Chapter 719 The Age of the Internet

In the evening, hotel.

Chen Chuan took Jiang Hai and Zhu Yiba out to have fun, saying that he wanted to see the characteristics of the girls from the southwestern ethnic minorities.

Before coming, Chen Chuan vowed to Yan Chenxi that he would definitely help Jiang Hai investigate anti-fraud. As a result, in the past few days, he ate delicious mushrooms outside during the day and looked at pink young ladies everywhere at night.

Just as Zhu Yiba mocked Chen Chuan, they came here to investigate how to eat, drink and have fun.

However, when Chen Shu saw him say this, his eyebrows curved, and he seemed to enjoy it.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu couldn't help laughing out loud. For some reason, since the anti-K incident at Qingyue Bridge in Dongzhou, he felt that his tense spirit was slightly relaxed for the first time.

Leaning on the balcony railing, blowing the evening breeze, feeling the cool breeze blowing across his cheeks.

Chen Shu looked at the slowly setting sun in the distance. The orange-red afterglow was scattered on the city that was gradually lit up with colorful neon lights. There was a moment of peace, as if something should be over.

The orange-red afterglow suddenly became like blood!

It was like the throat that he cut that night, spurting out and filling the sky!

Chen Shu was shocked by the sudden change in the scenery. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground. He took a breath, but the scene in front of him returned to normal again.

He touched his nose and laughed at himself whether he had eaten too many mushrooms recently and had hallucinations.

While taking a shower, Chen Shu suddenly felt very scared.

It was the first time for him to kill someone with a knife at such a close distance. His left hand could still feel the warm body temperature of the other person's neck. The next second, his right hand slashed the dagger over.

In the past, he used guns or grenades to kill people from a distance. There was no such feeling of direct contact. This was a fear and panic that he had never experienced before.

At that time, the blood spurted from the neck of the K member splattered half of Chen Shu's body, followed by his blood-soaked eyes, and then the surrounding low walls and cement floor, all blood-red as if reflected in front of his eyes.

The hot water sprayed down from the shower room, flowing from Chen Shu's head to his hands.

He slowly raised his hands to his eyes, looking at them carefully. For a moment, he felt that a lot of blood seemed to flow out of the shower head, covering the entire bathroom.

Staggering out of the toilet, sitting on the bed and rubbing his stiff face weakly, Chen Shu slowly regained his calm. The feeling just now was like the tide at the seaside, rising quickly as if it was going to flood the earth, and receding very quickly.

Patting his cheek, Chen Shu said self-deprecatingly: "At least, it didn't affect the common people."

Suddenly, I felt like drinking.

Bar.

This is a small bar hidden in the alley.

The store is about 100 square meters. There are no resident singers to cheer up, no atmosphere groups to shake their butts, just some slow and gentle music, and four or five people are sitting and drinking alone.

Chen Shu took off his hat and put it on the table, thought about it, and put it on his head again.

He ordered a Long Island iced tea and sipped it slowly, remembering that when he was in school, he was coaxed by Chen Chuan to come to the bar for the first time.

At that time, I thought that drinking in the bar had to be fierce to show the true nature of men, so I drank cocktails with Chen Chuan as beer, and asked the boss to give us two sets of dice for drinking.

Halfway through the drink, I was confused because the guests at the surrounding tables all had a glass of wine without exception, unlike him and Chen Chuan, who had almost four or five empty glasses in front of them.

But seeing Chen Chuan, who is known as the little prince of the nightclub, he did not change his face, and snapped his fingers twice in a slightly chic manner, signaling the bartender to add two more Long Island iced teas. This posture, everything is under control.

Therefore, the young Chen Shu thought that the lack of wine glasses of the guests at other tables must be their problem, or they have a poor alcohol tolerance, or they can't afford to drink. Anyway, it's their own problem.

However, after sobering up the next day, Chen Shu asked Chen Chuan with doubts, and found that the other party was also going to this kind of bar for the first time, thinking that drinking in a quiet bar should be similar to the rules in a noisy bar.

"It's a bar anyway, just drink it!" Chen Chuan, who sobered up the next day, raised his head slightly, and even affirmed with a little pride.

However, he later admitted that he did find that other people only ordered one glass and drank it slowly that night. As for why he didn't stop on the spot, it was because he didn't want to show his first time in front of Chen Shu, so he drank faster.

After all, he brags to Chen Shu every day that he is a nightclub expert.

So he hopes to get Chen Shu drunk as soon as possible and then leave quickly.

Because staying any longer is really a bit embarrassing.

Now think about it, it's also fun.

Chen Shu drank it all, snapped his fingers, and asked the bartender to fill a glass of Long Island Iced Tea.

At this time, a young woman in high heels came over, sat next to Chen Shu, leaned sideways on the bar, her long hair covering half of her face, and said softly: "Handsome man, can you buy me a drink?"

Although it is autumn now, women's clothes are more open and cool. At this time, leaning lazily on the bar, they can still show their round and plump buttocks, and the slender waist tied with two ribbons, and the graceful back curve.

However, in this place full of alcohol and hormones, no matter how charming the beauty is, it can't attract Chen Shu's attention.

There is no self-proclaimed "get out" or gentlemanly refusal. Chen Shu just drank the wine silently, raised his head, and drank another glass.

"Brother, another Long Island Iced Tea." Chen Shu snapped his fingers and asked the bartender for another one with a smile.

The charming woman saw this and slapped the table angrily, cursing in a low voice: "You are really sick in the head to drink like this in the bar!"

To be honest, Chen Shu didn't care who she was scolding.

In the middle of the night, Chen Shu, who had drunk a lot, was ready to go back to the hotel to sleep. Although the scene of blood spraying that night kept flashing in his mind, his mood was much better.

He felt that he might be accustomed to this kind of mental stimulation, just accustomed to the feeling of a needle piercing his heart.

Death or life, it turns out that the difference is so big.

Kunming is worthy of being called a pearl in the southwest of China. Even after midnight, there are still a lot of cars on the road. Music came from the nightclub on the street, and the neon lights of the surrounding shops kept flashing.

Popular snack stands exude tempting aromas, people gather together to taste delicious food, drink intoxicating drinks, laugh heartily from time to time, and enjoy the relaxation after get off work.

In addition to these, there are many young Internet celebrities, wearing fashionable clothes, walking on the road, ignoring the sidelong glances of passers-by, shouting or jumping with exaggerated expressions and movements, which is also a unique phenomenon in this era.

Yes, maybe the number of pedestrians on the entire road added together is not as good as the number of fans in their live broadcast room. There are no big brothers on the street, and there will be no fans to like and reward. Why should Internet celebrities care about their eyes and opinions?

Even in a small live broadcast room, there may be tens of thousands of netizens accumulated;

Maybe on a long road, there are only a few hundred people.

Small or big, big or small, all concentrated on the mobile phone screen, can't understand.

Good and evil, black and white, are all mixed together and cannot be distinguished.

The era of the Internet, a new era.

The era of the Big Bang.