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According to the set morphological parameters, Wen Qian also returned to his original appearance as a tall young man.

Appearance is no longer an inseparable attribute in life, but now it is just a tool for him to do things.

Back on the road, it didn't take long to walk.

It is about seven or eight minutes away from the Kumagaya Waste Collection Station.

The sound of police cars honking on the road rushed past the two men, bringing a strong gust of wind, and the vehicles on the road avoided the hurried police cars, and then cast puzzled glances.

An aunt selling rice balls on the side of the road said: "This situation looks like there is a big case!" ”

Yuki keenly spotted the direction in which the police car was going...... It seemed to be the alley where she and Mr. Wen had just left, and at first she was a little uncertain, but as the sound went away, she was gradually able to determine it.

She is sensitive to the road she has traveled, and if road idiots are an extreme, then she is the opposite direction.

"Shikigami-sama?" Yuki carried a waste newspaper and a can, and turned his head to look at Wen Qianyi. "You...... Did you do anything again? To those abominable scoundrels. ”

"I just gave you two choices."

Wen Qian also held up two fingers and said, "First, stab them with a dagger to make them understand the truth that the weak will also resist." Second, it's up to me to clean them as necessary. ”

This is said very bluntly, without a trace of concealment.

“……”

Yuki Ihara suddenly stood in place, she didn't know what to say.

"In the first lesson, choices lead to very different outcomes." Wen Qian also smiled slightly.

"I wish you were kidding me......"

"Maybe it's a joke."

Mimecho, where Makino Street is located, is close to the sea, and even in winter, it doesn't make people feel very cold, but Yuki has a faint chill in her heart, she only thinks it's nervous, but she doesn't know that it's actually a fear of the unknown.

The Kumagai Scrapyard sign is very old in paint, and many of the words are missing radicals.

It's still barely recognizable, though. Even if there is no sign, the residents of the neighborhood know where they should go to convert the waste into yen in their pockets.

This kind of business can only be done by certain forces, and ordinary people will never dare to set foot rashly.

The Sanban group is one of those forces.

"Kumagai Mecho, why did you have to catch Sister Ihara? Human trafficking is not the main area of our triban group, so it would be very bad for you if it was known to adults above the head of the hall! A man with a long face and a thong on his chin said cautiously.

His name is Honma, and he is Kumagai's right-hand man.

"It's better that you don't want to know." Xiong Gulie lowered his head and fiddled with the radio, and he said in a deep voice: "The things above are not something that a little miscellaneous fish like you can understand, keep your duty and do things seriously." ”

Honma grinned, "I'm just a little curious. ”

Kumagai put down the tools for repairing the radio, raised his head and said slowly, "It's news from Osaka." ”

"These poor sisters are far more valuable than you think. I can guess what's in your head, what they value most is not the woman baby between the legs, but their identity. ”

Honma didn't care.

"There are so many such poor people in Japan! What waves can they set off? One has no money, the other has no network, always acts as the lowest laborer, engages in the lowest occupation, and then, in the hope that the government and the law can give them a little breathing room, it really makes people laugh off their big teeth, and hope that the government is better than just die! lest you live to pollute the environment......"

He pointed to the simple tent surrounded by paper shells on the street outside the door, and said in a mocking tone: "Like this old crumb! ”

The old man living in a card-shell tent curled up, his eyes blankly looking at the passers-by, his lips chapped like rippling soil in the dry season, only looking down at a yellowed old photograph reawakened a hint of color in his eyes.

"Ouch! What is it? ”

Honma snatched the photo and shouted with an exaggerated expression.

"Give it back!!"

The old man was stunned at first, and then his aging body erupted with unimaginable power, and he only had pictures in his eyes, and stretched out his withered hands covered with dark spots, trying to snatch his treasure back.

Smack-

The sound of a lighter rubbing a flint.

Honma took a small step back, letting the old man lose his balance and fall to the ground, grinning and pinching the photograph before moving a little to the flame of the lighter.

Under the desperate gaze of the old man, the photo turned yellow and black little by little, and the burning flames danced.

The distance of half a meter is like a moat.

"Ah!!!h

The wail was full of despair and pain, and the old man's cloudy eyes slowly shed tears, and slowly, as the picture completely turned to ashes, his wail also turned into a low whimper in his throat.

The old man convulsed, allowing himself to cling to the cold ground. Although he is still alive, he no longer has the breath of a living person.

"Tut-tut, it's a pity. I thought it was a fireproof material. Honma said with a shrug.

Kumagai watched all of this and did not stop it.

He shouted, "Hey, stop playing. There will be a new batch of goods delivered here tomorrow, so you can take someone to sort out the warehouse first. ”

Honma saluted Kumagai crookedly, and said with a grin, "Right away, I'll look at it for a while-"

He had good eyesight, and saw a combination of a man and a woman approaching not far from the street.

"That's?"

Honma's mouth slowly opened and he was surprised: "Is that sister Yuki Ihara?" Then he looked at Kumagaya.

"Call in the man." Kumagai said in a deep voice.

"It's just two people......

Kumagai looked at Honma and said in a calm voice, "I'll ask you to call someone over." ”

Honma subconsciously shuddered, he had just gotten a little carried away, forgetting what a terrible existence the man in front of him was.

"Okay, okay, Lord Eye!"

"When I bring people in, you're coming out." Kumagai ordered.

Honma hurried back to the gate that entered the scrapyard.

Yuki Ihara gasped.

The road was three kilometers long, and with her physique to carry so many things, it was an extremely serious challenge. She never expected that these waste newspapers and cans would be so tightly compressed, and the weight far exceeded her estimates.

"Hoo ......"

She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

A group of female college students passed by, brightly dressed, talking excitedly with each other, not noticing Yuki's figure at all.

"Let's go to the movies~"

"No, I'm going to go to a beauty spa! To an all-night hot spring! ”

"There's a lesson tomorrow."

"School is a small thing, my boyfriend is still waiting for me, he recently bought a new car......"

Yuki Ihara showed a hint of envy in the depths of his eyes. Even an ordinary life is enough for her to yearn for, and Japan's cruel poverty rate of 16% is destined to become a pitiful worm that is secretly envied.

"Poverty and injustice are the living soil for change." Wen Qianyi had fine dust stuck to his hands, allowing the yellow sand to slip through his fingers.

"It's a great environment for experimentation."

"When will humanity become aware...... What about the existence of the capitalist cage? ”

Ryu Kumagai stood in front of the counter.

Laughing at Wen Qianyi and Yuki Ihara: "Welcome, welcome, are you two also here to sell scrap?" ”

When the two men walked in, the door was slowly shut.

Yuki Ihara was still carrying his things with his head down, not noticing the quiet change.

"She's your customer." Wen Qian also smiled. "And I'...... Prepare to recycle something. ”

(To be continued.) )