and applied a facial mask and a nightgown. There must be a problem. It turns out that it's good!"

Thinking of this, the old man spat over there.

"It's really a world of decline and morality is declining... tsk tsk, it's so miserable. A man's friendship is worth a thousand gold, and he's going to the mountain and the sea of ​​fire... It's not as good as if I've finished peeing, ah drip~~"

Humming, he pulled a corner of his vest, raised his round old face, turned his back to his hands, walked into the room with a shaking head, and ran into the door with a loud bang.

In the small window on the door with lights on, the figure lying on the bed sat up in pain, looking at the chip in his hand, his eyes fell to the bank card in Harold's hand, and his thick eyebrows frowned.

‘It’s all put together…it’s not damaged.’

After thinking about it, I decided to put aside the chip's matter first. No matter how magical it is, I don't know the origin and have no way to start. Once my memory is untied, I can remember the chip's matter.

"Harold, tomorrow morning, I will go with you to find that Professor Harles."

"When is it that you still want to find someone?"

Harold wiped the corners of his eyes and spread the bank card in his hand. If he hadn't been able to beat it, he would have hoped to rush up and scratch the man to death: "Don't you feel heartbroken? This is money."

"Can't report the loss and recover it?"

On the other side, Wang Ruhu moved his hand away, got up and squeezed into the bathroom, took a towel and wet it, and wiped away the blood dirt from the blood hole. Looking outside, Harold pounded on the bed a few times, quickly walked over and leaned against the bathroom door frame, waving the bank card in his hand.

"I didn't pay taxes... Also, I was implicated in your prison escape. If the original card cannot get back to Morosia, it will be impossible to replace it!!"

Bang bang!

"Ahu, you haven't slept yet, who are you talking to?"

There were several knocks outside, and Li Lan's words came into the room. Wang Ruhu wiped the blood on his arm and asked Harold to open the door. The latter rolled his eyes, put Ka in his arms, opened the door, and a tightly wrapped woman stood there.

Seeing that it was a thin and weak foreigner with brown hair and blue eyes, Li Lan was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth slightly, and pointed inside, not knowing whether to speak English or Chinese for a moment.

"Big sister, I will speak your Chinese without a tangled expression."

"Well......"

In this strange tone of ancient times, Li Lan squeezed out a smile. Before she could speak, Wang Ruhu came out of the bathroom with a towel in the room.

"Sister Lan, come in."

"Oh!" The woman nodded, and shrank her feet around Harold, who looked a little slim, and carefully squeezed in, saying casually: "Uncle Ganglong is singing outside, so he can't sleep. When he gets up, he will get some breath. When he sees the lights in your room are still on, come and take a look."

The woman smelled her nose.

"What does this taste like..." In his eyes, he saw Wang Ruhu walking to the bedside, with dense holes all over his body, and was so scared that he stayed there, "Ahu...why are your injuries?"

Hmm...

The woman was kind to her, and Wang Ruhu thought about letting the other party enter the room before talking, but she forgot the wound on her body. Just as she was thinking about how to explain it, Li Lan sighed.

"Sister Lan is also a veteran. She knows in her heart. Don't be embarrassed. This is done by going to the foreign devils' construction site? They are lazy in their work, so don't be too fast. So many holes are there, are the steel bars that slide down and poke?"

Harold, who was drinking water, squirted out a sip of water. Even Wang Ruhu was stunned. I hadn't even thought about what to say, so I helped me make it happen.

The woman said a few words with concern, but it was not easy to stay in the man's house. She told Wang Ruhu to rest well and walk out of the room with her hair tied in her arms.

When I returned to the women's dormitory, I pushed the door open, turned around and looked at the room on the third floor, sighed, went into the bedroom where the snoring sounds, and took out the medicine box under my own bed, sat down at the edge of the bed, stroked the dripping hair, applied several rolls of bandages one by one, quietly returned to the door with the lights, knocked on the door, put the bandage down and left.

The closed door opened, and the light shone on the medicine box on the ground along the crack of the door. Wang Ruhu looked at the silhouette who turned and went downstairs. He felt indescribable for a moment. He picked up the medicine box, walked to the guardrail, looked at the woman who was wearing a single dress below and walked quickly to the building on the side, and shouted.

"Sister Lan."

The woman turned around and nodded with a smile when she heard the words "Thank you" behind her. She really told the man to go to bed early like an elder sister, so she went back to the room to close the door.

.........

"What do you say about my bank card?"

Harold took the medicine box, sat on the edge of the bed with a bandage, pulled out a piece, and said while wrapping it up: "I, Harold, are very smart. Now I have no money. Do we have to find a way to make money?"

Listening to the nagging words beside him, Wang Ruhu yawned a long time ago, and with the previous fight, tiredness swept over like a sea of ​​fatigue. Sitting there, his head was pecking, and he was still wrapped in a bandage.

By the time he finished his work, he had already fallen asleep. Harold was so sleepy that he lay down aside, hugged his body twice, rubbed his saliva and rubbed it on it, and then fell asleep.

As the night gradually passed, the fish belly turned white in the east. The morning sun, which broke through the gaps of the clouds, pushed the golden light to dispel the darkness, covered the tall buildings, and enveloped the small courtyard.

Oh...ohohoh~~

In the cage downstairs, the rooster stretched out his neck and made a loud cry. The quiet small building sounded noisy voices. The woman on the second floor started to cook breakfast, put on makeup and dressed and clamored.

The fat old man also squatted behind the guardrail on time, sticking his butt out, looking through the telescope and laughing, sucking saliva from time to time.

In another building, Wang Ruhu sat up wearing a bandage, looked at the sunshine pouring in from the window, thinking about regaining memory, and casually patted Harold beside him.

"Get up and go out."

Ah~~Huh~~

Sit up slowly, yawning Harold rubbed his eyes, and looked at the man with a bandage wrapped around him and was about to walk out. He slapped his hand and reminded him: "Just go out like this? Are you not afraid of being questioned by the police? Wait!"

As he said that, Harold shook his head, went out first, went to the next room to change his clothes, then went downstairs, went out to the street, and soon picked up breakfast, and threw a large set of casual clothes to Wang Ruhu.

"Don't break the brand."

It was an oversized hooded long-sleeved sweatshirt with a basketball printed on his chest. Wang Ruhu put it on just in line. After that, the two of them didn't say much. After breakfast, they hurried out. Harold took him to find Professor Harles from Loyola University.
Chapter completed!