"Kill...... Kill, kill! ”

Following the elevation behind, his legs are weak, and he sits on the muddy ground with his butt on the ground, and his legs keep pushing back.

I saw that the cold-colored blade was slowly pulled out of the big man's eye frame, and behind the bloody hole, a familiar face made Gao Cheng's eyes widen, and he pointed at Zhao Ke and screamed: "It's you, Wang Xiaopu, you dare to kill!" ”

Seeing Zhao Ke's face clearly, Gao Cheng calmed down instead, struggling to get up, and screamed at the same time; "You little bastard, you dare to kill!"

Gao Cheng knows Wang Puppy too well, give this kid a little smoke, and let him eat without hesitation.

At a young age, he was hollowed out by the smoke early, and he was a waste.

And this waste in front of him actually killed his companion Li Biao!

Although I can't believe it, the facts are already in front of me.

Li Biao is the cousin of the leader of the seventh group, if he catches this kid, the leader of the seventh group will definitely reward himself with a lot of money.

Thinking of this, the corners of Gao Cheng's mouth rose slightly, but he hadn't opened his mouth yet, but he saw Zhao Ke suddenly flick his fingers, a flying knife, and with a "poof", it directly penetrated Gao Cheng's throat.

"Bump!"

Gao Cheng's body fell to the ground, the sneer on the corner of his mouth was still frozen on his face, and even at the last moment of death, he was still thinking about grabbing Wang Xiaopug and giving it to the head of the seventh group.

The confident smile is not because he is not afraid, but because he knows Wang Puppy too well.

But what they didn't expect was that the Wang puppy in front of him was no longer the kid who let them bully, but a murderous butcher.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Zhao Ke looked at it carefully, pouted, the thin was too thin, the fat was too fat, the dirty was the same as a pig, plus the coal dust in the air, it was estimated that the lungs were also black.

"I can only feed the butcher's box."

However, Zhao Ke noticed that Li Biao also had a big silver ring on his finger, although it was not pure, it was a rare thing here.

Zhao Ke took off the ring and put it in his pocket.

The two bodies were recorded in the postal album by Zhao Ke.

At this moment, Zhao Ke suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared coldly at the alley behind him.

"Bang ......"

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and he walked out from the depths of the alley, with a Chinese face, a beard, and a strong figure, but he was dressed like Zhao Ke, and it seemed that he belonged to the coolies in the factory.

However, what Zhao Ke noticed was not his appearance and clothes, but his identity.

"Postman!"

Zhao Ke glanced at this guy's hand, on the thick joints, there was a very eye-catching gold bracelet, this thing should not be worn by a coolie.

Moreover, that golden bracelet gave Zhao Ke a special feeling, and it seemed that it was not just a bracelet.

Therefore, it is likely that it is the same as my own Buddhist beads, which cannot be converted into the postal album.

"Hey, did you see the two guys who ran out just now?"

The man walked out, saw Zhao Ke standing in front of him stupidly, and asked.

"Hmm, these two people?"

Zhao Ke threw the body out of the stamp book and threw it at the man's feet.

"Hmm!"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then took a step back vigilantly, and then began to face the yellow-skinned guy in front of him.

It's not that he is not vigilant, but the appearance of Zhao Ke now, wherever he stands, it looks as if a gust of wind can blow up, which is really difficult to be vigilant.

However, the man soon seems to have received tasks and hints from the mailing book as well.

Looking at the two corpses under his feet, the man's eyes looking at Zhao Ke were also a little softened.

"Thanks!"

After saying thank you, I saw the man walking down the alley with two corpses.

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, followed him in, and took a look, and found that this alley was a dead end.

And in the corner of the cul-de-sac, the body of a little girl was lying there.

In the chest of the corpse, a dagger was inserted, which was the mortal wound of the little girl.

Look at the blood, it should be what just happened.

"Two brutes!"

The man took out a large knife from the stamp book and slashed at the two corpses.

Zhao Ke stood aside, he couldn't help frowning slightly, he was very uninterested in the knife skills of the big man in front of him, and the meat was cut in a mess, which affected his appearance too much.

"Little girl, rest in peace!"

The man took a deep breath, closed the little girl's eyes, draped the only clothes he had on the girl, and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of fire.

"Boom!"

I saw the fireball flow along the little girl's body and quickly burn.

The firelight reflected on the man's face, making the man's face flicker and darken in the firelight, which was indescribably weird.

"Don't you think I'm bored, even having to take care of this kind of stranger business?"

The man didn't look back, it was more like he was talking to himself, in fact, he knew in his heart that in the horror space, no, even in reality, this kind of thing is not an uncommon story.

And whether it's reality or not, horror space.

No one would kill a stranger to the extent that he did, even if those two lives were worthless to the postman.

It's just that after the man finished speaking, he didn't hear Zhao Ke's voice, and when he looked back, he found that Zhao Ke had tightened the two corpses in the mail book.

was turning around and walking out along the alley, stretching his hands lazily, and even more indifferent to the man's inquiry: "It's my business." ”

He followed up, just to take back the two corpses, after all, he had promised the butcher's box, so he had to deal with it.

Hearing Zhao Ke's words, the man was stunned, looked at Zhao Ke's back, put his palm on his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Interesting, individual, my mother likes it." ”

"This is it?"

Zhao Ke checked the house number, and the black wooden sign was covered with a thick layer of coal dust.

It says three groups of mining areas.

Behind the house number, there is a small road, which is said to be a small road, and strictly speaking, it should be called a narrow small crack.

Underneath the houses on either side, a row of inconspicuous iron windows, are the residences of the three groups of mines.

As Zhao Ke thought, after walking in, the environment inside can only be described in three words: dirty, messy and smelly.

"Huh."

When someone saw Zhao Ke, they couldn't help but be stunned, and their eyes looked at Zhao Ke strangely.

Of course, Zhao Ke knew the reason inside.

I was able to find out so far, precisely because after separating from Dahan, Zhao Ke found a guy in the same group of three.

This guy is an alcoholic.

So Zhao Ke almost effortlessly used ghost confusion to get the news he wanted to know.

First of all, this factory.

This factory is a coal mining area built on the mountain, and the scope of the factory is very large, and there is a certain mold of a modern factory.

There are residential areas, shops and streets that sell goods.

Brothel, casino, big smoke house, restaurant, in short, although the sparrow is small, it is full of poisons.

The men and women in the factory are basically deceived from other places.

The only difference is that although they were tricked in, they still have a certain salary.

Relying on these wages, they can trade here, eat, drink, play, women, even men, everything can be bought.

The premise is to complete the factory's monthly share.

If you can't complete the share, you will be beaten at best, or thrown out, oh! is thrown on the left cliff.

Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

But when Zhao Ke saw that the drunkard was cautious and took out the salary from the inner pocket of his clothes, he immediately understood that the so-called salary was just a piece of waste paper.

It can only be used in this factory, and when it comes out of the factory, it is completely garbage, and it is hard to wipe the ass.

After understanding, Zhao Ke admired the factory's methods even more.

It only takes some insignificant waste paper to print into the shape of banknotes, so that these workers can work here with peace of mind.

Facing a cliff on one side and wages on the other.

These coolies, who are weak in knowledge, will naturally choose a salary that still has hope.

And according to the words of the drunkard, once you are here, you can leave after working for three years.

For this reason, the drunkard also said to Zhao Ke in a serious manner that this is a guarantee of something 'Hedong'.

Zhao Ke estimated that he should be talking about the so-called contract.

Although the words are true, there are some people here who have been doing it for a whole decade and have not left.

They don't want to go, because when they go out, there's a place to be happy.

There is food and drink, and you can also exchange your salary for women.

It's better than suffering from takeout.

There are also people who choose to leave, but often after leaving, there is no news.

But no, when everyone leaves, they disappear.

Occasionally, someone came back from outside, saying that he wanted to be here with an iron heart, because the money here is worth more than takeaway, and he wants to work here to make money.

This kind of story happens once in a while.

You don't even need to see the protagonist, the news has already spread all over the factory.

It doesn't matter who comes back.

Where are the people? Unimportant.

Remember, it's important that everyone is excited about the news and even more convinced.

This is the great thing about giving these laborers hope in a dark and desperate environment, even if this hope is based on a lie, but these laborers will be convinced.

"Hey, Wang puppy, you owe Lao Tzu the money, when will you pay it back!"

Before Zhao Ke took a few steps, someone was lying in front of Zhao Ke, and a few lean guys surrounded Zhao Ke in a circle.

Someone still had a knife in his hand.

Obviously, Wang Xiaopu, hiding under the smoke shop and smoking second-hand smoke, there are actually reasons to avoid these people.

In order to avoid gambling debts, Wang Xiaopu has been on the construction site for a long time and has not dared to live on the construction site.

If this month's mission is not completed, he will most likely be thrown off a cliff.

"It's back, it's back."

Zhao Ke's eyes narrowed, looked at the guy in charge, lowered his head and took out a silver ring from his arms, as well as a piece of crooked pork belly.

"The ring is to pay off debts, this piece of meat is to honor you, and I will make it for you to taste later."

Zhao Ke raised his head and smiled as he spoke, and a ghostly light flashed in his narrowed eyes.