X-land.

"30 Franklin, are you farting, are you? You're sending the beggar!" Aping was too lazy to get angry, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and threw it out without looking at it: "The money is still here, get out."

"Brother! Brother, there are only so many of us. Brother, tell me, I'll find a way to get it together." The person who spoke was a hungry man, who seemed to have been malnourished for a while.

"You go and get together? OK, 30,000 yuan, US dollars." Aping said as he threw out another wine bottle. The hit was very accurate and hit the sloppy man's head, making a muffled "bang" sound, and then the bottle fell to the ground and broke into sharp glass fragments.

The man's head was attacked and blood was seeping out of his scalp. He was a little unsteady and his body trembled inexplicably, then he thrust, and then fell to the ground, while he was only wearing a shabby short-sleeved body.

"Aping, how can you get money in the future?" A person next to Aping looked at the sloppy man with blood on his body: "Look, kill another one."

"How could they be afraid if they don't die? I think my welfare institution is here?" Aping snorted, "Let's go, I'll go and bury it."

"I" had a man with glass on my body, but he didn't know where the strength came from, so he shook his body and actually arched his body: "I can get the money."

"Then why don't you get out of here!" Aping spat and turned to his companion and said, "Here, I'll give you 10 photos."

"15 photos", this humane.

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

The sloppy man shook a few steps, and he pulled out the glass on his body. Fortunately, the glass bottle bounced a little away, and the place where he fell was not the center point, but even so, he could feel that several parts of his body seemed to be in pain.

He can no longer feel the pain.

Dream of getting rich?

If anyone can rescue him and his fellow countrymen from the D field and send him home, he is willing to die here on the spot, as long as he can be buried in the land of his hometown.

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

The corpses are usually stored in temples and are contracted by outsiders. As far as he knows, at least 30 Chinese corpses are stored here. Here, cremation of corpses costs thousands of dollars and 50 dollars a day. If it exceeds half a year, if the relatives want to come and take them away, the cost will be really terrifying.

Can't die here

He knew he was no longer possible.

He still had the last 140 dollars on his body, and the water around Field D was 5 dollars a bottle. He wanted to take a taxi in a while and go directly to the beach. He knew that there was a cliff here very suitable.

Walking on the road in a daze, a Rolls-Royce next to him passed by him smoothly, not even caring about whether he would hit him. The wind he brought over was about to bring him down. He staggered and finally stopped.

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

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

But here, not everyone has a soul.

The man then walked a few steps, and the bleeding part had stopped. He was about to go to eat something, but he knew where there was a cheaper place. After walking for twenty minutes, he finally arrived at a shed.

"Youngest, stop doing it, you will die like this." The restaurant owner looked at the sloppy man: "You go by yourself and go back."

"I'm leaving, my brother, he can't come to save him at home."

"It's just like this, love is worth a knife." The boss smiled bitterly and said, "Sit down well, I'll cook noodles for you."

"Thank you, Prince."

"Oh, it's not easy," said the noodle restaurant owner: "10 yuan, huh, you still have money, right?"

"Some," the sloppy man took out a Jackson from his clothes, "This is 20 dollars, I want two bowls."

"What's wrong today? Have you earned a tip?" the boss said, "Okay, 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'd better listen to my advice and go back." The boss said: "I'm the one who can't go back. You're different, you can go back. I've seen so many people in the past two years."

As he said that, the boss stroked the three fingers of his right hand: "You are still a useful person when you go back, why are you a college student?"

"Go back" the sloppy man said the two words "he" almost exhaled, and his whole body was a little dead. 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, only you can stop in time. People are afraid of nothing. What is terrible is that they carry endless things and you can't leave even if you want to. I never advise people. With you, I will be the last good person, you can go. Go back and write down what's going on 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 reveal some truth," the boss said, "By the way, don't you have some other valuable evidence on hand?"

"What?" The sloppy man was trembling all the time, covering up his surprise at this moment: "Evidence? Are you saying that the dick is trapped? It's useless. If you go back and tell me, you can't save him."

"Not that," the boss said, "I seem to hear that you know something about Mimei."

"Mimei?" The man slowly raised his head, looking puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Oh oh oh, maybe I heard it wrong," the boss smiled and said, "You know, news here is flying all over the place."

"Yes," the man took a bite of the egg, ate half of it, and suddenly thought of something, but he didn't pause at all, and then ate his other half.

"You," the boss said halfway, and didn't continue.

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

"You can try it."

"Um".

The man nodded and continued to eat noodles without saying a word.

He suddenly realized that it was really time to leave here, and the infiltration there had already reached here, and the so-called boss actually had no friendship with him.

This is a slap.

He knew that he would definitely win with this one. After winning a few thousand, he would lose a big one once, and then borrow a few thousand for him, and then he would continue to lose. Then, he would be finished. The people here want to keep him reasonably.

1500, he calculated, he made so much, so he went home
Chapter completed!