NO.Three Hundred and Eighty Heavy Rain

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It was not until Zhang Heng walked out of the villa community that he let out a sigh of turbidity, revealing a complicated expression.

His heart is not as cold as it appears on the surface. After all, he is the father of the person who once supported him. At least he knows that Li Jianguo and Li Yiru have never done anything unfavorable to him.

It's just that, for the sake of his family, he had to make a gesture of keeping no strangers in, like a hedgehog, constantly raising sharp thorns high, not allowing the slightest bit of harm.

If you soften your hand this time, then it will get worse again and again! The position he was standing was like a suspended staircase. Although he could climb up, there were empty cliffs on both sides of the staircase. At the bottom of those cliffs, countless evil ghosts from hell stretched their thin arms and waited constantly. Those eyes that turned blue with hunger were full of greed and bloodthirsty...

Zhang Heng has no way out. He can only keep climbing upwards. Once he goes wrong, he will be wrong. The end is that he will fall into the cliff and be bitten by those evil ghosts who covet him.

"Should I say you're confused?" Zhang Heng snorted coldly and glanced back. With his eyesight, he instantly crossed the darkness and saw in the study window of the villa a few hundred meters away. The two grandchildren's eyeballs cried bitterly.

If Mr. Li was not Li Jianguo's father or Li Yiru's grandfather, his life would not be saved today.

rumbling...

Another muffled thunder exploded, and suddenly, the raindrops the size of a bean, like elves in the sky, fell in groups, slapped on the dry ground in the next second, and were absorbed by the dry ground in an instant. .

However, there were so many raindrops that the dry cement had not yet had time to absorb a single raindrop, and the next raindrop roared. In the end, countless raindrops converged on the cement floor into a shallow puddle, moistening the entire world.

Torrential downpour.

Pedestrians on the road almost disappeared. Even if it was too late to rush home, they all found shelter from the rain nearby. While talking on the phone, they anxiously hoped that the rainstorm would go away soon.

There was only darkness left in the whole world. Under the shroud of night, it was blurry ten meters away, and it was impossible to see things clearly.

A taxi slowly passed by, Zhang Heng beckoned, and suddenly, the taxi stopped slowly beside Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng opened the door, got into the taxi, and then the taxi drove into the heavy rain.

"Can I smoke here?" Zhang Heng took out a box of chimneys.

"There's nothing wrong with this," the driver smiled. "Although it's impossible according to the rules, the rules are dead and people are alive."

Zhang Heng smiled, took out one and handed it to the driver. After helping the driver light it, he lit it for himself and turned his head to look out the window.

The driver thanked him, and with the sound of the crackling rain outside the car and the rubbing of the wipers on the windshield, he gradually opened the conversation.

"The price of this pack of cigarettes is not low. You young people like to spend a lot of money. You will stop when you run out of money at the end of the month." The driver shook his head and smiled. It's flooding, and the government hasn't come up with any rules, and now it's not possible to get a passenger after running for ten minutes in the suburbs..."

"Some time ago on this viaduct, I heard that someone wanted to jump off the building. It seems that he was a migrant worker who was fired by the boss. He didn't even have the fare to go home, tsk tsk..."

"By the way, the road over there was just repaired some time ago, but it collapsed again. If it wasn't like this, we could at least save three kilometers..."

Along the way, the driver seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

Zhang Heng just smiled faintly, showing an appearance of listening. When it came to the key, he still showed a surprised look just right, so that the driver felt that he had an audience, and he couldn't help but spit and spit, and it was extraordinarily energetic.

The driver was wearing an ordinary gray shirt with his cuffs pulled up high. He could see the black and shiny oil stains on the cuffs, and his black hair was also greasy on his scalp, mixed with a few white hairs, constantly spitting. Fei Di told Zhang Heng what he had seen and heard.

It wasn't until ten minutes later, when Zhang Heng finally reached the destination, Zhang Heng took out a few ten-yuan bills and handed them to the other party, but the driver waved his hand and said generously, "You don't need so much, just pay according to the price. Let's go out of the society, it's not easy for anyone to make some money these days, don't forget your parents if you save more money."

Zhang Heng reported with a polite smile, and symbolically pulled back a banknote before walking into the rain screen. Watching Zhang Heng let the rain fall on him, the driver always felt that something was wrong. He put the money in his pocket, and then habitually took out a dirty rag, ready to wipe it on the leather seat Zhang Heng had sat on.

However, this action froze in mid-air.

As if thinking of something, the driver subconsciously touched the seat that Zhang Heng had sat, but found that the seat was dry and still had a faint body temperature.

Did not even a trace of water stains remain?

He saw with his own eyes that the quiet young man waited for half a minute in the rainstorm before getting into the car. This kind of rainstorm in autumn is the most severe. Even if he stayed in the rain for a few seconds, even his underwear would get soaked.

It is precisely because of this that he habitually prepares a rag to clean up the seats for those passengers after they leave, so as to welcome the next passenger.

The driver stared blankly at the direction Zhang Heng was leaving. He gradually recalled that when the other party got into the car, there was no water stain on his body or hair.

Just, how is this possible?

The driver may never figure out this question. At this moment, Zhang Heng has returned to his villa, and after washing, he lies on the bed.

However, Zhang Heng didn't want to sleep, but continued to go to Yuehua's virtual space for spiritual training. A hundred-fold increase in spiritual power had to take a long time to get used to it.

The computing power of Zhang Heng's brain has already surpassed that of ordinary humans. Therefore, as long as he does not encounter special events, his brain uses too little ability every day. It is equivalent to being in a semi-dormant state anytime, anywhere. Even if he is awake, it is equivalent to someone else's The level of brain tension at rest.

To put it simply, unless Zhang Heng used a lot of mental power or a lot of brain power to perform complex calculations, he would not have brain fatigue in his daily life, and sleep had already lost its meaning to him.

Even if Zhang Heng occasionally sleeps, it's just because his habit as a human can't be changed for the time being.

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