On the street, although it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are always a few diligent shops opening shops, and the door of the long-lasting steamed bun shop is full of customers, which is very lively. www.biquge.info Xiao Lan bought two buns with the money from the front, and there was no money left, and then she and Lin Daidi ate one by one, and sat down on the ground not far from the bun shop.

The bun in his hand was hot, soft to hold, and enthusiastic, it was a freshly baked bun, and after walking a long way, Lin Daidi, who should have been hungry and crazy, did not eat it immediately, but held it in a daze.

She didn't expect her sister to kill someone, she was still haunted by what she witnessed, and she didn't understand that her sister, who had taught her not to beg and to be dignified, actually accepted alms from others.

Lin Daidi didn't understand that her sister had brought herself out, but she had killed someone, and such a sister made her unprecedentedly strange...... A lot of things lingered in her mind, and she had to think. It's not just that she is keenly aware of Xiao Lan's existence, but more importantly, the ambivalence of everything that exists now is incredible.

They have been locked up for so long, and now they have escaped, they used to eat "pig food", but now they have buns to eat, white and big buns, so that she doesn't know any bite for a while, for fear that there will be no bite left, and the result is just a dream.

The imprisoned person suddenly gained freedom, and the first time he was naturally stunned, this emotion Xiao Lan can understand, but Xiao Lan does not.

To be precise, Xiao Lan has only been imprisoned for two or three months, while Lin Daidi has been imprisoned and enslaved for more than half a year, and now she has come out all of a sudden, unable to handle her emotions, which is also understandable.

Xiao Lan knew that Lin Daidi would handle it herself, so she wouldn't get too involved, and the top priority was how to keep their next meal, as well as the follow-up of her murder.

She killed someone, and Xiao Lan also knew that she didn't feel it at all, it was impossible, but it was also a last resort.

If she can really get out smoothly, she will definitely not kill anyone, and it is inevitable to kill people in order to go out and get the key. To get the key, you have to subdue the guards, and there is no certainty about stunning her with one move, and the other party will fight back if she is disabled, so she can only kill with one move. With the doctor's knowledge, Xiao Lan is still a little sure of accurately cutting the artery, and the dumbness is only an addition.

She is Meng Po, not like when she completed the task at the beginning, she casually killed people, especially those like this. She kills, and there will be condemnation in her heart, and the only thing she can convince herself of is "system simulation".

From killing people without care, to selective hands-not doing, to conscience condemnation, it's a process of change. She herself can't carry out random slaughter under the pretext of helping someone. She has the ability, but she chooses not to kill as much as possible, because this is her bottom line, Meng Po's work ethic.

Time had almost passed, and after the two of them finished eating the buns, Xiao Lan also roughly thought about the next plan.

She now knows nothing about this mission world, and she needs to gather information, just like in a factory, observe, understand, find a breakthrough, and then escape. Now it is the same, she must wander the city of Shanghai, understand the city, understand the current trend of the times, and have a preliminary orientation for all things and things. The best way to get information is to wander, or beg.

This is the idea that naturally popped into Xiao Lan's mind from the charity she received from others just now. The good thing about begging is mobility, freedom, and now that she's killed someone, she doesn't know what the follow-up will be.

Will the boss of the factory report the crime? Will she be wanted? Xiao Lan does not know, she is completely ignorant of the current judicial system. Even if there is a preliminary positioning in Lin Zhaodi's mind, Xiao Lan will not believe it all.

After Lin Daidi finished eating the buns, she licked her fingers unsatisfied, and after burping, she turned her head and asked Xiao Lan, "Sister, what should we do next?"

"Begging. Xiao Lan used a vulgar word to summarize her next plan.

Lin Daidi tasted the benefits of "begging", and she could get steamed buns to eat without much effort, and all the previous discomforts and sorrows dissipated because of a bun. The feeling of insecurity, the feeling of being unreal, also, becomes real with the belly of the bun......

The humid and cold breath of winter, there are always a few song halls in Shanghai at night, and the first day of the Lunar New Year is even more lively, but it is even more lively, the receptionist at the door, greets the guests who get off from the car and rickshaw, and there is a faint flow of enchanting singing on the opposite side of a song and dance hall.

Xiao Lan didn't have much courage to dare to stay at the door of the dance hall, which was a place of pleasure for the upper class, they couldn't get close to begging, and the doglegs would be happy to "behave" in front of the guests, so they could only watch from a short distance, occasionally a few people couldn't walk by, drunk and dizzy, waiting for the rickshaw here, and they would also give them a little charity.

She is not the only one here who comes to beg, the visual observation of the beggars is also very sensitive, and they naturally know where there is money to be made, so they all gather in piles, just where Xiao Lan is, there are many people here with broken bowls to beg, and as soon as the nobles who came out of the dance hall approached, they rushed up. If they dare to rush up, they also look at people, and they don't have the courage to approach those who don't look easy to mess with.

In addition to beggars wandering back and forth at this junction, trying to get oil and water, it is also a gathering place for rickshaw drivers. However, because it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, many rickshaw drivers have already gone home for the New Year, which is less than half of usual. There are less than half, but there are more customers, and the rickshaw drivers have almost no time to wait for customers, and most of them are called away by the guests without setting a drink of saliva.

In addition to the song and dance hall, there is also a large Western-style restaurant diagonally opposite, where it is also the peak of the traffic at night, Xiao Lan looked at the people coming and going, even if she didn't go up, she begged like other beggars, just standing in a conspicuous place, she harvested half a bowl of money, there were banknotes, there were coins, all of them were currencies that had never been seen before, at least there was no trace in Lin Zhaodi's mind.

Lin Zhaodi and Lin Daidi were originally rural girls in the mainland, and they are also remote areas, rural areas, patriarchal, and there will be no chance to see money, let alone the market. Xiao Lan's comparison between her memory and the present is simply two worlds.

The cold was heavier at night, they hid in the corner to block the wind, the two snuggled together because of the cold, and Lin Daidi was already asleep.

It was midnight, and there was no sign of any decrease in the number of guests here, the rickshaw driver came back and was called out again, the song in the dance hall was not the same, and the oily man walked out of the restaurant, patted his shoulder, said goodbye to his friends, and called a rickshaw to leave.

Most of the women wear sexy cheongsams, small mink furs, some with big hats, and their faces are half-covered, which is very seductive. Men's clothing is both Chinese and Western, most of them are handsome and charming, and they are polite to women.

This is one of the bustling business districts in Shanghai, and it is the real Shanghai, which only belongs to the upper class and pursues hedonism.