Chapter 652 Old News

There was no one around on the river beach at night, only the sound of running water.

Zhang Heng was holding a flashlight and was looking for something with his head down. Then for some unknown reason, a cloud of mist suddenly floated on the river, and his vision became blurry. Zhang Heng immediately took out the bag in his pocket. 【Filter lens】

However, the [Filter Lens] that had been used in several dungeons unexpectedly failed this time.

Zhang Heng's sight still couldn't penetrate the heavy fog.

After realizing the danger, he began to back away and walked towards the car.

But after taking a few steps, the inexplicable fog from the picture began to dissipate again.

Zhang Heng looked up and saw a dense crowd of "people" standing on the embankment. They all lowered their heads and grinned at him with silent smiles, as if they were looking at the food on the plate.

The next moment Zhang Heng opened his eyes and saw the alarm clock on the table, the time pointed to 00:36.

He had just finished copying his homework two hours ago. He leaned on the chair and wanted to take a rest. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep directly and had a dream about being surrounded by those things.

Zhang Heng didn't know if it was because he heard Bai Qing talk about her family affairs at noon. He began to realize that those things may have penetrated into human society more seriously than he imagined. If left alone, maybe after a while, they would become Can quietly control the entire society, and then quietly exterminate all humans.

Fortunately this only happens in the copy.

Zhang Heng got up, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.

He originally planned to go to the river beach again tonight, but he didn't know if it was because of the dream just now. Zhang Heng hesitated and gave up. He had searched for two consecutive nights without any results, and it was about time to consider changing his mind. .

Besides that, he had to get some more money.

With only the pocket money of high school students, even asking girls to buy hamburgers, basically nothing can be done. In fact, in modern society, most things can be solved with money, and investigations can be speeded up with sufficient funds. efficiency.

This time, he could be considered a "rebirth" in this dungeon. After returning from college to high school, Zhang Heng thought about how ordinary reborn people make money.

It turned out that he couldn't seem to use the tricks commonly used in novels and movies. There was no need to think about lottery tickets. He had never paid attention to this aspect. He had neither the energy nor the time to start a business. The same is true for stocks. And even if you know its market trend, you still need enough start-up capital and enough patience.

So after looking around, Zhang Heng found that he could only go back to his old business.

He changed into a set of clothes that he didn't usually wear, and then borrowed his grandpa's Volkswagen again.

Zhang Heng was very careful when driving out late at night several times before. When he came back, he not only put the car back in its original position, but also carefully arranged the seat cushions and floor mats inside, and cleaned up the dirt brought back from the river beach. However, the problem of gasoline consumption was It's something he can't solve.

Grandpa may not notice it once or twice, but over time, the latter will definitely find abnormalities in the oil gauge.

Of course, this matter is still about money, and it is very simple to solve it. Just buy two barrels of gasoline and add it at any time.

Zhang Heng drove his Volkswagen onto the elevated highway and drove southward until he arrived at the new district.

It is said to be a new district, but in fact it is almost like a ghost town. The city's leaders announced with great enthusiasm that they would build an Eastern Manhattan. However, just halfway through the grand blueprint, the people were transferred and the new leaders who replaced them did not know where they were going. For some reason, it seems that they don’t want to move forward with this project, so now the new area is basically vacant and the occupancy rate is very low.

When Zhang Heng got off the elevated highway, he could feel that there were almost no other vehicles nearby, and the surrounding high-rise buildings looked dark.

Zhang Heng slowed down the car, and according to the description in the news article in his memory, he finally found the real owner after circling for half a circle.

Different from the deserted atmosphere in other places, this street is quite lively. It is already early in the morning, but there are still many people, both men and women, and there are no less than ten luxury cars and modified cars parked there.

Zhang Heng was relieved when he saw this. What he was most worried about was that this group of people was not in the dungeon or did not come out to party tonight.

They are all members of a modified car club. They are basically the rich second generation who run a business at home. When their abundant material life can no longer satisfy them, they will naturally turn to the pursuit of excitement.

So basically we meet up every week to race in the new district. The racing lasted for a year and a half. During this period, some people went to study abroad, some quit due to financial difficulties, and some new blood joined.

Because there were not many people here in the new district, and some of their families did have a lot of connections, no one cared about them until they got into a car accident. A Porsche and a Mercedes-Benz accidentally collided with each other while they were racing. It was revealed that the driver of the Porsche was killed because he was going too fast.

Zhang Heng didn't have much ill feelings toward this group of people. After all, the people who died in the explosion were one of their own, and no passers-by were hurt. Moreover, they chose a new area with few people, and it couldn't be said to disturb the people. Compared with some people who were causing trouble and blowing up the streets. The sand sculpture is still much better, of course it is still illegal.

They immediately became nervous when they saw the public appearing at the other end of the street.

One of them, who looked very young and probably born after 2000, was the most arrogant one. He said to the crowd of people driving slowly in front of him, "What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Although the others didn't say anything, the desire to get out was obvious in their eyes. As a result, instead of leaving, the Volkswagen stopped beside them. As the window rolled down, the modified car club's People also saw the person in the driver's seat.

Contrary to their expectations, sitting inside was a boy about the same size as a post-00 kid.

Zhang Heng was very familiar with this situation. Although everyone was staring at him with hostility, he did not show any fear like ordinary people. Instead, he said, "Racing?"

"It's none of your business." A young man sitting on the hood of the 911 smoking a cigarette said. He was the only one without a female companion tonight, and he seemed to be the leader of the group.

"It's so boring to play alone all the time. Take me with you." Zhang Heng said.

Before he finished speaking, there was laughter all around.

One of the girls, wearing a peaked cap and suspenders, laughed the most exaggeratedly, holding her stomach and almost bursting into tears, "Are you kidding me, little brother? Is this your broken car?"