The Nomenclature of the Night

Chapter Eighteen: Mysterious organization

Compared to crossing into Prison No. 18, Qingchen felt that tonight was more of a real crisis.

He couldn't be sure who the other party was or what his intentions were.

And the other party just became suspicious of himself and began to follow him, this feeling is too bad.

It was as if he had entered the real beast-ridden world from the greenhouse of the school.

Or maybe this is the way the world is.

It was very dark, and Qingchen walked through the green belt, relying on the tall plane trees on both sides of the road to cover his whereabouts.

That adrenaline-pumping, heart-pounding tension didn't finally dissipate until he circled around for an unknown distance.

When he returned to his residence on Xingshu Road, Qingchen even sat in the shadows for half an hour, before deciding to go home until he was sure that no one was following him.

At this time, the autumn was high and the temperature was getting lower, but the clothes on his back were already soaked.

While walking, Qingchen turned on his mobile phone to search for He Xiaoxiao, the game anchor and wanted to see if the other party had any new strategies.

However, He Xiaoxiao, who originally said that he was going to do another introduction to the 'Li World' tonight, disappeared.

Fans asked him in the comment area why he had not started the broadcast, but He Xiaoxiao did not respond.

Will the anchor also be taken away by the mysterious organization? How many such mysterious organizations are there in the country?

Qing Chen could not be sure.

Suddenly, a siren sounded outside the community, and the police car drove all the way into the community.

Qing Chen frowned and followed. The police car just stopped at the entrance of the corridor of his house. The cry of a woman and the scream of a man came from the second floor.

The neighbors had all come out at this time, and the people from other residential buildings formed a circle downstairs, and Qingchen hid in the crowd and watched silently.

"What's the matter? What happened?" An uncle asked suspiciously.

"Isn't there a man in this building who often abuses his wife," an aunt said while holding the child, "The women in that house were all sent to the hospital before, but the man still didn't change his mind. Later, the woman wanted to divorce but was beaten by the man again, and the man even said that if he dared to divorce, he would kill the whole woman's family."

"Then this is today?" Someone asked suspiciously, "It wasn't the man who beat up the woman, did he? But why do I sound like it was the man who was in trouble."

"You're right," the aunt said, "I was going to stop the fight just now, but I found out that this time it was the woman who beat the man."

"What the hell?" Someone was shocked.

"That man drank too much tonight and wanted to beat his wife when he went home, but guess what, many people have heard about the transmigration today, and his wife seems to have come back from transmigration," the aunt said with relish: "The woman's one At first, I was beaten, and I didn't dare to fight back, but then maybe I was beaten and collapsed, and the backhand broke the man's leg. It's just that I pity the little girl in this family, and I have to suffer this kind of crime at a young age."