Chapter 12: The Patrolman

"It's still a fucking morning!"

The rude voice resounded in the garbage dump in the slum area of Nanli Town, and the wild cats and wild dogs who were woken up immediately threw vicious glances at the maker of the sound, if it was night, then it was definitely not a good thing to be targeted by hundreds of wild and hard-to-find cats and dogs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now during the day, the garbage in the rich area has not been dumped into the garbage dump, and it is time for these cats and dogs to rest, and only at night is their time to feed, and if they waste their energy here to find this nuisance, then they are likely to lose the battle for food at night, and the result may become a corpse in the ditch, or food for other creatures living together in the slums.

Despite the growing brazenness of the maker of the sound, it went unpunished. Because this is a slum with no one to govern.

The old drunkard was still looking for leftovers from the rich district in the garbage heap, but apparently the foragers in the night would not give him a chance, and the old drunkard's scolding became more and more filthy and unscrupulous.

He didn't worry about the mountain-like shrews who chased and killed the tiger yesterday, those working slum residents must go out to work early, otherwise the owner may change at any time, and here, there is no shortage of labor at the bottom.

"Huh?"

Approaching the boundary between the ghetto and the rich, a wall that straddles the town of Nanli, the old drunkard discovers a delicate prey. It's a miracle that there are such good things in a place where birds don't! The old drunkard hurriedly walked up, but his expression froze. Because what he found were two delicate ...... Child.

The older one looked like he was about twelve or thirteen years old, and the younger one was only about three years old, but the old drunk didn't look like he had been deceived by his appearance, and only he knew why.

"Hey, you can't eat it!"

The old drunken man spat a mouthful, but out of humanitarianism, he still restrained his ruffian temperament and did not spit at the two little ghosts. He flew away, as if he were running away from the plague.

In this era when even their own lives are difficult, there are very few people who want the old drunk to adopt Teng Yuhu, well, although the reality is more like a frustrated old rich man squeezing the last bit of value from his loyal servant, but the real reason why the old drunk refuses to help these two poor little stray dogs is their breath - and, their appearance.

There was a strong smell of decay and a faint smell of corpses on the bodies of these two people, although the wounds on the bodies of some people in the slums would become like rotting flesh when they were severely suppurated and there was no money to treat them, but such a strong smell was obviously not the case.

The point is that under the ill-fitting clothes, under the legs of the older children, there is a pair of cat feet stained with dark red, and under the cat's feet, the black lines reflected under the skin have begun to affect the white fluff on the cat's feet, showing a strange dark gray pattern, intertwined between the white fluff.

On the face of the younger child, a huge shell similar to a bird's beak has grown, covering half of his face, and around the beak of the bird, there are also some fine gray fluffs, and under the skin around the fluff, the reticulated capillaries are all pale black, which looks like people feel chills and nausea.

From the ominous aura that emanated from these two people, the old drunkard said that there would be no overflow of sympathy, not to mention that sympathy was thrown by him to the hungry dogs when he moved to the slums of Nanli Town, a place similar to the tribe of the slave era.

"I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out......"

The old drunkard broke his ways.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and from the other end of the wall came the sound of neat footsteps, and the sound of soldiers clashing, it felt like the sound of fingernails scraping on a board, maybe not similar, but it was all annoying and maddening.

Patrolmen!

Through a hole in the wall, the old drunkard leaned down to see their costumes. In addition to eating and visiting the kiln, this group of guys can also patrol? Either the sun has risen in the west......

The old drunk looked at the sky, well, sure enough, even God didn't help these grandsons. Then there is only one possibility for this group of grandsons who are eating and waiting for death to be so positioned, and that is that something terrible has appeared.

Woohoo!

A black figure jumped over the door of the old drunkard's face, and if it weren't for his useless waist with a sword, I am afraid that the foul-smelling old dog would have jumped to his face from the dog hole he was watching.

"I swear that if I eat dog meat one day, I'll make you disappear from the slums! Cubs! ”

The old drunk scolded. But after this incident, his chaotic mind suddenly thought of something, looking at the two children who were sickly and unconscious, but the older child always used his not too broad arms to protect the younger child, and the old drunkard made a big trumpet, grabbed the two little cubs and ran back.

"Grass, just like Lao Tzu's brain! Why did Lao Tzu meet you two at this time? It's really not suitable to travel, next time you must take a look at the yellow calendar, damn! But Lao Tzu is not a good person, Lao Tzu is just to avoid being caught by those grandsons in prison and eating whips, let's cheapen you two! But you can't eat rice! Gotta make up for me for ten or eight years......

With the old drunken man's scolding, the figures of one large, two small and three people disappeared into the corner of the separation wall, and also avoided this special patrol team newly organized by the various bigwigs of the Nanli Town Business Alliance. The patrol has only one goal, and that is to capture the ogres that have recently appeared in the town.

And the supreme commander of this team is none other than the hunters stationed in Nanli Town, Wang Zhong and Liu Jiang.

Su Bai woke up from a coma, and subconsciously grabbed his hand to his side before he opened his eyes, but he grabbed it empty. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the weakness and pain in his body made his muscles tense to the point of leaving a cold sweat. But he still looked around, looking for his only brother, the Crow.

"Don't worry, little one, your little crow is sleeping just right......"

A lazy, drunken rough voice rang in Su Bai's ears. Only then did Su Bai realize where he was.

The dimly lit room, the fragile candlelight of a firefly, seems to be able to be blown out by breath. Su Bai looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a tall shadow walking over, at least in Su Bai's opinion. Due to the problem of light, Su Bai couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the heavy pupil tiger eyes that exuded a white halo in the darkness could see the shadow of this person and the blood-colored aura on this person's body that did not symbolize killing intent and malice, which made Su Bai let down a lot of vigilance.

However, this person who exuded a shoddy alcohol smell that was so strong that it made people vomit came over and kicked Su Bai out of bed directly.

"The sick leave is over, cub, are you okay now? If you have nothing to do, you can do the work for Lao Tzu, there is still a lot of work waiting for you to do! ”

The man picked up Su Bai indiscriminately, and his arm strength was amazing, making Su Bai unable to believe that this bad old man had such arm strength. Yes, for a moment, Su Bai saw this person's appearance clearly, the sloppy beard and unwashed hair that had not been washed for many years, made Su Bai judge that this person was probably over fifty or sixty years old.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he was thrown into a room full of filth, and what awaited him was a broom and a large bucket of muddy water.

Su Bai looked at the corner of the room just now, and the little crow's face was still wearing a black beak like a mask, and the little guy was sleeping peacefully, without the bitterness of the previous days.

On the other hand, Su Bai moved his legs, and the cat's feet under his legs were well wrapped in strips of rags, and they looked just a little slender.

Anyway, judging from the current situation, it was this person who saved himself and the witch crow, and now it seems that this person decided to treat himself as a coolie, judging from his kick that made Su Bai almost want to vomit, it was a hard stubble, Su Bai had no certainty of escaping, not to mention that this place was much better than the outside, at least there was a place where the witch crow could recuperate.

So Su Bai temporarily acquiesced to the identity of this coolie, but this master seems to have a good temper......

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