It was late at night, and the clock tower on the Saint square in corand city was about to point to 11:30.
At this moment, the square was completely silent. Even the pigeons had returned to their nests. There was no one in the square. Only some buildings near the square were still dimly lit.
The nearest carriage passed by the road on the east side of the square ten minutes ago. Several patrolling policemen didn't appear here after nine O 'clock. After ten O' clock, this place became quiet and nobody could be seen.
Xia Pingan was lying on a chair under a dim street lamp on the east side of the square. On the floor of the chair, there were two beer bottles, as if they were drunk people resting on the side of the square.
No one paid any attention to these people who were lying on the edge of the square while drinking. They were either tourists or vagrants. Even the patrolling police were too lazy to come and check.
