Chapter 2 Chapter 1 You wake up

Soon after, the PCPD torture center was in a temporary holding cell.

"Hey! You! You finally woke up..."

His head was dizzy, as if the world was spinning. Zhuang Xuteng pressed his head with both hands to prevent the paste inside from being shaken out. After a while, the dizziness subsided slightly. The sound he heard seemed to come from the horizon, and there was still a sense of stillness.

In the illusion in the dream, only the burning pain on my face was real, as if someone had just slapped me there.

"You haven't woken up yet? Am I not trying hard enough?" The voice from before came again.

Facts have proved that when the body acquires a new more painful part, the previous one will be immediately ignored, and the dizziness can be quickly suppressed. Zhuang Xuteng stopped holding his head and forgot to rub his face. Now he directly picked up his right leg and put his hands on it.

Rub it on top.

"Kicking me for what? Who?"

He tried to open his eyes, and many black shadows were shaking in front of him. The lights in the distance and the floor nearby were shaking constantly. What's wrong with me? Zhuang Xuteng once had a hangover, was hit with a sap, and was accidentally raped.

I have choked on psychedelic gases, but I have never been so difficult to control my consciousness and so dizzy as now.

No, this definitely won't work. There are other people here, some strangers, which means potential danger. Peicheng has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, and he also has many reasons why he cannot be "forced". Now... at least

...you need to know what the situation is first.

Squeezing the eyeballs with both palms, the shaking degree of the black shadows in the field of vision finally began to decrease, and they gradually merged into a dark, round-faced man. This guy has big shoulders and a round waist, thick arms, wide hands, thick eyebrows and beards, and a wide nose bridge with a black round face.

His eyes are like those of a bullfighting bull, and his thin lips with a smile are like those of a corgi.

Who is this man? Do I have a history with him?

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuteng asked breathlessly, "Do you have any advice?"

"My name is Ge Gongdao, and everyone calls me Ge Hei Lian. Nicknames are always easier to remember than names." The corners of the black-faced man's mouth twitched and he smiled briefly, "Just now, someone wanted to steal something while you were sleeping.

, and I despise petty theft when others are in danger, so I woke you up."

Zhuang Xuteng was shocked and finally recalled where he was and what his situation was.

In the detention center in the ninth block, he was locked behind iron bars with about twenty criminals at the same time, sharing a space of less than 100 square meters. He came here because he participated in a demonstration for his reasonable and legal rights and was arrested after the explosion.

Arrested "jointly", he is definitely not a criminal, at least completely different from other people in the same room.

Look around, who are these people! The tattoos represent the robbery record of motorcycle gangs, the chain belt represents the number of victories in underground black boxing, the broken hands that are probably missing fingers due to gambling debts, and the remaining ones are either bruised or swollen.

, or crooked melons and cracked dates.

Just opposite, four tattooed youths from motorcycle gangs were leaning on the railing and stared at them. Their eyes were full of threats. Their slightly shaking legs and feet showed that they were doing nothing and didn't care about causing a disturbance. They probably wanted to pay for it.

They are the ones in their own pocket.

In comparison, this A Ge/Dao brother looks much cuter.

"Thank you." Zhuang Xuteng nodded.

"You're welcome." Ge said with a black face: "You were caught in the parade bombing incident, and so was I. With this connection, you have to take care of it, and besides, it's something I don't like. By the way, who are you with?

What’s the market price over there?”

"You have a lot of questions...let me slow down first, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Then I'll wait for you for a while."

Zhuang Xuteng rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, moved his jaw, twisted his neck, and then moved his whole body in turn. He inspected his body very carefully, as if he were treating the most important gift in his life.

He remembered that he was paralyzed during the riots after the protests, and then something strange penetrated his body, and then gradually regained the ability to move. He suspected that the thing on his body was some kind of shadow, and wanted to check it out.

But in the current environment, it is definitely not wise to do so rashly.

The dizziness and coma just now were caused by the interrogation, and the PCPD was completely rude when they started. In addition to fists and clubs, the PCPD also used instruments and drugs, setting up a serious formation that he had never heard of.

He finally survived the interrogation, but he didn't know if there would be another round or when he would be able to get out. Zhuang Xuteng firmly believed that he had not committed any crime, but was just an unlucky guy who got sucked into the whirlpool and would be let out sooner or later. He was just letting out.

Before that, he had to survive the interrogation and current detention.

Apart from being innocent, he has no way to get himself out of the detention center. If he has money in his pocket, the PCPD is willing to accept it as evidence and use leaving the cell as a receipt. In Peicheng, rich people will not make mistakes——

In other words, money can never make mistakes.

This principle can be slightly expanded to become: You must not make mistakes when you have no money.

Zhuang Xuteng is the kind of person who can't make mistakes. His pockets are empty and there is no one to take care of him. As for Shadow Cong, being possessed by a living Shadow Cong is basically like pie in the sky. The chance is too small, and he is not sure.

Is there such a thing? To put it bluntly, even if there is a shadow follower, he won't be able to use it now, so he can't rely on it.

Only calmness and reflection can improve his current situation.

Calmly and thoughtfully tell him: It's best if you can make friends, and at least you can't increase enemies. The black-faced brawny man next to you should be a good choice. He looks very friendly, at least willing to help others, and can also mess with the gangsters.

With a deterrent effect, this is exactly the person Zhuang Xuteng thinks he should win over.

"I'm much better, thank you." Zhuang Xuteng sat up straight and tilted his head to express his gratitude to Ge Gongdao again. "You are a warm-hearted and good person, and you will definitely have good luck."

"Good luck? There will be no good luck in the detention center. I shouldn't stay here."

"You and I have the same views on each other." Zhuang Xuteng continued to maintain a close atmosphere, and he also brought the topic back to the area that the other party was concerned about, which was to talk about business: "What did you mean by your question just now? What?

Who is it called? And what do you mean by the market price?"

"Who asked you to follow the parade and how much money will they give you..." Ge Hei said first and then thought. As he spoke, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth and lowered his voice: "Oh... I understand, you

It’s not about collecting money to top up your balance.”

"I am a worker who was expelled from the 21st Magic Crystal Factory. I am here to ask for the unpaid wages. Wait... you are also wearing work clothes. I thought you were some friend I have never met. Now I understand.

, you were hired to fill up the numbers."

"Let's be honest, I'm a mercenary. I was given this dark yellow jumpsuit when I took the job yesterday. I always have to look like that. Look, the clothes are very effective. You think I'm a mercenary."

Your co-worker. Actually, I have never understood, can the people above make money from this kind of action?" Ge Hei scratched his thick beard, snorted, and said: "I always feel that

There is a big operation behind this, which can make a lot of money, but I am just a scrap, not qualified to do anything big."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his eyelids and murmured: "They eat hot and spicy food, why don't they let me eat it?"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"It's nothing, I have a stomachache, and I'm steaming." Zhuang Xuteng waved his hand. Although Ge Heilian helped him, he was a "mercenary", and judging from the jobs he took over, he was still at the bottom. They

Such people do not have a good reputation in the eyes of ordinary people, and are generally synonymous with all kinds of trouble.

It is said that these people have no morality and persistence, and only care about money. They will do whatever they want to pay them more. As for right and wrong, just like the women's clothes on the billboard, they are getting less and less - even if they are available, they are not.

It's like, it's even better to not have it at all.

Although I don’t want to deal with mercenaries, as ordinary people, I still inevitably cross paths with them when walking. In Peicheng, as long as you don’t have money in your pocket, no one will reason or support you. Those gangs and mercenaries may

It is the last hope. Although they can also cause trouble, in most cases they replace a big trouble with a small trouble, which at least allows people to continue to live in confusion. Think about it from another perspective, if gangs and mercenaries are not in the middle

Buffer, anyone who encounters those big companies and powerful forces will only be crushed into scum. At that time...

Living is a luxury.

"Hey, friend, I see you are taciturn. You haven't fully recovered yet. What did the police ask you when you were taken away just now?" Ge Hei looked around for a long time, and finally asked what he was concerned about, which might also be helpful.

Zhuang Xuteng's only real purpose. "By the way, my friend, I don't know your name yet."

"Do you want to know my name, or what the police asked me when they took me away?" Zhuang Xuteng raised a finger, waved it in front of Ge Hei's face, and said, "Choose one of the two."

He wanted to see this black-faced man's choice and see what kind of person he was.

"Uh, I want to know..." Ge Hei rubbed the scattered beard on his chin and hesitated for a moment. Although he had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, he still said decisively: "Your name."

"Zhuang Xuteng. The surname was given by my parents, and it is also related to the work of my family. As for the name, I hope that I will continue to take off." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head, turned around and faced Ge Hei's face, and asked: "Why did you choose to know me?"

name?"

"If you don't know the name, you will never have a friend. Even if we never meet again after leaving here, at least we have met once. Life intersects through acquaintance, and then sparks are created. This light makes the world

It has meaning."

Hey, it's very well said, like a poem. Zhuang Xuteng asked with great interest: "Are you still a poet?"

"I can't say such beautiful words - I heard others say it, and I thought it made sense, so I remembered it."

"Ha! Even if you didn't think of it yourself, it's good to be able to remember it." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "Why do you want to know what the police asked?"

"I'm a fake, and these clothes don't belong to me. Someone asked me to pretend to be a worker who wants money. If I want to be worthy of this job, I'd better pretend to be more realistic. Besides..." Ge Hei came closer and said,

Covering his mouth with his palm, he lowered his voice and said: "If you can answer like that, it will not cause unnecessary trouble. You know, if there is an explosion, if the real culprit cannot be found, a scapegoat will definitely be found...

…Being a mercenary is usually the best choice.”

Peicheng's crime detection rate is very high, but... Zhuang Xuteng thought of his father's famous saying: If the number of crimes cannot be suppressed, the detection rate will be false, and the PCPD will be a loser.

In this case, everyone must take good care of themselves.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell you what happened there." Originally, Zhuang Xuteng would definitely tell him the details, but now he is more willing.

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