Landmarks North America.

On an ordinary street, people come and go, traffic is busy, and the autumn wind sweeps away the dust and leaves, making this season a little more desolate.

A brown-haired man with a briefcase in his hand, wearing a straight suit, looked like a gentleman, and he quickly pulled out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, because the movement was so big, that he fell on the sidewalk with a silver shiny coin.

Countless leather shoes kicked it around, causing it to fall down the small steps of the sidewalk, rolling at a trot, and falling impartially into the rusty sewer fence across the road.

The sun shone into the dark, damp sewers, and the foul-smelling filth poured in from the unknown drains, and the murky water mixed with a hint of blood red churned deep into the sewers.

There was a dull sound from the depths of the dark passage, which was the reverberation of sewage falling into the deep pool and in the drainage hole, like a man-eating demon, reaping the sins of the mortal world with teeth and claws.

In the wide and filthy drainage channel, a young man covered in blood lay on his side, and if it weren't for that faint breathing, it would have looked like a dead corpse to others.

His clothes were no longer visible, and his body was covered in foul-smelling mud and slippery moss.

The jet-black hair was stuck together in the mud and drifted along the sewage, like aquatic weeds.

Three or two rats crawled on top of him, their sharp teeth tearing at his clothes hard, and looking around, this was the case.

The gnawed heads, the loss of eyeballs in this place is like a football game, the meat pits have been turned out and whitened, look closely, there are still grains of milky white on the carrion, they twist their bodies, for fear of missing a trace of nutrition.

Looting, bacteria, clutter, multiplication, filth, ugliness, all are released here, this is like a mirror, a "holy place" that is ignored by everyone.

North America's sewers are like water burial grounds, home to countless unpaid workers who can both feed and clean up the city.

Survival of the fittest, this is a cannibalistic city.

The rich and powerful, wearing suits and leather shoes, pushing cups and changing lamps, fiddling with the poor between applause.

The boy frowned suddenly, and then moved his whitened fingers, which had been soaked in white, which should have been bitten by a mouse, and the painful stimulation woke him up.

He turned over with difficulty, propped himself up with his hands, and looked up with great effort.

His face was so muddy that he had to close his eyes again, and crawl out of the filthy stream with the only touch he had.

The water was so slippery that he stumbled and fell the mossy concrete floor as he got up, and the stinging pain in his jaw relieved him for a while.

He gritted his teeth, and with his strong will, relying on the only remaining touch, he finally touched the wall of the passage, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly got up, and leaned there gasping for air.

He raised his hand to wipe the mud from his face, brushed the dirty hair that covered his eyes and brushed it on his scalp, and after a short rest, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

As far as his eyes came, there were rotting corpses, a foul smell coming to his face, flies flying, and rats swarming, not afraid of him at all, which made his heart sink in his heart.

But when he saw a ray of sunlight shining through the drain, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up an arc.

He looked at his injuries, and all he felt was pain, there were still a lot of blood stains on his clothes, and his calves were already bloody and white, washed by the sewer sewage.

As for why he was here, even he had to shake his head, such a life was not what he had in mind.

A year ago, he came here from Huaxia and started to do a few good jobs, but they were all waiters and the like.

As for why he became like this, it was entirely because he accidentally knocked over ketchup and sprinkled it on a well-dressed gentleman during a serving of dishes, and it was because of this that he was fired, and the whole city stopped accepting his application.

After that, he became a thief and a repeat offender, and he is also famous in this city, rumored to be because he is not as good as a person, and every time he steals, he will be caught.

This is not the first time he has been beaten, he doesn't remember how many times he was caught, how many times he was beaten, only that he remembered that it had been nearly a year since he was in a daze.

But this time, the injury was more serious, he didn't recover just now, and now after he recovered, the biting pain made him gasp, presumably because he was already cracked.

He struggled to get up, limped to the drain, and looked at the street outside at the mouth of the sewer, knowing that this was close to the edge of the city, and there was an ice factory nearby, and the water discharged from the sewer was much cleaner than here.

He hobbled against the wall of the passage, glanced back at the sunlight, and then turned into another passage.

The dark and dark passage, with no fingers in sight, can only move forward with touch and feeling, in this closed pipe, you can only listen to unknown sounds, and you don't know whether it is mud or corpses under your feet, which is absolutely devastating.

His feet were covered with dirt, his hands were covered with moss, and with his memory, he finally heard the sound of rushing water in the distance of the passage.

Looking for the sound, Nie Chuan turned two more passages, and the light came immediately, and the temperature instantly dropped a few points.

Nie Chuan walked down the passage, where was the center of the pipe, the space connecting the four pipes, and above his head, was the sewer mouth behind the ice factory, and the light shone in from here.

The water flow that is not particularly clean falls turbulently, and the ground below is particularly clean, but the water feels very cold to the touch, which is the ice water flowing out of the ice grinding tools in the ice factory, and it will definitely not be good to wash it with ice water in this weather.

Nie Chuan didn't talk nonsense, he directly took off all his clothes, and stood under the biting water to rinse.

Nie Chuan was covered with scars, the old wounds had been scarred, but the new injuries had turned white and turned into dead flesh, and his whole body was either bruised or wounded, but it was much better than the wounds on his legs.

If this injury is left in the hospital, it will cost one or two hundred dollars, and Nie Chuan only has thirty yuan on him, so he can only buy some medicine and some bandages.

The mud and moss that Nie Chuan washed down from his body mixed into a stream of dirty water and flowed into the passage.

The biting cold made Nie Chuan get goosebumps, looking at the dirty clothes, Nie Chuan couldn't help but rub them too, except for the blood stains that couldn't be washed away, the mud was washed very clean.

"Ahh

"You pervert!