If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Chicago, Chicago, since the rapid development of American society in recent years, this beautiful city has another less beautiful nickname: Chiraq, that is, Chiraq.

It goes without saying which war-torn country he pinched. Even the richest man in Illinois, 'En Griffin', has publicly stated that the number of deaths in Chicago every year is far greater than the losses of the U.S. Army in the Middle East battlefields. There are even more soldiers. There are too many guns on the streets, too many people with criminal records, and this basic sense of right and wrong is seriously lacking. Chicago is now more dangerous than Afghanistan.

Gangsta is what makes Chicago so chaotic.

There are 59 different gangs in Chicago, and they each have their own territory.

In the South Side of Chicago where Lin Nian is now walking, you can find the corresponding gang name behind every block here.

"Outlaw", "Nolaw", "Insane" or "Renegade".

When depravity becomes the tide, everyone is like a pebble on the river bed in the torrent, and it is uncertain when it will be washed downstream to the hell. What is interesting is that the people at the bottom here all agree on a point of view: "Chicago is the earth." Go to hell."

The further you go deeper into the southern district, the more eyes fall on Lin Nian. This area is all residential areas. From the south urban area to the southern suburbs of Chicago, there are basically black communities, which are much poorer than the white areas in the same area.

The streets are full of single-family square meters, one-story short, three or four-story high, with gray pitched roof structures. Each house has its own small garden. Outside the garden is the street. You can see three or two black people squatting everywhere on the street. Smoking and chatting together, looking at Lin Nian walking on the road from time to time.

According to the GPS navigation on his mobile phone, Lin Nian was almost approaching the subway station. When he walked out of this residential area, he could see a highway bridge. The bridge opening under the bridge continued to the subway station at the end.

Lin Nian felt too many malicious glances along the way. It was probably inevitable for an Asian to walk into a community dominated by black people. He walked three streets and suddenly stopped at the corner of an intersection, because There was a black girl wearing a black knitted hat setting up a street stall.

There are a lot of things scattered on the street stall, including a Nikon camera with a missing lens, an automatic sweeping robot with a badly scratched paint surface, as well as stereos, lighters, keyboards and mice, and other items.

Lin Nian squatted down in front of the stall and picked out a second-hand mobile phone. The iPhone 5, a 16GB memory model, was covered with a silver phone case. The back of the case was embossed with a half-dead World Tree.

"I just received the new goods, which are in good condition, but they have the power-on password and I haven't had time to flash them yet. I want to sell them to you for 300 US dollars. After flashing them, they will be 90% new." The black girl stall owner skillfully solicited customers to sell her goods.

Lin Nian took out a roll of U.S. dollars he won at the basketball court from his pocket. He ordered three bills and handed them over. He picked up his phone and after handing over the money and delivering the goods, he took out another bill and said, "Please tell me where you got it." This phone."

The black girl turned her head and glanced at Lin Nian, sniffed, leaned across the stall, reached out and took the banknote, "Twenty minutes ago, the intermediary sold it to me for $120."

"Intermediary?"

"I can't give you my name. This is the bottom line on this street." The black girl said, "But for the sake of your willingness to pay, are you looking for a friend? Asian like you, male, pretty Cute, but dorky?”

Cute and silly, this image seems to be fixed in the impression of those who have seen the boy.

"Have you seen him?" Lin Nian clicked on his phone, which still had 63% of the battery. The lock screen showed a half-dead sycamore tree in the yard. When he wanted to enter the desktop, he was prompted for a password.

"I passed by my stall three times, and the third time I passed by, I said a few words."

"What did you say?"

"I wanted to buy a bracelet from me, but when I took out the money, I found that the money was lost, so I couldn't buy it." The black girl said, "He doesn't look like a bad guy, he's a little silly and cute, but like this People who wander around here will suffer a lot."

"I think so." Lin Nian looked at the iPhone 5 in his hand and nodded in approval.

The person was lost, the necklace was stolen, the money was dropped, and the mobile phone was touched. Will he still see the other person's clothes being cleared at the second-hand stall next time? I hope that when I find the other person, he won't be a naked man huddled in a bridge hole - I hope that his butt won't be lost too.

"If you want to find him, move quickly. The phone was just delivered ten minutes ago. It's still warm." The black girl pointed to the way. "He walked over there. After he left, I saw another group of people following him. Going up there, I think your friend might be in trouble."

"Thank you." Lin Nian stood up.

"It's okay, I like to help handsome guys, can I add it on Instagram?" The black girl took out her mobile phone.

Lin Nian did not refuse, after all, he just helped.

"Which bracelet did he want to buy before?" Lin Nian asked again.

"This bunch." The black girl used a thin wooden pole to pick out a bunch of pink rhinestone bracelets on the stall.

"It's really ugly." Lin Nian took the bracelet and commented from the bottom of his heart.

"It should be given to a girl. I feel really sad for the girlfriend he likes." The black girl looked at the bracelet and agreed with Lin Nian's evaluation, "I gave it to you. Anyway, I didn't spend any money when I received it. .”

"Thanks." Lin Nian put away the bracelet and left.

Lin Nian followed the crossroads pointed by the black girl and crossed the zebra crossing. Several black people came out of an alley and prepared to follow them. When the black girl saw a few people across the street, she shouted loudly, "Hi! F-" word you Dizard! keep away from my guest!"

"Hi! F-word you too, Contee! Keep your mouth shut!" The leader, a bare-shouldered black man, shrank his head, turned around and gave the black girl a middle finger, and when he turned around again, he suddenly realized Lin Nian's figure in the distance had long since disappeared.

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It’s true that American citizens are not inherently racist and look down on black people. The fixed class system in the United States means that these black people are bound to be unable to join the top of society in large numbers. Under the low-profit and no-prospect short-time work, rising prices force these black people to Black people all want to get something for nothing, and some talented people are ready to make a comeback by singing Rap.

Lin Nian passed through the residential area and saw the bridge hole that the black girl was talking about. The further he walked towards the bridge, the more garbage there was on the roadside. Most of them were unwanted clothes and pants, colorfully falling on the green grass. There is a sharp contrast in the lawn.

Before Lin Nian could get closer, he heard a noise. From a distance, he saw a group of black people gathering under the bridge. He looked at the T-shirts and vests, their exposed tattoos, and their slightly exaggerated necklaces and jewelry. The words "I am a gang member" were written all over his face.

It's not too late. That's weird.

Lin Nian looked at a figure who leaked out from the gap in the crowd and sat down by the wall and sighed.

Still too late.