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Cen Wen is an old fritter, knowing that all netizens are sharp-eyed, how could he leave a clue to be attacked.

She had used the handle of a small nut hammer for many years, and she even admired herself for being so good at making excuses.

Netizens were indeed led astray, and began to discuss whether the manufacturer of the small hammer bought the wrong wood back then.

There is also a strange point of view to complain about the mutual aid club of the cult core, how the quality of the metal cuffs used is so poor that an ordinary wooden stick can be broken.

At the end of the morning market, Cen Wen was urging six pots of green vegetables for the last customer, when suddenly he heard loud shouts from around the square, and the crowd was a little commotion.

Cen Wen took a glance in his busy schedule, and saw Brother Jie running over with his younger brothers, and the customers waiting for Xiaoqingcai stretched their necks and looked around on tiptoe.

She lowered her head and sprayed plant nutrient solution on the planting pot. The small vine pretending to be a bracelet on her wrist quietly grew two small leaves. Using its special advantage of the only full-level plant emperor in the world, she summoned surrounding wildflowers and weeds to build a temporary plant network. It is used to convey the current situation to Cen Wen.

[The ones who ran into the small square were several young people who were shot and injured. 】

【ah? 】

[The chasing soldiers caught up and took them back by force. I saw their badges, it was that cult. 】

[Hey, it seems that I know that I lost money, and I need to clean up the door. 】

[The chasing soldiers and Brother Jie started fighting, both sides drew their guns, and the crowd became even more chaotic. 】

Cen Wen raised his head and glanced at the crowd running away in a panic.

【I saw. 】

"Guests hold the bag, don't look at it, and collect the vegetables quickly."

Cen Wen made a sudden effort to ripen the small green vegetables in one step. The customers who were diverted by the bustle did not notice this at all. After receiving two bags of small green vegetables, the commotion escalated, and there were reports of people being shot and fell to the ground among the innocent people. scream.

The stalls and crowds in the morning market were panicked and chaotic, and the crowd scattered and ran for their lives. Some stall owners who were close to the riots just left their stalls and left.

Cen Wen didn't bother to put away the planting pots, so he pulled up the cart and ran away.

She wanted to get into the space and run again, but in this crowded place, such a big small cart disappeared in place, it was hard not to be seen, but she noticed that someone in the surrounding buildings was taking pictures with a wristband, Maybe it's still live.

She doesn't want to be in the mirror.

With great strength, she pulled the car and ran away, leaving the commotion and bloodshed behind, and walked two streets before going back to the apartment from the other side of the street where she lived.

The street where the Mutual Aid Club is located is next door. Once they rioted, the intersection coming back from the small square was blocked, and there was no way to detour.

However, during the detour, Cen Wen deliberately detoured to the street of the private storage box. She only passed by the door, and the small rattan shrank and turned into a thin line, which landed quietly along the wheels and slipped into the shop After collecting the things, he used passers-by to hitch a ride, and quickly caught up with Cen Wen who had walked several hundred meters.

At the door of the apartment, many neighbors gathered in twos and threes, gossiping and poking their fingers on their wristbands.

When they saw Cen Wen coming back from the other side of the street, they all praised her for being smart.

Cen Wen stabilized the car and shook his sore hands. Now his physical fitness has declined, and his endurance and physical strength are much worse.

"I walked around two streets and came back. Many people next door went to watch the excitement. It's really terrible. Do you have any new news?"

"Yes, yes."

"The fight was intense."

Several neighbors gathered around and showed Cen Wen the pictures on their bracelets.

All are live photos and short videos.

At the door of the mottled-looking building of the Mutual Aid Association, several corpses were dumped, and the ground was covered with blood.

"Anyone who wears this thing is considered a rookie. No wonder some people run out as soon as something is wrong. The rookie's mind is still normal. Of course, his own life is the most important thing."

Cen Wen said based on her ready-made experience, which is quite credible.

"It's a good thing you got away yesterday, otherwise today would be dangerous."

"Really, the handcuffs have electric shock contacts and can be activated remotely. I was shocked several times. If I didn't get out, I would definitely be shocked to death by them today."

"Oh, it's too miserable, too miserable." The neighbors shook their heads.

"Still no one knows what happened inside this mutual aid association to make them do this early in the morning?"

"I don't know. Those are the ones who died on the street. No one will see how many people die inside."

"well……"

Cen Wen couldn't bear it, said goodbye to the neighbors, pulled the small stall cart to the cubicle on the ground floor, and after a while, dragged the trolley full of things, and went upstairs with a clang.

The neighbors have already shared the gossip that Cen Wen confided on the Internet.

Cen Wen returned to his room, cleaned up and ate something, opened a box of level-3 tonic as a drink, and surfed the Internet while drinking.

The bloodshed in the Mutual Aid Association has already become a little hot at this time, and the surrounding cities have expressed their concern. After the news was forwarded many times, some headlines were directly called cults.

After the news that the metal bracelet has electric shock contacts and can be activated remotely spreads on the Internet, it has further deepened the public perception that it is a cult.

Not long after, there were a lot of videos on the Internet.

All the pictures of members with electric shock handcuffs being beaten into convulsions by the remote-activated electric shock were taken by relatives and friends around them and posted on the Internet, asking the majority of netizens to come up with ideas to help remove this evil thing.

Netizens were very helpful, and they sent the video link of Cen Wen breaking her handcuffs and her vegetable stall to those who asked for help.

These people first saw that they could be broken with a wooden stick, so they also tried to do it themselves, but the handcuffs are very well made, and they are tightly attached to the skin.

In fact, some technical methods can be used to destroy the remote start code, but it is too difficult for people who are suffering, and people with this technology are not in their circle of friends at all.

There is no other way but to gamble on luck, get through today first, and then rush to the small square to squat before the morning market.

Cen Wen, who spent a day on the Internet, also saw these various news, prepared a bag of small green vegetable seeds, and then went out for a walk, deliberately passing by the street of the private storage box.

Little Rattan was in charge of running errands, and put down the cash in the cubicle. When Cen Wen turned back an hour later, he happened to take back the twenty boxes of third-level supplements of various brands that had been delivered, and put down another sum of cash for the purchase of high-end supplements. Plant nutrient solution.

Second-level supplements and mid-grade nutrient solutions are usually bought in a grand manner, and it doesn’t matter if neighbors see them. High-end products are bought in this way. From shopping account numbers to payment and delivery methods, people can’t find the specific target.

The high-grade plant nutrient solution can also allow the little rattan to fetch it by herself in the middle of the night, which is more invisible and saves her from detours during the day.