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Chapter 454

Although he thought about this, Jian'er was still a little disappointed. Think about it, this "ghost market" is a perfect match for ghosts! This feeling is as exciting as telling ghost stories at night or listening to ghosts.

But forget it, there are no ghosts, and it is not easy to see ghosts. There are some people in their own space, including men and women, especially those who want men, especially those who lead the industry are high-value, high status, high knowledge, high demeanor, and high loyalty... They are real and high-level talents. Even if there are ghosts in this "ghost market", can they compare with their own ghosts? Jian'er is decisive and proud.

Just as she was thinking, a very strange feeling suddenly came towards Jian'er, making Jian'er straighten up suddenly, her face condensed, and her body suddenly became tense.

When Jian'er moved, Lei Li felt something. He lit up his feet and slowed down. He stretched out a big hand and gently held Jian'er: "What's wrong?"

"Lei, I feel something is wrong here, let's be careful." After hesitating for a while, Jian'er spoke. After hesitating for a while, he thought about it, Jian'er took out his phone and was about to call Mr. Song and the others to see how they were in the situation, but he found that his phone had no signal now.

"No?" Jian'er couldn't believe her eyes. Although she had already left the city's territory, the area belonged to the suburbs, not the mountainous areas, nor the deep mountains, forests or large desert areas. Besides, even if the mountainous areas are covered with signals, there is no possibility of no signal.

Especially Jian'er's mobile phone is not a counterfeit brand. Although it is not the latest model that can block half of people's face and can "bite" a bite, our "Xiaotu" signal capture ability is also great. How could there be no signal?

Jian'er looked at it in disbelief and even changed several angles in the car unwillingly, but there was no signal. Jian'er turned off the power again and turned on, but the signal bar was still only small hollow squares. It wasn't her own question, right? Jian'er was depressed.

"Lei, where is your phone? Is there a signal?" The way to know your question is very simple, just ask the person around you. If his phone is the same, then it doesn't matter to his phone.

Lei took out his cell phone and glanced at it, then handed it to Jian'er.

"Ah? There is no signal. Fortunately, it's okay, it makes me think it's my question." Jian'er patted her chest and said with gratitude (Xiao Hai: Please, isn't this the key? Jian'er: This is not the key, you have to pay for the repair if our phone is broken. If it is not done well, we have to buy another one, which is another large sum of money. It's equivalent to the work we did for about three months without eating or drinking. Xiao Hai:..., Iron Rooster, Grandet.).

Forget it, if there is no signal, let’s use the original method and follow the predecessors. What, don’t you know what imitating predecessors means? Have you never heard of this? In the past, communication is basically yelling, so let’s follow the predecessors, so let’s basically yelling.

Thinking of this, Jian'er poked her head out of the car window and wanted to rush to the car and shouted. But when she stretched out her head, Jian'er was stunned. What's going on?

It turned out that when Jian'er stretched out her head, she found that it had turned into darkness outside. The car of Mr. Song, who was not far behind her car, had disappeared. It seemed that the only car was left driving alone in the whole world.

"What's going on?" Jian'er screamed, "Lei, why are Old Master Song and the others missing?"

He glanced at the rearview mirror and Lei responded to the word: "Ah."

"What, what's going on?" Jian'er felt like she was going crazy.

He glanced at Jian'er calmly and said, "It's foggy."

Fog? Why did you lift the fog without thinking? It was still fog. Jian'er found that she was about to fog, and she had a fog all over her head!

But Jian'er immediately realized that this situation would be the foggy that Mr. Song had said before. But Mr. Song had posts, and this was also posts. Everyone had posts, so there was no one who had to follow whom, so why couldn't we go together?

"It's different." Lei said lightly.

"Different? What's the difference?" Jian'er didn't react.

"Posted."

"You mean that the posts you received are different, right?" Jian'er blushed, and then she realized that she had just said her complaint to herself.

However, Jian'er also understood Lei's statement a little. Only in this way can she explain it clearly.

If the posts of people like Lei and others are the same as those received by Mr. Song and others, then they will definitely enter the same entrance. Moreover, the masks worn by people in the "dark world" such as Lei and others should be the kind of fluorescent masks that Mr. Song had said before. If the entrance is the same, Mr. Song would not say that those people wearing fluorescent masks are rare.

Jian'er is depressed now. She won't have to wear that kind of fluorescent mask later. According to Mr. Song, those people wearing fluorescent masks are all the kind of people who don't regard money as money and throw away a bunch of "big yellow croakers" casually. This sounds so good. When he heard that, Jian'er fantasized that if she set up a small stall in the "ghost market" and meet such a master, she would have to die of euthanasia.

But if it were to change to the fluorescent mask he wore, Jian'er would be unhappy. He would know from Mr. Song that those who wore fluorescent masks in the "ghost market" were moving "big yellow croakers" in the eyes of those who set up stalls. If they asked for the price themselves, they would not just regard themselves as big fat sheep and report the price to the sky.

Although there were a lot of "big yellow croaker" prepared for him, then Lei even shaved a lot of strokes on the guys fighting in his garden. However, it was very happy to shave others, but for being the big fat sheep in the eyes of others and making people shave themselves, Jian'er said that we are not interested in this!
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