Zhao Xue thought of Brother Feng appearing behind him when he was talking to Liu Xin. It seemed that he also heard what he and Liu Xin said. At this time, he was obviously protecting himself and not wanting to embarrass himself. Tonight he could stay in the private room without going out, and he didn't have to worry about being discovered by his younger brother. What a meticulous man! He knew how to help others without silence. But why was he doing this for?

Zhao Xue has been in this industry for more than two years. Two years ago, she had worked as a lady with a wine compliment at a nightclub called "Midnight" in Binhai City. Later, she still felt that she had made more money in the bath center, so she said Hanhao is here. Xu Gongzi Note: What do readers think of when they read this? If they don't remember, they can look back and read Chapter 7 of "Ghost Hutong". The experience over the past few years has made Zhao Xue almost numb about men, and her impression of wearing clothes is almost blurred. Anyway, it's that thing, and there is no big difference! But today, Feng Ge left a deep impression on her, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious about this man.

Just when Zhao Xue was in a state of uneasiness, Liu Xin pushed the door and slid in, and whispered to her: "I just met that Brother Feng again in the corridor. He ordered me to accompany that Brother Chang at night. We can all earn more tonight... Also, I asked Sister Chen, and Sister Chen also asked. She said that your brother came out with his classmates for his birthday and he had not asked the lady to enter the room... Sister Chen also said that she would take care of the sisters here and don't provoke your brother..."

Liu Xin was too enthusiastic. Although Zhao Xue was very grateful for her actions, she felt a little uncomfortable. Working here was like being in another world. After walking out, the specific information about the real family was a personal secret, and the less people knew, the better. Zhao Xue felt this in her heart, and her face was unconsciously revealed. Liu Xin found out that and quickly explained: "Others don't know what's going on. Sister Chen won't say it either. Don't worry, no one will know it anymore."

Zhao Xue sighed inwardly, and felt relieved. Although no one could really communicate in this environment, living in the world always requires a few friends who can communicate emotions and share secrets. Staying in a place like Hanhao every day, Liu Xin and Sister Chen are probably the only people she can trust and have to trust. While the two were talking quietly, Feng Junzi pushed the door and walked in, and saw No. 29 in the room. He smiled and said, "Xingyu, why are you here? Do you want to play double flying with me?"

Liu Xin also smiled and replied, "Shuangfei wait for next time! You are going to play with Yangyang today, "Ants don't climb up the tree, the bright moon shines on the broken bridge." I'll go with Brother Chang, and I won't bother you-" and said, pushing the door and walking out.

...

On that night, none of the four people in the two private rooms were sleeping soundly.

Chang Wu is not used to spending overnight in such places. Hanhao is of good grade and the air in the private room is very good. It is not as dirty as many other bath centers and has various indescribable smells. The bed sheets are very clean and they are changed every day, even cleaner than those in Chang Wu's home. The beds in the private room are large, not the one-meter-two-wide small beds in some low-end sauna private rooms, but the standard 9.5-meter Simmons double bed. But Chang Wu just can't sleep and always feels a little nervous.

In fact, Chang Wu knew that many comrades in the bureau regarded this kind of entertainment venue as dormitories, and they went home to sleep less at night, but this was the first time that Feng Junzi once called him a giant panda, which meant it was too rare. The private room was very quiet. It was so quiet that I could only hear the breathing of the girl beside me. The breathing gave him a strange feeling. Although he closed his eyes, Chang Wu could also feel that the girl's plump and firm breasts were rising and falling rhythmically with the gentle breathing. As long as he turned over, he could cover his graceful body, and the other party would only cooperate gently.

However, Chang Wu did not turn over. Not only did he not turn over, he inexplicably thought of Lin Zhenzhen - the beautiful and lovely girl in his mind. But this idea was just a flash of thought, and he felt that thinking of Lin Zhenzhen at such a place was simply a blasphemy to her, so he quickly put away his thoughts.

Liu Xin, who was lying beside Chang Wu, didn't fall asleep either. She quietly opened her eyes and looked at the man lying upright beside her curiously. It was obvious that he was trying to sleep as much as possible, but the muscles in his body were still a little nervous - he couldn't sleep! Why couldn't he sleep? Is it because of himself? Liu Xin could tell at a glance that this was a newbie in the romantic field. It was strange that when she was "serving" just now, Chang Wu did not end up with her. She didn't feel very grateful, but felt that he was stupid - he spent money and didn't do it. What's that?

Later, Brother Chang asked her to accompany her at night, and when she was accompanying her, she actually lay there seriously and slept even more stupid! Everything has a limit. If a person is stupid, then he is no longer stupid, and has become a characteristic, or even personal charm. People are also strange in their hearts. At night, they click Liu Xin on the washboard. Liu Xin felt that men's excessive demands were annoying and had no interest in that kind of thing. But when they met someone like Chang Wu, they actually slept with their eyes closed, let alone turned over her. Instead, she felt a little disappointed. She even thought that if she met this person next time, she must get him done. Why is it next time, not now? Liu Xin couldn't explain it clearly, and always felt that Brother Chang was sleeping with a majestic temperament, and she didn't dare to stick it over to offend him.

Just as Liu Xin looked at Chang Wu curiously, Zhao Xue was also looking at Feng Junzi in the private room next door. His eyes were not just curious, but simply surprised! Feng Junzi went to the locker room before going to bed. When he came back, he had an jade ring on his left ring finger. At this moment, the ring had been taken off and placed on the bedside table, but he was sitting cross-legged on the other side of the bed. Zhao Xue spent the night with all kinds of men in Hanhao's private room. He had seen people who were drunk and drunk and vented all night long. He was a bit perverted and wanted to play all kinds of sexual patterns. He was tired and sleeping like a dead pig. He had never seen anyone spending money to find a lady to accompany him at night, but he meditated on the lady to meditate in meditation! Is this person having a problem with his brain?

Feng Junzi doesn’t care what the girl behind him is thinking now, and his ears are panicking! The same environment feels different for different people. Chang Wu feels it’s too quiet, while Feng Junzi feels it’s too noisy, and there are ghosts crying around him!

This sound was heard shortly after Feng Junzi arrived at the rest hall of Hanhao Bath Center. At that time, he was lying in the rest hall with his eyes closed and resting, in a state of slept but not sleeping. A woman's crying faintly came from his ears. The crying sound began very subtle. It came from the corridor leading to the private room. Feng Junzi thought that someone was making trouble. People often got drunk or took medicine and cried and laughed, but he didn't pay much attention. But it was wrong to listen. He felt that this was not a normal sound, because he couldn't hear it when he opened his eyes and looked around. When he closed his eyes and rested, the sound appeared again. Although it was very small, it was extremely clear.

The source of the sound is uncertain and it is floating around. It sounds like someone is floating in the air and singing around the entire bath center. This is impossible to be a human voice. At that time, Feng Junzi understood in his heart that this place is not clean!

Feng Junzi came with Chang Wu and did not intend to meddle in other people's business. Feng Junzi was not just curious about the sound of ghost crying. He thought of Chang Wu. Chang Wu came here to investigate the case, but he didn't expect it to be a unclean place. Isn't there only drug transactions here, but there have been murders? If you don't figure it out, Chang Wu will suffer losses. It doesn't matter if ordinary people suffer losses, but when the police are undercover in plain clothes, they will be in danger of life. Therefore, although Feng Junzi is not willing to meddle in other people's business, he still has to find the source of ghost crying.

In midnight, while sitting quietly, the crying around is clearer and noisier than what you hear at night. It is also noisier. It is so lively that it is like a performance! However, Feng Junzi does not feel like a performance. If someone is crying by you, you will feel sympathy and want to persuade her; if a group of people cry by you, you will feel confused and your nose will be sore; but if it is a group of invisible people, only the crying is tangled in your ears, and the surroundings are dark, what will you feel? Such a scene reminds people of the mass grave under the dark night, which is gloomy and terrifying!

Feng Junzi always felt that the sound was very familiar, and I heard it more than once in my memory! This is the sound of the crying spirit, which is counted as an experience many years ago. In his hometown, there is a custom: after a person dies, he will set up a mourning hall for his relatives and friends to pay his respects during his lifetime. In the mourning hall, several female relatives of the deceased took turns singing the elegy. There was no phonograph or recorder in the past, which was equivalent to the current sorrow and joy. The tone of this elegy is very strange. It is singing the deceased's life or the emotion of the singer at this time with a sound similar to crying. It is difficult for others to hear clearly what they are singing, and it is even impossible to tell whether they are singing or crying! This custom is called crying spirit in the local area.

Feng Junzi has always been very sensitive to supernatural phenomena that ordinary people cannot detect, and he himself cannot remember when it started. But he remembered that he was shocked by an unexpected accident when he was a child: it was a summer evening. Feng Junzi was walking by the river and heard a melodious sound of a flute coming from a distance. The sound of the flute was gentle and clear, which made people fascinated. Feng Junzi unconsciously walked towards the direction of the sound to see who was blowing the flute. But the sound of the flute sounded very quiet, but the source was scattered and he couldn't find the person who blows the flute. As he walked, Feng Junzi suddenly found that he had walked into a cemetery. When Feng Junzi was a child, his hometown was still a very traditional ancient city, and it was not surprising that there was a cemetery in the suburbs of the city.

When it was getting dark, no one would have the interest to stay. Feng Junzi turned around and wanted to leave. But when he turned around, the sound of the flute changed, turning into a song and a crying sound. Feng Junzi had heard this sound, which was the local crying sound. He could not see the crying sound in his ears. Moreover, the sound was not a person, but a group of people. Feng Junzi did something in the cemetery that probably no one could have thought of - he straightened all the tilted graves, and then the sound disappeared, and he left that place.

Maybe someone has never seen the traditional and simplest earth tomb. This kind of grave has no monument, but it is just a wasteland bun, but a grave stands at the top of the bun. The grave is shaped like a big sea bowl, and it also looks like a small grave pile that is upside down. It means it is a grave, not an ordinary earth bun. For some reason, Feng Junzi walked into the grave, and most of the graves fell from the original position. Feng Junzi straightened them one by one, and he didn't know why he did this. It seemed to be a subconscious behavior. Until he came home, he woke up and felt that the fear slowly appeared, which made him not sleep well for several days. At that time, Feng Junzi was still young and didn't care much about this matter. Looking back later, sometimes he thought that it might be an illusion.

The sound I heard at the Hanhao Bath Center tonight was so similar to the sound I heard in the grave many years ago. Feng Junzi finally couldn't stand it anymore. He let out a long breath and opened his eyes. The sound was gone, and there was still a private room full of breath in front of him, and the sexy and enchanting young girl lying beside him. All this is a world of difference from the feeling of mass graves!

Zhao Xue, who was behind Feng Junzi, heard him breathing a sigh of relief, and relaxed her body while sitting upright. He knew that he had stopped meditating, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Feng, you are so interesting. What skills are you practicing when you meditate and don't sleep at night?"

This opening scared Feng Junzi and almost fell from the bed. He thought the lady was already asleep, but she suddenly spoke behind her. Feng Junzi had just heard the ghost crying and heard the voices in the darkness, and in vain he was really uncomfortable. He rubbed his pounding chest and turned to the side and said, "So you didn't fall asleep. I was shocked, why didn't you sleep?"

Zhao Xue smiled: "Brother Feng. You are so interesting. The first time I met someone who spent the night with a wallet lady, but I was meditating on the side. I'm afraid there's no second one in this world."

Feng Junzi also smiled: "Is that so? That's so strange! During the Republic of China, there was a man named Su Manshu, who was a talented man at that time. He was known as the best in calligraphy and painting. He often asked prostitutes to spend the night, prostitutes sleep, and he meditated on the bed. This kind of thing was known to everyone in the world in the 1930s, which is just you have never heard of it."

Zhao Xue was unheard of what Feng Junzi said, and she widened her eyes curiously and asked, "There are such people. Brother Feng, are you also a talented man and a famous man? What is the master of Su? "

Feng Junzi: "It's Su Manshu! Why did I learn from him? I'm not a monk! Su Manshu is a monk, and he is known as two great love monks with Li Shutong, and is famous all over the world."

Zhao Xue blinked: "The world is famous? Why have I never heard of it?"

Feng Junzi: "It's normal that you haven't heard of Su Manshu, but you should have heard of Li Shutong. He is Master Hongyi. You may not have heard of Master Hongyi, but you must have sang the song "outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green all over the sky-'. This is what Li Shutong wrote."

Zhao Xue nodded and said, "I have heard it. It was the song "Farewell". Many guests have sung it... Huh? Brother Feng, how did you know that I have done it on TV? I didn't tell you!"

Feng Junzi felt inexplicable emotion when he heard this. Since ancient times, famous scholars and famous prostitutes have had many good stories, but now these ladies are selling a good look on the bed. How can they understand what Feng Yue is? Even prostitutes have fallen into depravity, and the world can imagine it! He and this Yangyang are really a waste of saliva! Of course, Feng Junzi knew that she had sang the song with the guests, because this Yangyang had sang this song "Farewell" with him, and more than two years ago in the Midnight Nightclub.

When Zhao Xue is in this business, it can be said that she has to change a few men every day. It is impossible to remember a guest she accompanied two years ago. But Feng Junzi recognized her when she was outside, not because she was particularly impressed by Yang Yang, but because of another thing. Two years ago, he accompanied his friend to him that night, he met Hu Shiwei for the first time, and Han Shuangqing for the first time, and saw the second "Ghost Hutong". Therefore, he remembered very clearly about what happened that night, even every detail. Now, Han Shuang has disappeared, and Xiaowei went overseas shortly after experiencing that incident, and gradually broke off contact.

Thinking of this, Feng Junzi replied lightly: "Of course I know that I have been to midnight before. You have accompanied me. Your name is Yangyang, right?"

Zhao Xue said with a little surprise: "No wonder you can call out my name as soon as you meet. Brother Feng is really a memory!" Feng Junzi said listlessly, but it sounded different to Zhao Xue's ears: I had accompanied him two years ago, and he could remember me! It seems that I left a deep impression on him! It is always a happy thing for women to remember men, let alone women like Zhao Xue? How many men can truly remember her?

Feng Junzi didn't feel like he was tangled with this topic and asked a strange sentence: "Yangyang, can't you sleep? Have you heard any sound?"

Zhao Xue was truly surprised this time: "What! Brother Feng, have you heard it? Are you a man?"

After saying that, Zhao Xue felt something was wrong. A woman asked a man in bed, which was simply an insult! However, Feng Junzi didn't mind, but turned around and asked, "Did you really hear it? What's the sound? What does this have to do with a man?"
Chapter completed!