Liu Changan

Fan Jian thought in his heart that such a woman doesn't know what kind of man he needs to enjoy, but for Zhongqing, the less contact with a person like Fan Jian, the better, and he hopes that he won't have to come to Fan Jian again.

Regardless of the sense of superiority brought about by various conditions, men who have been eating betel nuts, tobacco and alcohol for a long time have a special smell on their bodies, which Zhongqing dislikes very much.

"That boy's name is Liu Chang'an. This is his phone number." Zhongqing sent Liu Chang'an's phone number to the girl with the Rottweiler.

Her name is Zhu Juntang.

Zhu Juntang withdrew his gaze from looking up at the Baolong Center building, and looked at Liu Changan's name and phone number.

"He seems to be a tramp." Zhongqing talked about the information he had learned from Fan Jian just now, and came to a conclusion.

"He may be a high school student or a college student." Zhu Juntang felt that Zhongqing's eyes were a little weird, and explained, although in her eyes, whether it was a homeless man or a student, what that person did was enough to make people ignore him any identity.

"There is no difference." Zhongqing said lightly, no matter who the other party is, as Zhu Juntang, he should not pay attention to an ordinary boy.

"How tall is this building?" Zhu Juntang said to himself, squinting his eyes halfway, making his eyes look narrow and charming.

"452 meters." Zhongqing is familiar with the data of this tall building that ranks in the top fifteen in the country.

"If you jump off such a tall building, will you still be alive?" Zhu Juntang's beautiful nose wrinkled, and then loosened again, with an incredible emotion on his face, and patted his cheek.

"No."

"I don't think so either." Zhu Juntang nodded, and glanced at the rottweiler sticking out his tongue, "To be on the safe side, go buy a pig and throw it off the roof to have a look."

Zhu Juntang's dog obviously didn't realize that the master imagined the scene of it falling in his mind just now.

"Miss San, don't do any more weird things. I heard that you had someone find a dead body nearby last night, and then you went downstairs for a long time in the early hours of the morning." Although Zhong Qing was Zhu Juntang's Assistant, but you can't play around with her.

Zhu Juntang yawned very unladylike, handed the leash to Zhongqing, turned around and walked to Baolong Center.

In the elevator directly to the top floor, Zhu Juntang remained silent, looking at Liu Changan's name and phone number.

"That year when Liu Bang entered Xianyang, I was rescued. When Xiang Yu came again, he couldn't find me, so he burned Xianyang."

"From Qin Shihuang's pursuit of immortality, you were imprisoned, and then Liu Bang rescued you, that was more than ten years of imprisoned."

"Yes, and then Liu Bang locked me up again."

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Someone was talking nonsense to himself on the roof last night, and then he jumped off the building, but Zhu Juntang just got up and saw a young man working on the construction site with a telescope, which seemed to be the same as the man he saw last night .

She still clearly remembered that when the man jumped down, Zhu Juntang let out a scream and rushed over, instinctively wanting to hold him back, but only saw his figure speeding down, and disappeared in the night after a while .

"I, I..." Zhu Juntang only felt his teeth trembling. This building is one of the highest floors in Junsha City. If you jump from here, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving. It's just the suspense of falling to pieces or falling into a pulp.

The pupils are dilated, and Zhu Juntang's legs and feet are weak. She sometimes thinks about jumping from here to commit suicide, but after seeing such a scene, she realizes the horror of this kind of thing. The blood was concentrated in the heart, and the heart was overwhelmed to squeeze out the blood, her limbs were cold, and her whole body was exhausted.

After a while, Zhu Juntang got up, went back to his room, and then took the elevator all the way to the bottom of the building.

It was midnight, and there were still uniformed security guards patrolling the downstairs lobby, seeing Zhu Juntang saluted and greeted him quickly.

Zhu Juntang rushed out and searched around, while being afraid while forcing himself to be ready to see that extremely miserable scene.

Jumping down like this, it must be ugly to die, I still don't want to jump off the building, Zhu Juntang thought so, and was very surprised, why did he jump off the building?

She thought of the last time he looked at her, how peaceful it was, it must be because of all hopelessness, no determination to miss this world, the look in his eyes, right?

Compared with him, I am a complete coward. Is he probably even more unfortunate than myself?

Zhu Juntang searched around the square in front of the building.

"Miss, what are you looking for? We will help you find it together." The security guard on duty said after Zhu Juntang.

Zhu Juntang was puzzled, opened his mouth, hesitated and asked, "I just saw someone jump off the roof."

The security guard was taken aback, and quickly called other patrolling colleagues to search for the "corpse".

Half an hour later, the patrols looking for the "corpse" reported one after another, but nothing was found within [-] meters around the building.

After all, a person weighs more than 100 kilograms. Jumping from the top of the building does not mean that the kite will be blown far away. This kind of range search is enough.

"Miss, are you sure?" the security captain asked cautiously.

"Maybe I got it wrong." Zhu Juntang smiled, "Thank you for your hard work.

"It doesn't matter. It's getting late, please go upstairs and rest early."

Zhu Juntang turned around, stepped on the gorgeous high-heeled shoes inlaid with many diamonds, the reflection on the floor swayed like water, and walked gracefully into the elevator.

The elevator door was closed, and from the crack in the door, one could see that the security guard was still maintaining a bowing posture, meticulous and without neglect.

"Damn it!"

Zhu Juntang's elegance suddenly collapsed, and she sat down limply, pinching the armrest of the sofa tightly with her white fingers, she was absolutely right, she witnessed the boy jumping down in front of her!

Will it be too broken?Will it be eaten by cats and dogs when it falls?Did it just happen to fall into the trash can and get buried in the trash?

Zhu Juntang thought of many possibilities, went upstairs and changed into night running clothes, and prepared to pretend to be a night running, and looked around again, she really couldn't accept a person jumping off in front of her eyes, life and death were unknown, The fact that there is not even a shadow.

Zhu Juntang ran around the building for more than an hour, thinking that there would be someone else's eyeliner among the security guards, and finally gave up.

After tossing around for most of the night, Zhu Juntang didn't get up until noon today, and sat up lazily. What happened last night was like a dream, like electricity, which refreshed her all of a sudden. After drinking a glass of water, she confirmed in a daze that it was not a dream. , I really saw it, and I really asked people to find the "corpse".

Zhu Juntang still didn't give up, and watched by the window with a telescope, but he didn't expect to find something in the nearby construction site.

Zhu Juntang's telescope is a Leica product, which is expensive enough and not as accurate as the most professional telescope manufacturers, but it is enough to see the face and body marks of a few hundred meters away to judge whether he is someone you have seen .

Although he believed in his own eyes, what he saw with his own eyes had a strong conflict with his inherent common sense and cognition of the world, which still made Zhu Juntang hesitate and doubt.

She finally decided to send a text message to the phone number.

"Hello, I'm Zhu Juntang. I talked about longevity with you last night. See you today. I'm surprised and surprised. I hope to make an appointment for a short talk. It's just you and me, the restaurant on the roof of the octagonal pavilion, waiting for you."

After sending the text message, Zhu Juntang sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning lazily, holding a copy of Li Ling's Zhou Xingtianxia in his hand, his eyes were shining, and he looked up at the scorching sun that was gradually heading west.