Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 561 Fast-paced life

   "You caught me stealing my phone yesterday, why did you let me go?" Zhang Mengqian sat on the floor in Qingchen's room and asked looking up.

  There were reptiles everywhere in the room, and he didn't care at all. Instead, he blocked the way of the insects with his hands with great interest.

  In the ninth district, there are nearly a thousand buildings like pigeon buildings: broken elevators, blocked water pipes, and aging wires.

  These buildings are not cleaned, and there are piles of garbage, which naturally breeds many bugs and mice.

  Sometimes, some people die in the house, and it takes a long time before they are found.

  The irony is that they may be discovered not because there are still people in this world who care about them, but because it is time for the society to collect protection fees.

   Qing Chen glanced at the little boy and asked, "If someone else caught you, what would they do?"

   "I will search my body to see if I have any money on me. If I have any money, I will take it away, and if I don't, I will beat you 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?" Qing Chen asked again.

  Zhang Mengqian thought for a while: "Weak, good-tempered, dare not speak when being bullied."

  Qing Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If the soldiers of the Age of Gods heard Zhang Mengqian's comments in hell, they would probably scold their mothers angrily.

  Up to now, no one in the entire Federation may use these words to evaluate the person "Qing Chen".

  Everyone's evaluation of Qing Chen, the most frequent keyword is "ferocious".

  Qing Chen asked Zhang Mengqian: "When I asked about your life experience, you didn't tell the truth."

  Zhang Mengqian looked at Qing Chen with his crude mechanical eyes: "Why do you say that?"

"In the lower three districts, there are not many people who can complete elementary school. Many people even write the radicals of their names wrong, but you can write down a complete sentence, even the pinyin is useless," Qing Chen calmly Said.

  Zhang Mengqian may not know who is in front of him. This is the intelligence department supervisor who has solved the case and made the whole No. 10 city howling, and will not neglect such details.

  Qing Chen asked: "So, where are your parents, and why are you here?"

Zhang Mengqian bowed his head: "I didn't lie to you. I originally lived in the sixth district, but I did move to the eighth district. At that time, my father owed usury from gambling, and he tricked my mother to go to a black clinic for anesthesia, and then sold it secretly. In the end, the black clinic promised to replace my mother with a bionic liver, but it was all lies, my mother died, and then my father sold her other organs."

  Qing Chen 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."

  Qing Chen 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," Qing Chen said.

The little boy said impatiently: "Why are you so talkative, you said sorry when I just said something, and you gave me steamed stuffed buns when I was beaten up, and you gave me a dollar for answering a question. Bai. Can you stop doing this, you are not someone like me, and you will suddenly leave one day later. "

   Living in this low-level slum, a little kindness will be infinitely magnified.

  Zhang Mengqian is just a 13-year-old child. When the mechanical eye was transplanted, his lacrimal gland was removed, and he lost even the right to cry.

  When he met Qing Chen, he didn't think it was so good, he just approached Qing Chen subconsciously, and then he was afraid of getting too close.

  Qing Chen said with a smile: "Actually, things are not that complicated. You can mix with me in the future. Of course, mixing with me may not be so easy."

  Zhang Mengqian became angry for some reason. He stood up and walked out: "Fucking with you? What big talk, you can't even protect yourself."

   As he spoke, he ran to the stairs.

  But when he went downstairs, Zhang Mengqian clearly saw a group of people slowly coming up from downstairs. He knew the leader, and he was obviously the person in charge of the pigeon cage from the Blackwater Society.

  The opponent is carrying a knife, and the tattoo on his neck is hideous.

  The little boy thought of something, and ran back madly. He rushed to Qingchen's door: "Run, run, I saw more than a dozen members of the Blackwater Society, maybe they are here to look for you."

Qing Chen raised his head and asked: "There is only one safe passage in this building, and the elevator is broken. Where can I go? It may not be looking for me. After all, I didn't offend them. I heard people on the road that today is black The day when the water association collects protection fees."

"There is no need for so many people to collect protection fees. Come here, and all the residents have paid honestly. There must be a problem with so many people coming this time. What if it is really looking for you? You are a new resident recently! Go first It's fine to hide in other people's rooms, you can't just be killed by them!" Zhang Mengqian hurriedly said.

   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, with a cigarette in his mouth.

  The exposed parts of his body, except for the neck and head, have been replaced with mechanical limbs.

The person in charge of the pigeon cage of the Blackwater Society looked at Zhang Mengqian and Qing Chen in the room, and said with a smile: "I have an impression of this little boy. He has been in the pigeon cage for a year. He seems to be 12 years old when he came here, and he is 13 years old now. Is it? Although customers want people who are over 14 years old, but 13 years old should be able to get away with it. Needless to say, this big one is full of money."

A young man on the side said: "Yes, deal with him! What the **** made me squat at the door of the Black Swan all night last night, and I almost froze to death! When I woke up this morning, this kid had already disappeared It's gone! I'm mad!"

   As he said that, the people from the Blackwater Society walked into the house. The person in charge of the Blackwater Society looked at Qing Chen and said with a smile, "You may not know what will happen today."

  Qing Chen calmly shook his head: "It's not important."

   "Not important?" The person in charge of the Blackwater Society was puzzled.

   "The important thing is," Qing Chen pointed at Zhang Mengqian: "After he saw you, he came back to look for me."

  The young man from the Blackwater Society froze for a moment: "What the **** are you talking about?"

  …

  …

   "Don't you understand what I said?"

  Luo Wanya stood downstairs in the pigeon cage, looking at Zhang Qinghuan dumbfounded: "I said I'm going to shovel this Laoshizi Blackwater Society later, is there any problem?"

  Zhang Qinghuan had a toothache: "There are a lot of them. Besides, we just want to start a club like this. Don't we need to find some justification?"

  The president of the art club has never dared to compete with other clubs. Now that Luo Wanya and the others are here, they just said in the morning that the hostile force is the Blackwater Club, and they will handle it all at noon.

   Zhang Qinghuan is still a little uncomfortable with this fast-paced life...

  Before letting go, he should be taking a nap at the moment, and then go to the fourth district to spend some money in the evening.

  It's all right now, Zhang Qinghuan said he was going to take a nap, Luo Wanya said, why sleep for a long time during life, and sleep forever after death.

   Zhang Qinghuan can't fix it directly.

   "Even if we don't find a good reason, why don't we find some weapons? Is it really okay for everyone to use their bare hands?" Zhang Qinghuan asked.

   "You can't use firearms. We must be low-key and cautious in our initial actions."

  Zhang Qinghuan said sadly and indignantly: "You are not very cautious!"

Luo Wanya took a look at Zhang Qinghuan, straightened his clothes, and said seriously: "Now you are the big brother of the society, and we are all your little brothers in name, can you be a bit promising? The ruthless one who asked us to kill you before Where did my son go? Come on, be fierce!"

   "Why... how fierce?!" Zhang Qinghuan said, "Aw... ow?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qinghuan turned his head and saw Luo Wanya's gloomy face. There was no complex expression on that face, but the calm expression was extremely fierce.

  The eyes, the eyes changed, scared Zhang Qinghuan took several steps back.

"Too much nonsense is not oppressive. Only when a person doesn't speak and you need to guess what he is thinking is the worst." Luo Wanya sighed: "Forget it, we don't have so much time to Delay, you just have to play your role well later.”

  Parents will come here without legal status. If city management officials notice this kind of thing, they will definitely investigate it a little bit.

  There are also officials collecting members in the Blackwater Society. They don't care who is paying the money, but as long as it is an internal matter, it can be resolved internally.

   Therefore, everything must be done in the name of the art community.

   As he spoke, Zhang Qinghuan was pushed into the pigeon cage.

  He climbed up to the 40th floor out of breath, but Luo Wanya and the others seemed to be okay. Zhang Qinghuan was so envious that he just injected the cheapest genetic medicine, which was just F grade.

   Among the people brought by Luo Wanya, the lowest ones were all D-level. Before, a younger brother said that there were two C-levels. Later, Zhang Qinghuan discovered that Luo Wanya, the boss, brought four C-levels here...

  Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan finally calmed down a bit, didn't he just start the Blackwater Club...

  At the forty floors, Zhang Qinghuan saw the members of the Blackwater Society at a glance, and he froze on the spot.

  Luo Wanya nudged him with his elbow: "It's your turn to say the lines, so I'll teach you that line, don't forget me."

  Zhang Qinghuan came to his senses and shouted at the top of his throat, "Get them done for me!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Wanya rushed out with his family members. His huge figure crashed into the members of the Blackwater Society like a train, and he was knocked several meters away. Spitting out blood, he might not survive.

   Zhang Mengqian in the room was hiding behind Qing Chen in fear.

  There was a sudden noise outside.

  The members of the Blackwater Club looked back one after another, but before they could react, the whole situation was completely crushed.

  To be honest, Qing Chen and Luo Wanya have never paid attention to this kind of small society.

  In the entire No. 22 city, except for the association called Longwen, the rest are local chickens and dogs.

  Luo Wanya felt that this was a chance for him to make a move in front of the boss, but any ink stains would be a waste of opportunity.

  So, the members of the Blackwater Society... collapsed extremely quickly.

  The family members also acted extraordinarily bravely.

  The family members don’t know that the parents are in the house. They simply have endless energy every day, and they have no place to vent. Naturally, it is more ruthless to attack the evil forces at this moment.

  Luo Wanya stood in the messy corridor, staring at all the residents who were curiously poking their heads: "Go back if you look at anything."

  (end of this chapter)