The dark-skinned man glanced at his phone, then frowned and cursed in a low voice: "If you don't succeed enough, you will fail more than you do."
"What's wrong?" The sick beauty tried to sit up.
She had a slender figure and seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. Her long hair was soft and black, but due to illness, she just hung it casually behind her back without taking care of it carefully.
"You're not in good health, so don't move around." The black-skinned man gently held her shoulders and asked her to lean back. He said softly, "It's a message from the dwarf. I want to ask you to give him a little more grace." , he promises to take the White Fire position and destroy the Red Organization from within.”
The sick beauty gently stroked the black-skinned man's hair and said in a weak tone: "Then give him some mercy... cough cough cough... we are easy to talk people."
The dark-skinned man showed Su Qingyu's photo to the sick beauty.
"He also sent a photo. We have met the people in the photo."
"It's her." The sick beauty closed her eyes tiredly, "I remember that she once said in public that she liked you, and there was a handsome man... ahem... it's such a pity that she couldn't be around... Let’s play games together.”
The dark-skinned man said helplessly: "If you take good care of your health, you will still have a chance in the future."
Yu Yongkang continued to send messages.
The beeping sound of the mobile phone is a bit harsh.
"Tell him to stop and give him another ten days." There was a slight smile on the corner of the sick beauty's lips. She liked to watch dogs bite dogs inside the red organization. "Just let them do it themselves." Let’s fight.”
"Okay." The dark-skinned man replied directly to the sick beauty's mobile phone.
The dark-skinned man and the sick beauty are called brother and sister, but in fact, they are not related by blood.
The dark-skinned man's father married the sickly beauty's mother, and the two families merged into one family, and they became brothers and sisters in name only.
Later, the mother killed the father and was sent to a mental hospital.
After the strange thing happened, the mother died in the mental hospital.
At this point, only the two of them are left to depend on each other.
the other side.
After Shen Sinian left Black Moon Street, he and Luo Zixuan went to the Red Organization and met Bai Huo. In the middle, he helped the Luo family negotiate a business deal with the Red Organization.
The three of them gathered for a while.
Shen Sinian had already seen the rumors on the Internet. He took a sip of the liquor, and then he gritted his teeth and said to Bai Huo: "Brother, those people are making excuses and scolding people too harshly. Do you want me to be more aggressive?" How many accounts can help you scold me?"
Bai Huo shook his head: "Those who are clean will be clean themselves."
Luo Zixuan pursed her lips and said with polite concern: "Take action when it's time to take action. Don't let them treat you as a soft persimmon."
"Thank you for your concern. Zhu Shanhai is investigating this matter for me. I believe that justice will prevail in people's hearts." Bai Huo's tone was very calm, as if he really didn't take this matter to heart.
Although words are sharp swords, they can't hurt him if he doesn't care.
As for the investigation of Daystar Group, Bai Huo did not tell Shen Sinian and others.
The three of them drank and talked happily.
After drinking for three rounds, Shen Sinian escorted Luo Zixuan home, and then returned to the hotel he rented on Black Moon Street.
In the hotel, Luo Yunuan wore an apron and prepared four dishes and one soup for Shen Sinian.
Shen Sinian saw Luo Yunuan with gentle eyes. He stepped forward to hold her hand, looked at her red fingertips, and said with some distress: "Didn't I tell you not to cook? Although Mingbi doesn't It’s more than enough to buy some food.”
Luo Yunuan felt warm in her heart, and she said, "You take me in, give me a safe place to live, and I will help you cook, that's what you should do."
The two are now living together as roommates.
More than friends, not enough lovers.
Shen Sinian didn't make it clear, and Luo Yunuan didn't have the courage to confirm the relationship.
The two of them spent their time in ambiguity.
The lights inside Black Moon Street cannot illuminate the outside of Black Moon Street.
Outside Black Moon Street, the Red Organization will come to provide porridge at a fixed time, with a frequency of once every three months. The recipients of porridge are limited to those who are in good health and have a high probability of survival.
The long queue has no end in sight.
It was raining and cold, and there was already a chill in the wind. The people in the red organization were more patient. They stood in front of the big pot and made porridge for the homeless people lining up one by one.
The porridge is very thin, and you can count the few white rice grains floating in it.
In order to prevent chaos and looting, other people from the red organization came to maintain order. They held swords and guns and would strictly deal with those who tried to jump in line.
When Su Qingyu left Black Moon Street, she heard a crazy old lady squatting by the wall and cursing. She had lost a hand and was dying. She looked a little crazy and muttered: "No porridge... No porridge... Hurry up. You can’t waste porridge…”
This old lady was in good spirits yesterday and her hands and feet were neat. But one of her hands was secretly cut off and sold at night, and she screamed all night. Today she went crazy.
A neatly dressed and radiant reporter is interviewing the refugees. Behind her is a strange person with a black camera on his head. As long as he is willing to comply with her request and accept her interview, he can get a handful of millet.
The reporter was popular and surrounded by a group of homeless people.
A child nervously carried a note next to him, and then recited to the camera: "After the arrival of Weird, I feel that life is more colorful than before. Weird, like human beings, has its own thoughts and emotions, and we need to respect them.
This world is not only ours, but also theirs. I like the life where weirdness and humans coexist, and I hope to get close to them, understand them, and then become them. "
The refugees being interviewed cannot remember a word wrong, otherwise they will be eaten by the camera.
They stood in line, spoke against their will for food rations.
If the warehouse is solid, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.
Su Qingyu lamented that people who are about to starve to death cannot be asked to follow morality.
Near Black Moon Street, because there are no copies coming, there will always be survivors who come here to visit.
The survivors regard this place as the Garden of Eden.
After arriving here, I discovered that you need a ticket to enter the Garden of Eden.
So, they wandered around Black Moon Street, making a living among the humans and weirdos coming in and out.
Over time, slums formed here.
It's a mess here, but there is a way to survive.
It's dangerous here, but safer than a copy.
People call this "outer street".
People on the street would sit together and talk about their own sufferings when they had time.
Some people cried and complained that the home they had paid off the mortgage for 30 years was a replica. They escaped from a narrow escape and were left alone. From then on, they had no home to return to.
Some people are already disabled. They figure that they can't survive anyway, so they might as well sell themselves to Weird. Selling them alive is more expensive than selling them dead, and exchange them for some ghost coins so that their children can survive.
A few days ago, the child would howl because of hunger, but these days he can't even cry and is curled up on the bed like a kitten.
When women with better looks see a decent man coming out of Black Moon Street, they will surround him and try to sell themselves out.
There are also young, handsome men who do this, and these men not only market themselves to women, but they also market themselves to men.
Appearance has no strength bonus and will become a commodity.
It doesn’t matter if you are male or female.
People here cannot be called life, they can only be called survival.
As soon as Su Qingyu walked out, she was surrounded by refugees.
"Miss, do you need a horse?" A tall man came out. He was strong and silent. "It's cheaper than a weird taxi."
Wuxin was behind her, and the man didn't dare to get too close. He just stood on the path that Su Qingyu must pass.
