Xu Dong and Zhang Jie nodded.

They continued to search.

It's almost dusk, and they're hungry, and there are some food shops here where they simply eat something.

There were people who sold black people's food, and they bought some black people's bread and ate it with a strange black man's porridge.

A young black couple in business, their seven-year-old son is very smart, and they come to help.

It's like a family of Chinese workers.

After eating, when they paid the money, their husband and wife and Huang Feng looked at each other and smiled: "Thank you!" ”

"You're welcome!" Huang Feng said.

They didn't ask the couple about John, because with such a kind family, Huang Feng didn't want them to be threatened and hurt.

"Where are you from?" Huang Feng asked in Mandarin that the couple should know some Mandarin.

"Nairobi, South Africa!" The man said.

"Not bad!" Huang Feng nodded.

"It's so good here, I really can't go back!" The female shopkeeper said.

Huang Feng nodded, "I hope your dreams come true!" “

The owner couple smiled joyfully and looked at their children.

Huang Feng knew that all this depended on the relevant policies, and it was not something that could be decided by anyone who had a wish.

Huang Feng and the others left the restaurant and continued to inquire about John.

It's still like that, what you want to say, you don't know, what you feel you know, you don't want to say.

In the twilight, they continued to look around the neighborhood.

It's a big neighborhood, it's actually a town.

Urban villages, which refers to such a place, many houses are almost identical, and it is easy to get lost, and perhaps those who live in them know.

They were in front of a building and saw an old man.

An old black man, he seems to be opening a small cigarette shop, speaking simple Chinese to communicate with people, and many of the people who come to buy cigarettes are also black.

In his hand, he had a saxophone in his hand, and when no one was around, he began to play.

The tune he played was actually "Coming Home".

The old man's face was very old, and it seemed to be a trace of the sea, a trace of the wind.

He played very emotionally, as if blended into the music, and Huang Feng suddenly remembered those old Chinese people who played erhu in Chinatown.

It's very similar to those people.

When the old man played the saxophone, it was very elegant, and Huang Feng and they were all in a trance.

For a long time, the sun was about to set, reflecting the figure of the old man, so lonely.

The old man's music stopped, and he looked at Huang Feng and them.

"You know music!" The old man asked.

"Well, a little!" Zhang Jie said.

He walked up, stretched out his hand, and motioned to Saxophone, and the old man smiled at him.

Zhang Jie began to play.

He played a famous saxophone song, "Scarborough Bazaar".

It's magical.

At that moment, the old man's wrinkles seemed to unfold, as if he was reminiscing, entering the long zone of time.

It was as if everything around us had stopped, the earth had stopped turning, the sun and the moon had stopped alternating, everything was in music, in childhood and in the memories of youth.

Huang Feng and Xu Dong were also in a trance.

This Zhang Jie has a good talent, and the saxophone plays so well.

No wonder he thinks he's going to be a singer!

After a long time, the song was finished, and the old man sighed.

"It's beautiful!" He spoke a word in English.

This old man's English is very good, and it is estimated that he will speak English unconsciously.

"Where is your hometown?" Huang Feng asked.

"Nigeria, I have been to many countries, Europe, America, I used to be full of yearning for the United States, spent many years there, but I was disappointed later, I am old, a relative in my hometown is doing business, I will come to help him deal with some things, help him deliver goods, I have nothing to do here!" The old man said.

Huang Feng nodded, this is a person who has experienced a lot.

"I see that you are looking for someone, right, you can ask me, I'm not afraid of getting involved!" The old man smiled mysteriously.

"Oh, those guys are so fierce, I don't think a lot of people want to say it!" Xu Dong said.

"You say, their names and their looks." The old man said.

"John!" Huang Feng took out the portraits of those of them, a total of three.

The old man looked carefully, and then, pointing in one direction.

"The first floor of that building is a casino, you can go there to find him, but there are many of them, you are very dangerous, it is recommended that you find a good policeman!" The old man said.

Huang Feng and the others were overjoyed, and they nodded at the old man's suggestion.

"Thank you!" Huang Feng said.

The old man smiled, feeling that he was on the African grassland, in the mud house under the ancient snow-capped mountains, greeting guests from the East.

It's just that time and space are in a trance, this is the flower capital, not the African grassland, no lions, no snow-capped mountains.

Huang Feng and the others left the old man and walked to the middle of the building.

The building was a square ring with a square place in the middle and some gym equipment.

They saw that from the middle it was possible to walk to some basements, which were presumably remodeled, and those basements used to go down the stairs from the unit.

Those renovated basements have been used as various business buildings.

They saw a sign that seemed to say something about the entertainment room.

It's just that there is also an English sign on it.

Huang Feng had a strong premonition that those few people were here.

They walked in.

It's chaotic inside, there are gambling money, performances, and it's divided into many areas.

There are still snakes!

They saw a sign called the Kiss of Death Show, an ancient African lost stunt.

A black man is playing an ancient bone flute, and in the sound of the bone flute, a poisonous snake, a cobra is dancing.

Then, something even more incredible happened.

The black man actually kissed the poisonous snake.

The Viper's Kiss of Death.

Everyone was screaming and exclaiming.

The black man and the viper kissed and beamed.

He was young, in his twenties, with a floral turban on his head.

"Hey, you guys give me more tips, I can eat half of it!" He shouted.

He speaks broken Chinese.

There were Chinese spectators, blacks, old women, young and old.

It is estimated that this is an important place for their daily entertainment.

Sure enough, everyone threw the money over.

Ten pieces, one piece, a hundred.

The guy was pleased, he blew the bone flute, and the cobra shook his head at him.

He put down the flute, and then said something, handed over something, and the cobra pounced on it and swallowed it.

Then he took out another one of those things and put it in his mouth.

The smell of that thing on his mouth was peculiar.

The cobra pounced at once.

Everyone was exclaiming.

The guy opened his mouth wide and the thing was already in his throat.

The cobra continued inside.

It was disgusting to watch, Huang Feng and Zhang Jie wanted to vomit.

Most of the snake's body was outside the man's mouth, and the scene was extremely disgusting.

Then, not long after, the guy slapped the bone flute in his hand, and the bamboo flute made a peculiar sound, and the cobra swished backwards and withdrew.

In its mouth, it had already eaten it.

It's still shaking its head there.

Then the black man continued to play, and the cobra continued to dance.

The spectators were cheering.

Huang Feng let out a sigh of relief, and then moved forward.