Police Detective

X place.

"30 Franklins, are you farting? You're sending a beggar away!" Aping didn't bother to get angry. He picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it out without looking at it: "Stay the money here. ,get out."

"Brother! Brother, there are only so many of us. Brother, tell me, and I will find a way to get together." The speaker was a man with a hungry complexion, who looked like he had been malnourished for a while.

"You're going to chip in? Okay, 30,000, US dollars." Aping said and threw out another wine bottle. This time it hit the slovenly man's head with great accuracy, making a muffled "bang" sound. , and then the bottle fell to the ground, shattering into sharp shards of glass.

The man was hit on the head, and blood oozed from his scalp. He was a little unsteady, and his body began to shake inexplicably quickly, then twitched, and then he fell to the ground. He was only wearing a worn-out shorts. sleeve.

"A Ping, how can you get money from this in the future?" A person next to A Ping looked at the sloppy man covered in blood: "Look, we killed another one."

"How can they be afraid if a few of them die! Do you think I am a welfare institution?" Aping snorted, "Let's go, take the trouble and bury him."

"I" The man with broken glass on his body didn't know where he got the strength. He shook his body and actually arched his body: "I can get money."

"Then get out of here!" Aping spat, turned to his companion and said, "Here, I'll give you 10 cards."

"15 pictures," the man said.

"Next time." Aping stood up, randomly took out about half of a wad of money, and threw it on the table: "Damn, money is getting harder and harder to make."

The sloppy man took a few steps and shook, and almost all the glass on his body was pulled out. Fortunately, the glass bottle bounced a little distance, and the place where he fell was not the center point, but even so, he could feel several glass bottles on his body. This place seems to be hurting.

He couldn't feel the pain anymore.

Dream of getting rich?

If anyone could rescue him and his fellow villagers from Field D and send them home, he would be willing to die here as long as he could be buried in his hometown.

Yes, you can't be buried here. If you are buried here, you can't afford to die.

The corpses stored here are usually placed in temples and are contracted by outsiders. As far as he knows, there are at least 30 Chinese corpses stored here. Here, cremating a corpse costs several thousand dollars, and storing it costs 50 dollars a day. If it takes more than half a year and relatives want to come and pick it up, the cost will be really scary.

Can't die here

He knew it was impossible for him.

He still had the last 140 knives on him, and the water around D site cost 5 knives a bottle. He wanted to take a taxi and go directly to the beach. He knew there was a cliff here that was very suitable.

As he was walking on the road in a daze, a Rolls-Royce passed by him smoothly, not even caring whether it would hit him. The wind that was carried by it was about to knock him down. He staggered and finally Still stood still.

After looking at the license plate number, he smiled bitterly. This car also picked him up at the beginning, and he was very excited at the time, but now he doesn't feel anything at all.

The price of Rolls-Royce here is not that exaggerated, so you can see several of them on the street.

But here, not everyone has a soul.

The man then walked a few steps, and the bleeding on his body had stopped. He was going to have something to eat. He knew where there was a cheaper place. After walking for twenty minutes, we finally arrived at a shed.

"Young man, please stop doing this. You will die if you do this." The restaurant owner looked at the sloppy man and said, "You can go away by yourself and go back."

"I'm leaving, my brother. His family can't come to save him."

"X place is like this. Friendship is not worth a dollar." The boss smiled bitterly and said: "Sit tight and I will cook noodles for you."

"Thank you, brother."

"It's not easy," the noodle shop owner said, "10 yuan, well, you still have money with you, right?"

"Yes." The sloppy man took out a Jackson card from his clothes. "This is 20 dollars. I want two bowls."

"What's going on today? Did you get a tip?" The boss said, "Okay, just wait, I'll give you an egg."

In less than ten minutes, the boss came out with two bowls of noodles. When he saw the man again, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a little worried that the sloppy man would die here.

"You should listen to my advice and go back." The boss said, "I can't go back, but you are different. You can go back. I have met so many people in the past two years."

As he said that, the boss rubbed the three fingers of his right hand: "You will still be useful when you go back. You are also a college student after all."

"Go back." The sloppy man almost exhaled and said the word "ha" twice. His whole state was a little lifeless. He said in a low voice: "What's the point of going back alone?"

"You are different," the boss said, "I know so many people, but you were the only one who stopped in time. People, don't be afraid of having nothing. What's terrible is that you are carrying endless things. You can't leave even if you want to. I never advise people, I'll be a good person for the last time. You go back and write down what happened here."

"Write it down?" The sloppy man seemed to have a little color: "What's the use of writing it down?"

"You can't control people's hearts, but you can disclose some truths," the boss said, "By the way, don't you have some other valuable evidence on hand?"

"What?" The sloppy man had been shaking a little, but he covered up his surprise at this time: "Evidence? Are you saying that the second child is trapped? It's useless. If you go back and tell anyone, you can't save him."

"It's not that," the boss said, "I seem to have heard that you know something about Mimei."

"Mimei?" The man slowly raised his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, oh, maybe I heard it wrong," the boss said with a smile, "You know, the news is flying all over the place."

"Yeah." The man took a bite of the egg and ate half of it. Suddenly something occurred to him, but he didn't pause at all and then ate the other half.

"You," the boss said halfway without saying anything else.

"Tell me," the man took out the only Franklin card in his pocket: "Is it possible for me to win 30,000?"

"You can go and try."

"Um".

The man nodded and continued eating noodles without saying a word.

He suddenly understood that it was really time to leave here. The infiltration over there had already reached here, and this so-called boss actually had no friendship with him at all.

This is a shitty place.

He knew that if he held this card, he would definitely win. After winning a few thousand, he would lose a big one, and then they would lend him a few thousand, and then he would continue to lose, and then he would be finished. The people here want to keep him reasonably.

1,500, he calculated, and after earning this much, he went home.

Thanks to Cheng Kai for the 15,000 coin reward, I wish you good luck~ (This is the leader just now, he finally changed his name)