On the only way out of the city, the baboon leaned against the car, smoked and looked up at the bright starry sky.

"Damn it, it's really boring..."

in the middle of the night, at this point, except that the bus is the bus, occasionally a few racing cars passed by, and saw a dozen cars here, and twenty people in black also changed their driving direction in a panic.

he smoked and felt the wind around him. The baboon squatted down and felt the cool wind from time to time on the road. He looked at the watches of the people around him and murmured: "this point, it should...