Chapter 213:

"Lee Bad?"
Li Badi opened his eyes and sat up. Mai Xia is on the edge of the stage.
"Are you awake?"
"I am now. What's wrong?"
"Someone tried to enter, Lee Bad. The spirits are doing their best, but they said they can't let them stay longer."
"How many are there?"
"Two. What do you want me to do?"
"I want to urinate."
He returned from a rest in the bathroom with a bottle of brandy in his hand. He smashed the bottle down, handed it to Maixia, and walked up the stairs to the front door.
Liquor has a big kick and there is no room for absorption. He almost lost his foothold on the dark stairs when climbing. But he climbed to the top without breaking any bones, slid the bolt aside, and opened the right hand door. There is no way to do it quietly. When he opened the debris, the door was grated. It was still dark outside, which meant that Li Huai couldn't sleep for a long time.
He felt that Maisha's ghost had come, and when he climbed the steps of to the street, he spoke to his invisible companion. "I didn't twitch. This is a good sign. But if something goes wrong, please go back and let her escape, okay? There are iron chains on the fire exit, but I broke them, thinking you would let your friends watch Walking down the alley. So you go with her; don’t wait for me. I can take care of myself. I will find you wherever you go. I hope that one of God is listening, because if I lose her..."
He walked there, unable to express a voice of fear. He is now at the top of the steps, instead of wandering outside the hidden place, he wanders to the crossroads and checks in all directions. There are no people around and the traffic is not smooth.
He walked around the block of wood idly and stopped to light a cigar. He felt that-contrary to connoisseurs who did not want to touch the flame, after smoking for a few hours, it became very spicy. Put out gently, smoke again, then put out again. Now, it is as mature as an old sock, raising it, and giving Li Huai a perfect excuse to wander here and assess the street conditions.
He walked to the end of the other end of the block, pulled the cigar, and found that the cigar had conveniently died on him again. He took out a tattered match, put it in his jacket pocket, tore off a match, gave himself a beautiful hot flame, and reignited his stink. When he bent down to perform the task, his peripheral vision saw a man and a woman approaching him from the north end of the block. This woman is small but fierce in appearance. The bald man over her is one and a half feet taller than her.
It was Mai Dong, he brought company. Li Wei smoked a cigar, causing the clouds to drift away. He glanced in their direction, but didn't do anything that could be interpreted as a signal. Then, he turned around, turned around and walked around the building until Ophiopogon turned a corner at the company, and then Li Huai turned around and walked down the steps of the pile and waited.
Only when they reached the highest point of the flight and began to descend, Li Huai went in and waited for them to follow. Li Huai met Mai Dong's friends before. He remembered her name as Lana. She is only five feet tall, but every inch of her is strong muscle. She has more ink on her body than Li Bad and Mai Dong combined, but this is not because of her passion for art forms. Everywhere on her skin (including her face) is a living breathing scroll. This is an encyclopedia of mysterious warrants and signatures. She said,
Reluctantly keep the soul out.
This woman attracted supernatural powers. . Li Badi was very happy to see her.
"In case Li Wei encounters some problems, I took her there," Mai Dong said as he entered the building.
"Hi, Bad Li," Lana said. "Really happy to see you again."
She stretched out her hand, and Li Badi took it. Her grip almost crushed his finger.
"Lana," Li Hao said, the epitome of restraint.
"She has an apartment, as long as Li Hao needs it, she can let Li Hao have it."
"It's everything to Maisha," Lana said.
"So let her move, right?" Mai Dong said. "My truck is parked on the street. Can I take it with me?"
"Yes. Li Huai will be here then." He stopped. Then quietly said: "Damn it."
"Tourist?" Lana said, looking around, her eyes flying.
"What is it. I just twitched in the ink. But it disappeared. It may have passed. In this city, you will never know. Let Li Huai pull the lady out of this pit. Five minutes, Mai east?"
"Five will do."
"Lana, come with me, okay?"
"You see, boss."
Li Badi found a sarcasm in her voice, but when he guided her through the dark maze, he chose to ignore it.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." Maisha said as they walked into her room. "What are you doing here?"
"Sorry. He said he was your friend," Lana said.
"You know I'm talking to you." Maisha said.
"I won't make you sick, Maixia. Many people rely on you. I included. Therefore, Li Huai has decided that you will stay at my house."
Li Badi cringed and waited for Maixia to return to Lana with other objections, but she just sat there with a smile on her face.
"What's so funny?" Li Badi said.
"It's okay," Maixia said. "It's great for everyone to bully me for my own benefit."
"So Lee Wai is holding a pajama party?" Lana said.
"Yes, Li Bad is." Maixia said.
"No argument?" Li Hao said.
"Do not."
She is still smiling.
"The ghost of masochism is one thing," Li Hao said. "But this? It's weird."
There are many signs that major consequences will happen in New York tonight. For those who consciously read or hear or smell these signs, they are everywhere: on several avenues, the subtle vapor rising from manholes overflows with every car collision In the form of gasoline. Death, amid the noise of thousands of birds hovering in the trees of Central Park, every other night, they will sleep and remain silent during this hour, and in prayer, homeless people mutter to themselves , For the sake of safety, they conceal it for safety, the garbage there is foul
Those churches that are open all night need a place to soothe people's hearts. They see more souls than they will surely see in half a year. These men and women, black and white, no shoes, and very good heels, unless tonight they all hope they can cut that part of their minds. They have known since their infancy that the biggest wounds in the world are in every day To deepen, they have no choice but to feel the harm they have suffered, which of course is partial.
So far, the trip to Brooklyn has not happened. Mai Dong occupied Canal Street and crossed the Manhattan Bridge.
"Damn, damn, stopped the truck." Li Badi said in a sigh.
"What is this?" Mai Dong asked.
"stop!"
Mai Dong stepped on the brake. Li Huai looked at the rearview mirror and studied what it was. When he saw it, he whispered, "What the is he doing here?"
"Who?" shouted more than one voice.
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