The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1301 Easter Egg
April 2018, 4, Licheng, Shanqing District.

Late at night, the end bell of a certain high school rang, indicating the end of evening self-study.

In less than a minute, a black-haired boy was the first to rush out of the school gate on a bicycle.

On other days, he would push his bicycle out with a few classmates, chat leisurely, buy some snacks on the roadside, or even go to an Internet cafe for half an hour, and then rush home while thinking of an excuse.

But not tonight, because today is his eighteenth birthday and his family is waiting.

The black-haired boy was riding a bicycle on the night road when his cell phone rang.

"Brother! Why haven't you come back yet!" A girl spoke.

"I just finished class. No matter how fast I am, I can only use two wheels, and I can't fly!"

"Son, hurry up, the late night snack is getting cold!" A man said.

"I'm cutting corners!"

"Heat it up when it's cold. Don't ride too fast. Safety first." A woman said.

"Do not worry!"

"Grandson, I just tasted the cake. It's so sweet." An old man spoke.

"If you like to eat, eat more... Let's not talk about it yet!"

The boy hung up the phone, stepped on the pedal faster, stood up, his bangs flying wildly, and shouted: "Go! For the gift!"

The bicycle passed quickly through the alley, and a dim corner appeared in front of it. Suddenly, the young man's heart skipped a beat, he braked suddenly and stopped in a panic.

The young man was stunned, not knowing what was wrong with him, but he felt inexplicably uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the dim corner to the side. It was an ordinary narrow alley. There was nothing except lonely lights, a group of moths and two filled trash cans.

"call--"

The April night wind blew out of the narrow alley.

The young man faced the wind and closed his eyes slightly, feeling comfortable and pleasant.

The uneasiness in the young man's heart subsided little by little, and he was amused by his own inexplicability.

"Neuropathy."

He smiled, shook his head, and pressed the pedal again.

The carefree eighteen-year-old boy was running on his way home.

It was a normal day, nothing happened.

Finish.

(End of this chapter)