At about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the restaurant was always in a low popularity. During that time, Wei Zhiyuan, as the waiter who served the plate, would do nothing. So one day, when he asked the boss naively if he could play with the snake on his phone, the boss gave it to him without any concern.

Wei Qian studied the map and urban garbage disposal system for a week, and Wei Zhiyuan played the greedy snake for a week... and sent several messages to Sanpang.

The first one is simple: Third brother, help me, don’t reply to the text message. I called my brother at 9 o’clock in the evening and hang up - Xiaoyuan.

Article 2: Wei Zhiyuan left the city name and address, and then stated: Don’t go back, don’t look for us, find a place to live by yourself, call my brother when he arrives, and hang up twice.

On the fourth day, Wei Qian received two bells from Sanpang.

Wei Zhiyuan followed Wei Qian's instructions and left a third message to Sanpang: Come and get a big dog. After getting it, call my brother and ring three times.

On the last day, Wei Qian adjusted his physical condition and prepared to go to the boxing ring.

He got up early and before Wei Zhiyuan woke up, he used a carbon pen to draw a little turtle on the back of the child's hand.

Wei Qian had already read the old math textbook from beginning to end. At the same time, he also drew a dozen small turtles with sticky notes with the original owner. At first glance, he could have achieved the true teaching of the "Divine Turtle Real Person" of 80% and was vividly drawn.

After finishing the painting, Wei Qian put on his clothes and left in a fairy spirit.

At the same time, Sanpang and a big dog were already sneaking in the suburbs of the west of the city for a day and night.

A pickup truck drove over. Sanpang hurriedly avoided the lights, pulled back the dog leash, forced the dog to shrink his neck and hide with him, and waited for the car to drive over vigilantly.

The big dog stretched out his long tongue and saw that Sanpang came over with a frightened big fat face, so he licked him very easily.

After the car drove away, Sanpang roared at the dog in anger: "Mom, you just finished your shit!"

The dog obviously didn't think there was any hygiene problem, so he shook his head and tail and said, "Wang!"

Sanpang looked at the dog worriedly. Somehow, it looked tall and handsome, but its IQ seemed to be significantly lower than the same level: "Baby, we have been spending a day here, so we can't find it anymore. Wei Qian's little bastard might have blown the light and pulled out the wax."

The dog... Let's call it a dog happy for a moment--the dog happily dragged him forward happily, and said "poof" again like a joyful voice, as if he was saying happily: "Let that little bastard die!"

Sanpang sighed: "Who said no? I also want that bastard to die. He is like a long leg trouble. I don't know what trouble he caused this time - looking for a corpse in the west of the city. Oh, your third brother, I am obviously a comedy film, and he fucked me to make a guest appearance in a horror film!"

Dog Huanle suddenly braked, and Sanpang's nerves suddenly tense up: "What's wrong? Are you nearby?"

...As a result, the dog raised his legs and urinated under the tree.

Sanpang: "…"

At this time, Sanpang discovered that Dog Huanle had pulled him to a relatively high place. Looking down, you could see the garbage incineration treatment plant, which was smelly. I don’t know that Dog Huanle had a nose that was so sensitive than humans. How could it maintain its happy heroic character under such conditions?

Sanpang narrowed his eyes and looked down. He suddenly found that several large trash cans of different colors were not disposed of with other garbage. The small pickup truck that drove past him was parked next to the garbage disposal factory. Several people got out of the car and carried the buckets away.

Those people are definitely not from the garbage disposal factory. Sanpang can see clearly that those who are willing to do such work here are mostly older people, and not many young people can endure such hardships.

The people who got off the car were young and strong, and they all looked powerful and could easily carry the trash cans that looked very heavy into the car.

After a while, the pickup truck drove away again.

Sanpang squatted down, took out the map, and whispered to the dog happy: "No, the map says there is nothing else there, it's just a large open space."

The dog happy ignored him and just wanted to pull him away.

Sanpang: "Okay, then listen to you, let's go!"

Sanfat leaned his waist and carefully dodged along the way, distinguishing the ruts and directions, and following the tracks of the pickup truck with the help of the dog's nose. When it was almost dawn, he found a row of illegal buildings, which seemed to be the kind of illegal iron smelting workshops among the people. The pickup truck had already driven away, but several trash cans were lined outside, with the lid open, and one of them accidentally fell down and was empty.

Sanpang poked his head and looked carefully into the dumped trash can, thinking it was simply too clean.

There are everything in the trash can, especially some things that are so savory. It is absolutely impossible to be as clean as this bucket, and it must contain something else.

Sanpang had an indescribable premonition, and he felt that he had found the right place.

It was not until this time that he discovered the abnormality of the dog's joy.

The dog Happy's eyes widened, and his hair exploded. He bared sharp dog teeth in the direction of the row of trash cans, and his claws restlessly slammed on the ground, making an action between escaping and attacking - it must have smelled something and was frightened.

That morning, a strange customer came to the small restaurant where Wei Zhiyuan worked. As soon as it opened, he came in and ordered a bowl of noodles. He was not in a hurry to eat it, but just sat there just by spending time.

The boss and the boss lady were a little scared because ordinary people would not come to eat a bowl of hot noodles at the time of breakfast and lunch without lunch. The short-sleeved vest that the guest was wearing was faintly exposed with a tattoo corner, and his head was yellow-haired, not like a good person.

Wei Zhiyuan took Wei Qian's cell phone that day, mute it, waiting for news about Sanpang.

If found, Sanpang will ring the bell for him once. If done, Sanpang will ring the bell for him again.

The first bell in the morning had passed, but the second bell was delayed. Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

And just as he looked down at his phone, the strange guest stood up at some point and quietly approached him.

Wei Qian has finished the second game.

As soon as he stood on the stage, he realized something was wrong. A person like Wei Qian who was accustomed to being a thug, as long as he stood in front of him, he could basically feel whether the opponent was threatening at the first time. In the second game, he was promoted to the level according to the rules, so the opponent should naturally be stronger, but this person was not better than the opponent in the first game.

Wei Qian knocked this man down almost without any injury.

The audience booed disappointed - because Wei Qian, the opponent, looked really tall and big, with knotty muscles on the outsider.

However, only those who came on stage knew that the man's muscles were too tangled, as if they were the bodybuilder's method. The large muscles like dead flesh seriously restricted his punching speed. Apart from being resistant to beating, they had little effect.

Wei Qian wiped his sweat and prepared to return to the locker room.

Just when he was off the stage, Zhao Laojiu ran in panting, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the corner. He first pretended to be anxious and looked him up and down, then he breathed a sigh of relief very pretentiously, patted his shoulder and said, "Oh, brother, it's fine, it's fine."

Wei Qian knew that things really came.

He calmly asked, pretending to be confused, "Ah?"

Zhao Laojiu slapped his thigh: "Oh, what do you mean by raising these people?... I made them wrong just now! Your opponent is not a low-level person like you. He is a middle-level person. That big guy can do two of you! Brother Jiu was afraid that something would happen to you..."

Wei Qian sneered in his heart, but his face cooperated with a stunned expression.

Zhao Laojiu seemed to suddenly remember something, pulled open his leather bag and pulled out a thick dozen RMB from it - it looked really thick, and there were more than two thorns. Wei Qian could tell with a slight look that it was less than 20,000 yuan.

"The appearance fee and the prize money for winning this game will be given to you at the level of that person, each of which is 10,000 yuan. There are 5,000 yuan that Brother Jiu gave to you himself. Oh, Brother Jiu is sorry for you. If I hadn't kept an eye on it, I wouldn't have let you suffer."

Wei Qian pretended to refuse, but finally "failed" to live up to expectations and put the money into his pocket. Zhao Laojiu looked at him with satisfaction and kindness: "Young man, there is a future! Go, change your clothes."

Wei Qian had a long prediction of various situations - of course, more than 20,000 yuan was a huge sum that he had never seen in his life. As a qualified money skewer, his liver trembled and his brain heated up, but soon, he was pulled back by his strong willpower.

He left the stage with a very slow pace. He stopped in the middle and looked back at Zhao Laojiu, and found that the man was watching him with an indescribable smug smile on his face.

Find a weak chicken who got from somewhere, so that he thought he had defeated the intermediate level, and then used money to make him expand himself, and even jumped to the next game willingly?

It is impossible. Real thugs can tell who is the tough character and who is the fierce airs. In the past, they only thought it was a lucky person. How many people would take risks for the 25,000 yuan in their pockets?

There are certainly, but those people usually need a lot of money, such as those who take drugs, usury or support patients with serious illnesses, and they won't just sign three agreements.

For most low-level boxers who have made appointments in three games, the profits in this game have exceeded expectations, and there will definitely not be many people who have the courage to fight again.

This is throwing money into the water. It’s a meat bun to beat the dog. Zhao Laojiu can’t be so stupid.

Wei Qian's mind was unprecedentedly calm and he turned almost at full speed. Suddenly, he stopped.

Zhao Laojiu's words "Go and change clothes" suddenly echoed in his ears, and Wei Qian remembered something was wrong - it was the locker room!

From the first moment, Wei Qian vaguely felt that the stage setting was abnormal.

According to normal people's ideas, the adjacent stages should be next to each other, which is convenient for the audience. The other stages are indeed lined up in this way, but those at lower levels are not.

The lowest level is near the gate, while the second level is in the innermost.

In this way, if a second-level boxer wants to go back to the locker room, he must pass through a long and narrow corridor with only one person passing through. It is very narrow and almost black inside. It is said that the light is broken and has not been installed yet.

The players walked out of the outside when they came on the court, so that the guests could see clearly, but there were other regulations to end up, requiring them to leave the boxer channel to avoid blocking the guests' sight - the guests were not something they could afford.

In other words, the second-level boxer had to walk through that passage, and the long and dark path was now in front of Wei Qian.

Money and... bloody.

In the flash of lightning, Wei Qian figured out how Zhao Laojiu would do this.

Imagine a poor boxer, out of luck, carrying a huge sum of money he had never seen in his life, and walked into the aisle with ecstasy joy. In the deepest place, what would he do if he was suddenly attacked?

What would happen to him if the visitor not only injured him with a fierce attack but also stole the money from him?

Caught off guard against being attacked in the dark will have a great psychological impact on a person. For a person who has just won the game from the stage and has not yet cooled down, he will never be afraid or afraid of being attacked. He will only be angry, even hatred, and out of control will ignite the original rational and controllable sense of expansion.

Not to mention the money.

It’s okay if you can’t get the money, but if you get it, you will snatch it from him, everyone will be angry... let alone people like them, they will be crazy.

Simple and crude, but surely amazingly effective.

Wei Qian's palms were soaked with sticky cold sweat.

Just then, a man whispered behind him, "Why don't you leave?"

In the west of the city, Sanpang felt that his body was about to be blown up by fear.

Until now, Sanpang didn't know what happened to Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan. He only knew that these two grandsons ran away without saying a word, making Old Lady Song so anxious that she was almost going up a tree. She never bothered to scold him as a fat man. Every day when she saw him, she would chatter and interrogate like Xianglin Sao.

Sanpang was also anxious. The incident of pockmark happened once. Although Sanpang didn't say it, it almost had a psychological shadow.

In addition, he was almost broken by being whispered like this every day by Old Mrs. Song.

Until he received a text message from a strange number in Wei Zhiyuan's tone.

Sanpang bought a ticket from the scalper that day and rushed over. He was extremely worried, especially when he received news that Wei Qian and the others asked him to find a body.

Of course, when the word "corpse" is on paper, it can only arouse Sanpang's worries and worries... When he really saw those real corpses, he was almost scared to death without any buffering.

Sanpang and Gou Huanle sneaked into the illegal workshop. On the way, Gou Huanle seemed to feel the fear and caution of the human next to him. He didn't even scream. The others probably had already driven away, leaving only a middle-aged man watching.

The middle-aged man was in a gloomy little house. Sanpang looked at it and saw that the little house was a simple ancestral hall with a Buddha statue in it. The man was trembling and burning incense and kowtow. The yard was filled with scrap copper and iron. Sanpang and the dog happily avoided the rags and rushed to a place that seemed to be storing oil refining tanks.

As soon as I entered, the timid could urinate on the spot - there was a row of troughs, all of which were corpses, Yishui was facing outside, rolling his eyes and opening his mouth, the outermost corpses were still stiff, and the innermost odor had already emitted a foul smell in the humid and warm weather in Guangdong... The troughs were not full, and they would be incinerated only after they were full.
Chapter completed!