Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 48 The Wanderer

"This guy's bloated body is not a disguise, but a physical mutation caused by distortion?"

Seeing the harsh words [semi-deformed human] on the head of the cloak stall owner, Su Lun also found it a bit inconceivable.

Distortion is distortion, and there is also the saying of "semi-distortion"?

What is the state of the stall owner now, a person, or a monster?

This again involved Su Lun's knowledge blind spot.

But thinking about it, with reason, it should be regarded as a human being.

He didn't think much about it, and turned his attention to the medicine on the booth.

Things are good, and the price is really cheap.

At this moment, if Su Lun had money in his pocket, he would definitely buy these potions. The packaging is so simple, it is impossible to sell it, but it is also very good to keep it for yourself.

Unfortunately, he has no money.

Su Lun didn't intend to give up this opportunity to "find the leak". When he watched the crowd around the booth disperse, he walked over and said directly: "I plan to have all your potions, but I didn't bring enough. Cash. Can you leave another contact information, and I will contact you when I find the money? Of course, everything follows the rules of the black market."

There is nothing wrong with that.

People in the black market are very vigilant, and most of them will not leave their own contact information, but they can leave a middleman. For example, some pubs and hotels have special services for sending messages to customers. The two parties agree on a secret code, and they can get it by themselves, and the transaction can be completed without meeting, which is safe and hidden.

Because he has no money for the time being, he wants to chat with the stall owner's contact information first, and then try to find a way to hook up.

Medicines are still secondary, no matter how expensive the price difference is, there are only four.

If these medicines were refined by the stall owner himself, then it would be a continuous supply, and this is the real "picking up big leaks", not a one-off sale.

The gang still has some channels to sell pirated or illegal drugs, and then Su Lun will be able to find a way to turn the drugs into cash. As long as there is enough supply of goods, it is not impossible to get rich in a short period of time.

The stall owner in the black cloak was overjoyed when he heard that someone wanted to buy his potion.

But after hearing Su Lun's words, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, I just want cash."

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Listening to his tone, Su Lun seemed to be in urgent need of money.

But after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me that such a good medicine was sold at such a low price, there must be a shortage of money.

This also made him more curious about the identity of this guy. The pharmacists who can refine this potion are all elites of the upper class in the inner city. Don't dare to show up, probably a wanted criminal or something.

After fooling around for another minute, Su Lun racked his brains to come up with several solutions, but the stall owner stubbornly insisted on cash transactions now.

He knew that if he continued to speak, it would appear that he was planning something wrong, so he could only retreat and say: "That's a pity. If you change your mind, you can always leave a message at the 'Three Guns Tavern' on Green Street, and the password is 'pigeon' .I get the news and will contact you as soon as possible.”

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Hearing this, the stall owner seemed to hesitate too.

Obviously, he also knew that his potion was not easy to sell, and he finally met an interested buyer, so he didn't want to give up just like that.

Just when he was hesitating whether to agree, suddenly he seemed to see something in the crowd, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, sir, I have to leave first."

As he spoke, without waiting for any reaction from Su Lun, he put away a few medicines on the booth and mixed into the crowd in a panic.

Su Lun had noticed that the stall owner's eyes were wandering all the time, as if he was afraid of being recognized.

Seeing him leave suddenly, he was slightly taken aback.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the crowd in the black market, and wondered who the stall owner saw so flustered.

Huh. It seems that I met those two windbreaker men before?

Su Lun didn't look too much, but narrowed his eyes and blended into the crowd.

His own identity is also not visible, and it is useless to stay for a long time.

But just from this brief exchange, Su Lun also guessed that the stall owner was young and quite polite. He should have a good tutor, was short of money, had a distorted body, and had a lot of knowledge in pharmacy.

Su Lun thought about it, and had a rough guess about the origin of the stall owner in his mind. Probably came from a family of doctors in the inner circle?

Although the person left, he did everything that should be done, and he didn't worry about it anymore.

Looking at the bustling black market in front of him, Su Lun shrugged helplessly: "I hope he will contact me."

Having been here a few times before, Su Lun has roughly figured out what the various shops in the black market sell.

He didn't waste time in those shops with shrewd bosses, he wandered all the way, and slowly walked to the temporary shack area at the bottom of the black market.

Today's black market is probably due to the appearance of relics and treasures, and many rich and hidden bosses have come. As a result, many speculators came.

Some of them are even big chambers of commerce from the inner city, and they have changed their signature outfits.

Merchants seek profit, but no matter what the black market is or not.

After all, although the outer city is poor, its population is dozens of times that of the inner city, and the low-end market also has very considerable profits.

Those low-end goods, second-hand goods, and defective products that cannot be sold in the inner city are the top-selling goods in the outer city.

Such as high-end textile second-hand goods, obsolete steam equipment, mechanical prosthetics

Su Lun passed by the booths with a large number of mechanical prosthetics, and took a look. The military mechanical prosthetics eliminated from the inner city were really good. Although old, the detachable parts are definitely high-quality accessories in the gangster mechanical modification shop.

These military machinery are all "contraband items", and they will be destroyed in a centralized manner in the inner city and will not be left behind. I don't know where the speculators found the source of goods.

However, waste mechanical equipment and prosthetics are not cheap, often tens of thousands. A mechanic with good eyesight may be able to earn a 20% to 30% difference in the price of dismantling parts, but buying just a few pieces requires a lot of money.

Su Lun didn't have that much money, and it wasn't suitable for mechanical parts.

After walking a few more temporary shops, most of them are like this. If you have money, you can operate it. But the white wolf with empty gloves wanted to pick up the missed opportunity, but he didn't find it.

In the end, Su Lun had no choice but to leave the black market.

Although Su Lun had been careful enough, he chose to leave when the crowd left.

Unexpectedly, I still encountered trouble.

Seeing that he was alone, those homeless squatting outside the black market stared at him.

[Death Harvester] Every time he harvests soul fragments, he will almost gain a slight increase in spiritual power.

At first, Su Lun didn't think this attribute was so important. Later, as the perception value slowly increased, he realized that this was a more real life-saving ability than strength and agility.

After the mental power grows, the crisis perception ability will rise with the tide.

That kind of hostile gaze was like a glow on his back.