After eating, Pan Xiaoxian said goodbye to the three cheap passengers and went to the station to wait for the bus alone, and after a while, a bus slowly stopped, and the electric door opened with a "bang", Pan Xiaoxian just raised his legs, but the bus driver recognized him at a glance. (8) (1) Ω Chinese network

"! Touch the porcelain in a new pose! Coincidentally, he ran into the bus driver who sent him back that night, and this guy didn't hesitate to close the door and kick the floor oil, and the bus drove out of the sports car......

"Nima ......" Pan Xiaoxian was messy in the wind, and he could only continue to wait for the next one sadly.

Take the next bus Pan Xiaoxian came to the other end of the city, which is also near the B area; The base of the mountain city is prosperous, and this is like the back of the prosperity, compared with the bright lights and neon flashing cities, the main tone here is gray, poverty, backwardness, and desertion are like a group of ragged refugees living in the ruins.

The official name of the place is "Golden Street", because 50 years ago it was the most prosperous area of the mountain city base, but 50 years later it is a slum.

Pan Xiaoxian's home is here, and the bus only goes to the intersection of Jin Street, not deep. Pan Xiaoxian could only walk in on foot, and there were still three kilometers from the street entrance to his house, but he was already used to it, and he could just exercise by the way.

It's just that this time is different from the past, Pan Xiaoxian dragged his heavy steps, as if walking on the cracked asphalt road step by step, this road is really long......

However, he did not feel depressed by this, on the contrary, he tried to pull a smile and greet his neighbors on the side of the road from time to time.

In the past, with Pan Xiaoxian's neat mouth, uncles and aunts shouted all the way over, and his popularity was very good.

But now Pan Xiaoxian can only raise his hand with difficulty, waving his hand all the way, and the sound of tooth-sore joint friction from the shoulder joint has not stopped.

"Brother Xiao Xian is back! Brother Xiao Xian is back! A group of children gathered around, dressed in clothes that had been changed from adult clothes, and trampled on the stagnant water on the ground with their bare feet. Children grow up fast, and those who are in difficulty at home are reluctant to buy them suitable shoes to wear.

Pan Xiaoxian's family situation was much better than them when he was a child, he usually wore shoes, and only went barefoot when he played football.

Smiling, he took out a handful of colorful candies from his pocket, which is the cheapest fruit candy, which doesn't cost much, but can make every child have a happy smile on his face.

When Pan Xiaoxian went out to school, the neighbors helped his family a lot, so Pan Xiaoxian would give back as much as he could.

The children ran away happily when they got the candy, and Pan Xiaoxian continued to stagger forward until he stopped when he saw the door of the house.

He saw his father, Pan Laoshi, who was sitting on a pony and repairing shoes at the door of his house.

Pan Laoshi is just in his early forties this year, but his difficult life has already tormented him with wrinkles and gray hair, and he looks like an old man in his fifties. He was wearing a patched ragged denim overalls, an apron around his neck, and he was using his calloused hands to penetrate the thick brim of his shoes with an awl, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped down, and he couldn't even free his hands to help him.

Pan Xiaoxian's nose was sour, but there were no tears, it was very difficult for him to laugh now, and it was even more difficult to cry.

At this time, suddenly a curly-haired young man ran over and grabbed Pan Laoshi's apron and pulled it hard!

The strap of the apron was pulled off, and the apron fell into the hands of the curly-haired young man, the curly-haired young man jumped to the side and reached into the belly pocket of the apron, and took out a handful of colorful change, which was Pan Laoshi's income for a day, and the curly-haired young man spit on the ground with a thick phlegm: "That's all the paralysis?" It's not enough for Lao Tzu to make a shot! ”

Pan reacted honestly and shouted anxiously: "Money!" My money! ”

"Haha! What your money, this is my money! The curly-haired young man flung his apron around like a flag without fear: "If you have the ability, you will arrest me!" ”

"Give it back!" Pan honestly struggled to his feet, and staggered towards the curly-haired young man, but he ran very slowly, and the ground was obviously flat, but it was a deep foot and a shallow foot, as if there was something wrong with his legs.

"Haha! Come on! Catch me! The curly-haired young man ran backwards, waving his apron as if he were a matador.

The surrounding neighbors dared to be angry when they saw someone, obviously they all knew this curly-haired young man, and they were all afraid of this curly-haired young man.

"Stop! Give me back! Pan Laoshi ran and suddenly stepped into the crack of the cracked asphalt road, and immediately fell to the ground.

One of his feet was knee-high stuck in the crack, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be a man-made prosthetic leg, and it was a very primitive kind of prosthetic leg, with blood on the interface of the prosthetic leg, and there were dried black blood stains.

"Stop......" Pan Laoshi, who only had one leg, was lying on the ground and still desperately crawling towards the curly-haired young man, his broken leg was blurred with blood, leaving drops of blood on the ground.

"Haha! I don't understand why each of you likes to shout and stop! Do you think that if you shout to stop, I will stop? The curly-haired young man laughed arrogantly, looked down at Pan Laoshi playfully, and walked backwards.

Suddenly, a cold and powerful big hand grabbed the back of his neck, and the curly-haired young man was taken aback, and then without hesitation, he pulled out a knife and stabbed it behind him!

This is a slum, for example, fights are commonplace where you can't see them at all, and the convenience of being close to Area C also makes it a warm ground for gangster exhibitions, and there are more hooligans than good people.

The curly-haired young man is a ruffian, and he is usually very ruthless in fights, and he has hooked up with a gang in Area C, and he is considered a supernumerary, and he can go to Area C at any time to become a regular. So the neighbors were afraid of him, and he became more and more arrogant.

He also thought about it, and just went to District C if he was stabbed to death, anyway, Lao Tzu is a black household, and he is not afraid to wear shoes barefoot!

How do you know that after he stabbed the knife out, he obviously stabbed it, and he also stabbed it in, but the people behind him didn't react at all.

What's the situation? The curly-haired young man was a little confused, and then he felt his wrist grasped by a large, cold and powerful hand.

This hand is really cold, and the thief pulls hard, like a vice...... The curly-haired young man subconsciously struggled but couldn't break free, and when he wanted to earn again, the big hand was hard to shake, and with a "click", this wrist was not only broken, but it was pinched into a ball of meat sauce!

"Ahh

"Let go of me!" The curly-haired young man yelled inwardly: "I know the big brother of the Axe Gang in Area C!" I'm looking for someone to hack you to death! ”

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound that answered him, his bones shattered, and the ankles of the curly-haired young man were also pinched into a ball of meat sauce!

"Big brother! Big brother, I was wrong! Spare me......" The curly-haired young man couldn't stand it anymore, he cried and begged for mercy, because the people behind him were so terrible, and in the silence, he scrapped his arms and legs one after another, and this kind of injury was far greater psychologically than **.

But the person behind him didn't say anything, and the big hand grabbed his other wrist again, and the curly-haired young man subconsciously shook desperately to dodge.

Nima ...... Pan Xiaoxian was also drunk, although he now had amazing strength, he had lost his flexibility, and he couldn't hold the curly-haired young man's hand for a while.

But it doesn't matter, Pan Xiaoxian's hand is on the shoulder of the curly-haired young man, "click", it is okay to crush it directly from the shoulder.

"Ahh Help......" The curly-haired young man cried out in tears of pain.

But as in the case just now, no one dared to stand up and stop it. The difference is that no one dared to stop it before, but now no one wants to stop it.

Pan Xiaoxian felt that it was too difficult to bend down and crush the curly-haired young man's other foot, so he pulled out the knife inserted in his stomach and stabbed it into the root of the curly-haired young man's thigh, which could be regarded as scrapping the curly-haired young man's limbs, and then Pan Xiaoxian snatched his father's apron and threw the curly-haired young man on the ground like a rag doll.

It is easy to kill someone, but Pan Xiaoxian has a family and a family and a family

The limbs of the wasted man are not a big problem, in the slums, the people have always been the people do not raise officials and do not hold them accountable, the curly-haired young man is such a black household, who will sue for him?

Besides, the curly-haired young man has a bad record and is suspected of rape many times, if it weren't for the fact that no one was willing to stand up and testify against him, he would have gone to jail a long time ago. And he is also involved in the gangsters in Area C, how dare such a person call the police?

The neighbors all looked at Pan Xiaoxian with cringe, this cruel murderer, or the optimistic Sao Nian they knew who always smiled no matter what happened?

It is true that Pan Xiaoxian did what they wanted to do but did not dare to do, but it made the neighbors full of fear of him.

He didn't care about this Pan Xiaoxian, in the past, he really felt that the relationship between neighbors and neighbors was as good as his relatives, but when he just saw that everyone was wise to protect himself, Pan Xiaoxian knew that he was actually too naïve before.

The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, yes, it is okay for everyone to do a small favor in ordinary life, for example, if your family has no food to eat, come to my house to make do with a meal, and your family has something to do with putting the child in my house for a day, these are no problem, but when it comes to things that are dangerous or harmful to their own interests, the neighbors are just irrelevant outsiders after all, who will fight hard for you and the gangsters?

Pan Xiaoxian, who was in a heavy mood, dragged even heavier steps, and walked step by step towards his father lying on the ground, which was his real relative.

"Ahhh Help......" The curly-haired young man was lying on the ground struggling, but he had two broken hands and one foot, and the only remaining leg was still bleeding with a knife, and he couldn't get up no matter how he struggled, he cried and begged for help from the neighbors who were watching around, he was actually a child born here. (8) (1)

"Phew! Beasts, you also have today! ”

"Curly hair, you brute, you deserve to hit the street!"

"Save you? Curly hair, have you forgotten that Lao Tzu's leg was lame by you! ”

"Our house was burned down by you, and it's good if I don't burn you to death!"

The neighbors saw that Pan Xiaoxian was gone, and Curly Hair was at the end of the road and became a waste, and suddenly all of them became bolder, and the people who were usually bullied by Curly Hair came up to Curly and began to criticize Curly Hair and complain about blood and tears, this Curly Hair has been a ruffian since he was a child, and how many people on this Golden Street have been harmed by him.

Don't look at curly hair, when they are healthy and their limbs are sound, they are all submissive and dare not resist, but this kind of thing is self-taught.

"Curly hair, you have never been paid for eating our buns, how many years!" An aunt came out with a drawer of steaming soup dumplings that had just come out of the cage, and scolded Curly Mao: "Don't you love to eat steamed buns?" Auntie invites you to eat today! Eat! Eat! You can eat as much as you want! ”

While scolding, the aunt smashed the soup dumplings one by one on the curly hairy head, and the soup dumplings smashed on the curly hairy head and cracked, and suddenly the hot soup flowed all over the curly hair, and the curly hair was even more ghostly and wolf-crying.

Auntie's revenge reminded everyone, isn't it, it doesn't hurt to scold him, why wait if you don't take advantage of this time to do it?

"Do you remember the little king and eight calves?" An old man on crutches came over and poked the curly hairy mouth with his crutches: "Two years ago, you thought I was walking slowly and blocking your way, bullied me for having no children, slapped me many times, and knocked out two of my teeth!" I'm in my eighties, how can you do it? ”

"Wear-resistant!" A thin black man who can be at most one meter six tall cried and kicked the curly crotch one by one: "If it weren't for you being a hooligan!" How can my wife drink pesticides? You're going to bully honest people! Wearable! You pay back my wife! ”

The old man and the thin black man were like blowing the horn of the charge, and they directly escalated the verbal criticism to the addition of fists and feet.

Everyone punched and kicked around Curly Hair, and the Curly Hair screamed again and again, and there were a few girls in the crowd who gritted their teeth......

Pan Xiaoxian walked to Pan Honest

In front of him, he wanted to help his father up, but his stiff body made him kneel on the ground first.

Pan Laoshi grabbed Pan Xiaoxian's clothes, and hurriedly went to check Pan Xiaoxian's stomach, he just lay on the ground and saw Curly Mao stabbing Pan Xiaoxian with a knife, he didn't see it too clearly, and he didn't know if he was stabbing it.

"Dad......" Pan Xiaoxian wanted to explain to Pan honestly, but unfortunately his mouth was not strong, as if he was seriously injured and dying: "No...... ...... thing"

Pan Laoshi was even more frightened, his face turned pale, and he directly tore Pan Xiaoxian's clothes, and when he saw that there was really no wound on his stomach, he checked around in disbelief, and finally confirmed that he was really fine, and then Pan Laoshi breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay...... it's okay" Pan Laoshi snatched the belly pocket in Pan Xiaoxian's hand, took out all the money in it and stuffed it into Pan Xiaoxian's hand, and anxiously urged: "Xiaoxian, go quickly!" Take the money and go to Zone C right away! I'm afraid it's too late! ”

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