"Why did you let me go when you caught me stealing a cell phone yesterday?" Zhang Mengqian sat on the floor in Qingchen's room and raised his head and asked.
There were crawlers everywhere in the room, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he blocked the insects' path with his hands with great interest.
In the Ninth District, there are nearly a thousand buildings like the Pigeon Building: the elevators are damaged, the water pipes are clogged, and the wires are aging.
No one cleans these buildings, and there are piles of garbage, which naturally breeds many bugs and rats.
Sometimes, some people die in the house, and it takes a long time before they are discovered.
Ironically, they discovered that it might not be that there were still people in the world who cared about them, but that it was time for the society to collect protection fees again.
Qingchen glanced at the little boy and asked, "What would you do if someone else caught you?"
"They will search me to see if I have any money on me. If I have any money, they will take it away. If not, I will beat them up," Zhang Mengqian said, "So, people like you can't survive in the Ninth District."
"Then what kind of person do you think I am?" Qingchen asked again.
Zhang Mengqian thought for a while: "Weak, good-tempered, and dare not speak when being bullied."
Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If those soldiers from the Age of Gods heard Zhang Mengqian's comments in hell, they would be so angry that they would scold their mothers.
As of now, no one in the entire federation may use these words to evaluate the person "Qing Chen".
When everyone evaluates Qingchen, the most frequent keyword is "fierce".
Qingchen asked Zhang Mengqian: "When I asked you about your life experience, you didn't tell the truth."
Zhang Mengqian looked at Qingchen with his crude mechanical eyes: "Why do you say that?"
"In this lower third district, there are not many people who can complete elementary school. Many people can even write the radical of their name wrong, but you can write a complete sentence without even using pinyin," Qingchen calmly said
said.
Zhang Mengqian may not know who is in front of him yet, but this is the intelligence department supervisor who solved the case and made the whole No. 10 City scream, and he will not ignore such details.
Qingchen asked: "So, where are your parents and why are you here?"
Zhang Mengqian lowered his head: "I'm not lying to you. I originally lived in the 6th District, but later I did move to the 8th District. At that time, my father owed usury due to gambling, so he deceived my mother into a black clinic to anesthetize her, and then secretly sold her
He bought her organs. It turned out that the black clinic promised to replace my mother with a bionic liver, but it was all lies. My mother died, and then my father also sold her other organs."
Qingchen looked at the little boy blankly: "What is your father's name?"
"Zhang Jia," Zhang Mengqian said, "he is a famous gambler in the Sixth District."
Qingchen originally thought that there might be some kind of secret hidden in the little boy's life experience.
However, there are no miracles in the slums of this world, only pain and memories are hidden.
"Sorry," Qingchen said.
The little boy said impatiently: "Why are you so easy to talk to? I just said something and you said sorry. When I was beaten, you gave me steamed buns to eat. I said I would get one yuan to answer a question, and you gave me one."
Bai. Can you please stop being like this? You are not like me and you will suddenly leave again one day."
In this low-class slum, any kindness will be magnified infinitely.
Zhang Mengqian is just a 13-year-old child. When the mechanical eye was transplanted, his lacrimal glands were removed, and he even lost the right to cry.
When he met Qingchen, he didn't think it was a good thing. He just subconsciously approached Qingchen, and then he was afraid of getting too close.
Qingchen smiled and said: "Actually, things are not that complicated. You can hang out with me in the future. Of course, it may not be that easy to hang out with me."
Zhang Mengqian got angry for some reason. He stood up and walked out: "Fuck you? What nonsense are you talking about? You can't even protect yourself."
With that said, he ran towards the stairs.
But when he went downstairs, Zhang Mengqian clearly saw a group of people slowly coming up from downstairs. He knew the leader. He was the person responsible for managing the pigeon cage of the Blackwater Society.
The other person was carrying a knife and had a hideous tattoo on his neck.
The little boy seemed to have thought of something and ran back like crazy. He rushed to Qingchen's door: "Run, run quickly. I saw more than ten people from the Blackwater Club, maybe they are here to find you."
Qingchen raised his head and asked: "There is only one safe passage in this building, and the elevator is broken. Where can I run? Maybe they are not looking for me, after all, I have not offended them. I heard someone on the road say that it is dark today."
The day when the water community collects protection fees together.”
"It doesn't take so many people to collect protection fees. Come one, all the residents have paid it honestly. With so many people coming this time, there must be something wrong. What if they are really looking for you? You are the only new resident recently! Go first
It’s okay to hide in other people’s rooms, but we can’t just be killed by them!” Zhang Mengqian said hurriedly.
But it was too late to say this now. When he turned around, he saw those people blocking the door.
The leader put his coat on his shoulders and had a cigarette in his mouth.
The exposed parts of his body, except for his neck and head, have all been replaced with mechanical limbs.
The person in charge of the Pigeon Cage of the Blackwater Society looked at Zhang Mengqian and Qingchen in the room and said with a smile: "I have an impression of this little boy. He has been coming to the Pigeon Cage for a year. He seemed to be 12 years old when he came and is now 13 years old.
Really? Although the customers are all over 14 years old, a 13-year-old should be able to get away with it. Needless to say, this older one is full of money."
A young man on the side said: "Yes, deal with him! Damn it, last night I squatted in front of the Black Swan all night, and I almost froze to death! When I woke up this morning, this kid had already disappeared.
Oh! I’m so angry!”
With that said, the people from the Blackwater Club walked into the room. The person in charge of the Blackwater Club looked at Qingchen and said with a smile: "You may not know what will happen today."
Qingchen shook his head calmly: "None of this is important."
"Not important?" the person in charge of the Blackwater Society wondered.
"The important thing is," Qingchen pointed at Zhang Mengqian: "After he saw you, he came back to me."
The young man from the Blackwater Club was stunned for a moment: "What the hell are you talking about?"
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"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Luo Wanya stood downstairs in the Pigeon Cage, looking at Zhang Qinghuan with some dumbfounding: "I said I will shovel this Lao Shizi Blackwater Club down later. Is there any problem?"
Zhang Qinghuan had a toothache: "There are a lot of them. Besides, we are just going to join a club. Don't we need to find some legitimate reason?"
The president of this art club has never dared to compete with other clubs. Now Luo Wanya and the others are here. They just said in the morning that the hostile force is the Blackwater Club, and they will take care of them all at noon.
Zhang Qinghuan is still a little uncomfortable with this fast-paced life...
Before putting it aside, he should be taking a nap at the moment, and then go to the fourth area to spend some money in the evening.
It's fine now. Zhang Qinghuan said that he should take a nap, and Luo Wanya said that there is no need to sleep for a long time during life. After death, he must sleep for a long time.
Just give it to Zhang Qinghuan.
"Even if we don't find a valid reason, why don't we also find some weapons? Is it really okay if everyone is bare-handed?" Zhang Qinghuan asked.
"Firearms cannot be used. Our initial actions must be low-key and cautious."
Zhang Qinghuan said sadly and angrily: "You are not very cautious either!"
Luo Wanya glanced at Zhang Qinghuan, straightened his clothes, and said seriously: "Now that you are the eldest brother of the club, we are all your younger brothers in name. Can you be a little ambitious? You were so ruthless that we asked us to kill you before.
Where did you go? Come on, be fierce!"
"How...how can you be so cruel?!" Zhang Qinghuan said: "Ouch...owoo?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qinghuan turned around and saw Luo Wanya's gloomy face. There was no complicated expression on his face, but his calm expression was extremely fierce.
The look in his eyes changed, and Zhang Qinghuan was so frightened that he took several steps back.
"Too much nonsense is not oppressive. It's only when a person doesn't speak and you need to guess what he is thinking that he is the most vicious." Luo Wanya sighed: "Forget it, we don't have that much time.
No delay, just play your role later."
The Parents Association comes here without legal status. If any city management officials notice this kind of thing, they will definitely investigate it.
There are officials in the Blackwater Society who collect money. They don't care who in the society below is paying, but as long as it's an internal matter, it can be resolved internally.
Therefore, everything must be done in the name of the art society.
With that said, Zhang Qinghuan was pushed into the pigeon cage.
Panting, he climbed to the 40th floor, but Luo Wanya and the others acted as if nothing was wrong. Zhang Qinghuan was extremely envious. He just injected an injection of the cheapest genetic medicine, which was just F level.
Among the people Luo Wanya brought, the lowest ones were all D-level. Previously, a younger brother said that there were two C-levels. Later, Zhang Qinghuan discovered that Luo Wanya, the big boss, actually brought 4 C-levels...
Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan finally calmed down a little. Didn't he just set up the Blackwater Club...
Arriving on the 40th floor, Zhang Qinghuan saw the people from the Blackwater Club at a glance, and he was stunned on the spot.
Luo Wanya nudged him with her elbow: "It's your turn to say your lines. I'll teach you this one. Don't forget it."
Zhang Qinghuan reacted and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Get rid of them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Wanya rushed out with his family. His huge body hit the members of the Blackwater Club like a train, knocking them several meters away. He stared at them.
Vomiting blood at the mouth, he may not survive.
Zhang Mengqian in the room was hiding behind Qingchen in fear.
There was a sudden noise outside.
The members of the Blackwater Society looked back one after another, but before they could react, the entire situation had been completely crushed.
To be honest, Qingchen and Luo Wanya have never taken this kind of small community seriously.
In the entire city No. 22, except for the society called Longwen, the rest are just local chickens and dogs.
Luo Wanya felt that he had finally got a chance to make a move in front of his boss, and any ink stain would be a waste of opportunity.
Therefore, the members of the Blackwater Society... collapsed extremely quickly.
The family members also performed exceptionally bravely.
The family members don't know that their parents are in the house. They simply have endless energy every day and have nowhere to vent it. Naturally, they will be more ruthless in attacking the evil forces at this time.
Luo Wanya stood in the dirty corridor, glaring at all the curious residents: "What are you looking at? Go back."
