I'm really immortal

Fan Jian thought in his heart that he didn't know what kind of man would be able to enjoy such a woman, but for Zhong Qing, of course, the less dealing with people like Fan Jian, the better, and he hoped that he would not have to come to Fan Jian again in the future.

Regardless of the sense of superiority brought about by various conditions, men who have been consuming betel nut, tobacco and alcohol for a long time have a special smell that Zhong Qing dislikes very much.

"That boy's name is Liu Changan, and this is his phone number." Zhongqing sent Liu Changan's phone number to the girl holding the Rottweiler.

Her name is Zhu Juntang.

Zhu Juntang looked up at the Baolong Center Building and looked at Liu Changan's name and phone number.

"He seems to be a homeless man." Zhong Qing said the information he just learned from Fan Jian and made a conclusion.

"He may be a high school student... or a college student." Zhu Juntang felt that Zhong Qing's eyes were a little weird, and explained that although in her eyes, whether he was a tramp or a student, what that person did was enough to make people feel uncomfortable. Ignore any of his identity.

"There is no difference." Zhong Qing said calmly. No matter who the other party is, Zhu Juntang should not pay attention to an ordinary young man.

"How high is this building?" Zhu Juntang said to himself, half-squinting his eyes to make them look narrow and charming.

"452 meters." Zhong Qing is familiar with the data of this tall building, which ranks among the top fifteen in the country.

"If you jumped from such a high building, would you still be alive?" Zhu Juntang's beautiful nose wrinkled, and then relaxed again, with an incredible emotion on his face, and he patted his cheek.

"cannot."

"I don't think so either." Zhu Juntang nodded and glanced at the Rottweiler that was sticking out its tongue. "To be on the safe side, go buy a pig and throw it down from the roof."

Zhu Juntang's dog obviously didn't realize that its owner had just imagined the scene in his mind when it fell.

"Third Miss, please stop doing weird things. I heard that you asked someone to find a body nearby last night, and then you went downstairs and wandered around for a long time in the early morning." Although Zhong Qing is Zhu Juntang's Assistant, but he can't cooperate with her mischief.

Zhu Juntang yawned unladylikely, handed the leash to Zhong Qing, turned around and walked towards Baolong Center.

In the elevator that went straight to the top floor, Zhu Juntang was silent, looking at Liu Changan's name and phone number.

"That year Liu Bang entered Xianyang and I was rescued. Xiang Yu came again and couldn't find me, so he burned Xianyang."

"From the time Qin Shihuang imprisoned you for seeking immortality, to the time Liu Bang rescued you, you have been imprisoned for more than ten years."

"Yes, and then Liu Bang locked me up again."

"..."

Last night, someone was talking nonsense to me on the roof of the building, and then jumped off the building. He died without a body... But Zhu Juntang just got up and used his binoculars to see a young man working at the construction site. It seemed that he was the man he saw last night. appearance.

She still clearly remembered that the man jumped down, and Zhu Juntang screamed and rushed over, instinctively trying to catch him, but she only saw his figure falling faster and disappearing in the dark night. .

"I...I..." Zhu Juntang felt his teeth tremble. This building is one of the highest floors in Junsha City. If you jump from here, there is no chance of surviving. It's just a matter of suspense whether you will fall to pieces or fall to pieces. That’s all.

Her pupils were dilating, and Zhu Juntang's legs and feet felt weak. She sometimes thought about jumping down from here to commit suicide, but when she really saw such a scene, she realized the horror of such a thing. Zhu Juntang only felt that all over her body The blood was concentrated in the heart, and the heart was overwhelmed to squeeze out the blood. Her limbs were cold, and her whole body was exhausted.

After a while, Zhu Juntang got up, returned to his room, and then took the elevator all the way to the bottom of the building.

It was midnight, and there were still uniformed security patrolling the lobby downstairs. When they saw Zhu Juntang, they quickly saluted and welcomed him out.

Zhu Juntang rushed out and searched around. While being scared, he forced himself to prepare himself to see the extremely miserable scene.

If you jump like this, you will definitely die in an ugly way. It is better not to jump off the building. Zhu Juntang thought this, and he was filled with surprise and doubt. Why did he jump off the building?

She thought of the last look he looked at her, how calm it was. This must be a look that was caused by despair and determination to have no nostalgia for this world, right?

Compared with him, I am a complete coward. He is probably even more unfortunate than me, right?

Zhu Juntang searched around the square in front of the building.

"Miss, what are you looking for? Let's help you find it together." The security guard on duty said following Zhu Juntang.

Zhu Juntang was confused, opened his mouth, hesitated and asked, "I just saw someone jumping from the roof of the building."

The security guard was shocked and quickly called other patrol colleagues to look for the "body".

Half an hour later, the patrols looking for the "body" reported that nothing was found within a hundred meters around the building.

After all, a person weighs more than 100 kilograms. If he jumps from the roof of a building, a kite will not blow him very far. This kind of range search is enough.

"Miss, are you...are you sure..." the security captain asked cautiously.

"Maybe I got it wrong." Zhu Juntang smiled, "Thank you for your hard work.

"It doesn't matter. It's getting late, please go upstairs and rest early."

Zhu Juntang turned around, stepped on gorgeous high heels inlaid with many diamonds, the reflection on the floor swayed like water, and walked into the elevator elegantly.

The elevator door closed, and from the crack in the door, you could see that the security guard was still bowing, meticulous and without any neglect.

"What the hell!"

Zhu Juntang's elegance suddenly collapsed, and she sat down softly, her fingers turning white and tightly squeezing the armrest of the sofa. She was definitely not wrong. She witnessed the young man jumping down in front of her!

Will it break too much? Will it fall down and be eaten by some cat or dog? Did it just happen to fall into the trash can and be buried in the trash?

Zhu Juntang thought about many possibilities, went upstairs and changed into night running clothes, preparing to pretend to be running at night, and then searched around. She really couldn't accept that a person jumped right in front of her, and she didn't know whether he would live or die. The fact that even the shadow is gone.

Zhu Juntang ran around the building for more than an hour, thinking that after all there was someone else's spy among the security guards, he finally gave up.

After struggling for most of the night, Zhu Juntang only got up at noon today and sat up lazily. What happened last night was like a dream, which suddenly refreshed her. After drinking a glass of water, she was stunned and confirmed that it was not a dream. , I really saw it, and I really asked people to find the "corpse".

Zhu Juntang still refused to give up, holding a telescope to observe by the window. Unexpectedly, he discovered something in the construction site nearby.

Zhu Juntang's telescope is a product of Leica. It is expensive enough and its accuracy is not as good as that of the most professional telescope manufacturers. However, it is enough to see clearly the facial and body marks at a distance of several hundred meters to determine whether he is someone you have seen. .

Although he believed in his own eyes, the strong conflict between what he witnessed and his inherent common sense and understanding of the world still made Zhu Juntang hesitate and doubt.

She finally decided to send a text message to the phone number.

"Hello, I'm Zhu Juntang. I talked to you about longevity last night. I'm surprised to see you again today. I hope to meet you for a short chat. It's just you and me, waiting for you at the rooftop restaurant of the Octagonal Pavilion."

After sending the text message, Zhu Juntang sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning lazily, holding a copy of "Zhou Xing Tian Xia" by Li Ling in his hand, his eyes shining, looking up at the scorching sun that was gradually heading west.