After telling the story, the iron asked me for another cigarette. I lit it up for him, and then patted him on the shoulder: "Iron block, this nickname is very vivid, and I will call you that in the future." ”

He didn't speak, and I continued: "If you weren't in the army for the past few years, maybe you would have been able to deal with this matter better. You have more than one shot. Of course, we don't like it, but we have to get used to it. People's hearts have changed. I sighed as well.

lit a cigarette and continued: "In the past, you were called righteous and courageous, but now this is called meddling. Right and wrong are not what we say, brother. After saying this, I subconsciously glanced at the iron. When I said my brother, his body suddenly shook, and he looked at me with a serious expression. Then suddenly he burst out laughing. He laughed loudly, echoing through the empty campus, and the whole person seemed to spit out a turbid breath. He stretched out his big hand and patted me: "I'll come to drink your wine next month." After saying that, he turned around and left.

I rubbed my shoulders behind him and shouted, "Next month 18, come early." He quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Thinking around, I picked up the phone and called Mousse. The typhoon hadn't passed yet, and it took a few phone calls to get through: "Hey, Mousse, it's me." Did you receive the money? ”

"Haha, I received the boss... "Mousse's voice came from the microphone, and he seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't be able to hear clearly, so he was very loud.

"Do me a favor, I want to know where Black Snake's underground boxing arena is now? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll see, and I'll mention any money, isn't this just a gesture haha. Who made us friends? Mousse always seemed to be happy, and I remembered his face when he sat on the floor.

I didn't speak, just waited for him to hear back from me. Soon Mousse's voice came from the phone: "No. 613 Tianquan Street, it turned out to be an underground shopping mall, what is interesting this time?"

"Thank you. I didn't answer him, hung up the phone, put on a raincoat and went out. Fortunately, my municipal maintenance vehicle has not been sold yet, so I don't have to walk there. There were no cars on the road, and most of the traffic lights were broken. I drove at a high speed all the way, and soon came to Tianquan Road. I couldn't make out the house number in the car, so I struggled to push the door.

The wind was a little lighter than last night, but it was still struggling. I had to hold on to the building next to me. The raincoat basically didn't work, and soon my rain boots were full of water. My mind seemed to be a little wooden, and I kept shaking the droplets of water from my hair. Maybe that's what it feels like to have your head in water.

Black Snake Boxing Stadium is a place to fight black boxing. Similar to the casino, some people like bloody violence, there are many people gathered here almost every night, the dealer boxer accepts the challenge, the audience can bet on winning or losing, and naturally there are people on the stage to challenge the dealer boxer, the bonus is very rich, and there are many people who are not afraid of death.

Ignoring the rules and not dying, so almost every night someone dies in the ring, and the blood stimulates everyone on the scene, and people go crazy and shout all night, like hell.

Rumors about it, mostly bloody. There is also a lot of speculation about the identity of the dealer, but no one knows what the truth is. The darker the place in this world, the more secrets there are, and people are not willing to risk their lives for the sake of after-dinner conversations.

Two hours later, I was standing at the door of 613 Tianquan Road. It turned out to be an underground mall, and the advertisements at the entrance were dilapidated and still hanging there. The fence door was closed, and it was not locked, so I pulled open the door and pushed open the glass door inside, and the steps went down, and the inside seemed to be broken, even though it was still dark during the day.

It was too stormy outside, and a lot of water poured in, and the steps were very wet, and it was only at the bottom that the flat ground began to appear, and there was already a layer of stagnant water. I should have thought that there wouldn't be any business here in such a ghostly weather.

I leaned against the damp wall and sighed, the cigarette in my pocket was already soaking wet, I took one out, pulled out the tobacco, put it in my mouth and chewed it, felt a lot better, and then spit it out. It's been a flustering thing I haven't seen in a long time, and I'm a little resentful of myself.

In fact, as a killer sanity always seems to come first. But why the hell am I flustered? I went up the stairs again into the wind and rain, and the rain was still falling tirelessly, and I was a little sobered up by splitting my head and covering my face, and before I could find the iron, I should in fact confirm something.