Meiman Killer Daily

Separate some valuable items in the waste station. Because it is a garbage station, there is no need to pay fees. Of course, with this kind of effective separation work, you should not think about the official work of watching yourself and others picking up garbage.

The staff will give you a salary. This group of people waits for the garbage to be sorted, and then conducts large-scale landline operations. All they have to do is transport the garbage and sell it to some countries in the East at a very high price. They will not even put the garbage away.

Excessive capitalism, selling its own pollution to other countries, is very awesome when you think about it.

The key is that someone wants it. Anyway, Peter can't figure out what to do with buying garbage. Of course, Peter doesn't have time to think about these things now. He squatted beside the smelly garbage mountain with a white sack and concentrated on picking out the garbage.

My useful items, shoes, clothes, and trousers were all replaced here.

Due to AIDS, his body was extremely weak. He spent more than 20 minutes picking up garbage. Peter was already sweating profusely and panting slightly. He sat on the fender of a scrapped car and sat in a daze. His body began to tremble and tingle.

Feelings came to my heart, the first soul pain of the day, and a heartbreaking feeling spread throughout my body.

"Are you okay...sir?"

An adult woman wearing a protective isolation suit saw Peter huddled next to the garbage heap, and quickly came over to ask questions. Peter did not answer, could not speak at all, and the trembling time lasted like a year. More than ten minutes passed.

, when Peter opened his eyes again, a medical vehicle drove into the entrance of the garbage dump. Peter gritted his teeth and stood up. Today's twenty-five yuan has not been earned yet. It will be completely cold after entering the hospital.

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"Sir, your body can no longer hold on any longer. I think you should go to the hospital for examination and treatment!"

The woman who had just cared about Peter appeared again and reminded Peter. Peter shook his head slightly and saw clearly the identity of the other person. The Asian was dressed very richly and he didn't know what the purpose of coming here was. Life in the garbage dump

The stench is so bad that even the managers here almost don't want to come here.

Leaving the corner, dragging the sack to sell today's gains, Peter left through the back door of the garbage dump, not wanting to have too much contact with anyone. Peter was really scared now. He had not convinced Ultron yet.

If you encounter a threat, you have no ability to resist.

The more you think about bad things, the more bad things happen. Groups of teenagers ride bicycles and pass by on the road. When they pass by Peter, a sharp-eyed child sees Peter holding a hand.

A quickie said a few words to the leading child, and the leading child waved to everyone to stop.

The child who had just given the advice rode towards Peter on his bicycle, with an aggressive look in his eyes. Peter had noticed something was wrong when he was ten meters away, and reacted quickly instead of attacking, but what followed next

It was four children who kicked Peter over, and a beating was inevitable.

The leading kid kicked Peter's wrist hard. The stinging pain made Peter let go of his hand holding the money, and it became meaningless to speak. The kick hit his temple, and Peter felt dizzy for the second time.

Pain all over his body began to attack, and Peter twitched like an epileptic. The group of children took away all the more than 100 yuan that Peter had on him, and left on their bicycles laughing.

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"It's really strange. His body has clearly collapsed and has almost no lymphocytes. It's a miracle that he is still alive. However, Pastor Mulder, I still hope you can follow my advice and drive him out.

AIDS is a very dangerous communicable disease, and I believe you should also understand it!"

In a daze, Peter felt his body shaking, and then after an unknown amount of time, the sound of conversation came to his ears.

"Edward, I still hope to save this person. He is not a bad person, and his money was robbed by Sam Kalika's group of children. If he doesn't let me see it, forget it. Since I let him see it, then I

I really want to save this child."

"Although I believe in the same physical objects, Pastor Mulder, I still want to persuade you that neither science nor metaphysics can save AIDS patients. They are simply one of the cancers in this world!"

The man named Edward was obviously a doctor, and his attitude towards Peter was also very bad. Mulder smiled and stopped talking. God did not give anything in return, so naturally he would not care about the demands of mortals. The most appropriate way to describe everything is fate. Mudd smiled.

When Pastor De saw Peter for the first time, he realized that this beggar was very different. It was a kind of divine guidance, also commonly known as the sixth sense.

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"Do you really have AIDS?! Have you taken some miracle medicine recently? Why did I detect that the number of germs in your body is decreasing!?"

As a volunteer who has been performing charity activities in the church for a long time, Dr. Edward looked at Peter and really didn't know how to describe it. His initial suggestion was not accepted by Pastor Mulder. Pastor Mulder still took Peter back to the church.

He quarantined a hut, and all Peter had to do was clean the church every day, wearing leather gloves and a set of quarantine materials. For this, Peter was rewarded with lunch and dinner, an egg, three pieces of bread and a portion of soup at noon.

, and a piece of French bread and a bowl of milk in the evening.

There are not many people donating to the poor church. Brooklyn is a famous slum in North America and a gathering place for people of multiple races. The church seems to be a place of salvation, but in fact it is more about letting people have a psychological explanation for themselves. I am not serious.

I wanted to kill people, so I smuggled, sold drugs, burned, killed and looted, all in order to make me happy and happy, but I was forced to do nothing.

It’s ridiculous. I don’t know when the role of God started to become distorted. The purpose of worshiping God is to let God bless me. In other words, if God exists but does not protect me, why should I worship Him!

"I don't know what happened."

He calmly looked at Edward in front of him. He was a sharp-tongued man. Although he strongly protested against staying, when he did stay, he took all kinds of protective measures to prevent himself from infecting others.

All in all, an old nun rushed into the room in a hurry, panting and said to Pastor Mulder who was standing aside.

"Pastor Moody is in trouble, Li Qianhuan...Li Qianhuan is being arrested!" (To be continued)