At the end of the day's morning exercise, Pei Chu once again left Goutou Mountain along the original trajectory.

All the way through the dirty shantytown, Pei Chu has been observing the shantytown and the shops and some warehouses around Jinshan Port.

In the past half a month, in addition to practicing martial arts, he has actually been looking for a way to get rid of this status as a forcemaker.

The level of productivity in this world Pei Chu probably judged that it was around the time of the first industrial revolution, and he thought that with the knowledge of his later generations, he should be able to find a new way to make a living.

But after contact, he gradually discovered that it was far from being as easy as he thought.

On the one hand, although his horizons are broader than many people, after all, he is still just a student, he has not gone out of school to make a living, and many things are much more complicated than he thought, and he should not only start somewhere.

Another is that in the order of Jinshan Port, formal and legal business is monopolized by white people in the Federation, and several major companies and chaebols in the Federation are like a mountain on everyone's heads.

Some of the other small businesses, or livelihoods, are almost all gang members' territory. Even the most inconspicuous wharf cleaning in the port is controlled by the strength of each gang.

There is also a very low status of the federal summer workers here, and if you don't join the gang, you can find a way to make a living in a serious way.

And, even coolies have to face competition from the black-skinned Negros and the indigenous Madi, and in general, if you want to live an easy life, you have to be strong enough.

Of course, Pei Chu actually understands that it may be his poor thinking that restricts his thoughts.

Walking to the door of the Varna shipping company, Pei Chu saw many people gathered at the door of the freight stack from a distance.

Most of them were Xia Gong from the Empire, and there were a few white men in black uniforms who looked like port patrol officers, who were looking for the surrounding Xia Gong one by one and asking what they were doing.

"What's wrong?"

Pei Chu looked a little strange, in the past, the wharf had already started to work, and no one would gather at the door. Those white patrolmen are even more rare, and unless it is a big gang fight, they rarely appear at the docks.

"Achu, this way!"

Just as Pei Chu walked to the gate of the warehouse, he suddenly felt a figure flashing around him, and someone pulled him.

Pei Chu turned his head to look, it was Fang Yunhu who pulled him, followed Fang Yunhu to the side of the warehouse, and asked with some confusion: "Uncle Fang, what's wrong?" ”

"Something happened to the shipping company." Fang Yunhu looked left and right, lowered his voice and said.

"Something? What's wrong? Pei Chu asked suspiciously.

"Old Val is dead." Fang Yunhu's tone was a little low, "Old Val and a few warehouse guards are all dead. ”

"What?"

Pei Chu was immediately shocked by the news.

Old Val was the freight director of the Varna shipping company, and was one of the whites that Pei Chu was more familiar with.

The other party is not a good person, nor a bad person, his attitude towards Xia Gong is a little bad, and he occasionally deducts his wages, but he suddenly heard that the other party was dead and Pei Chu was extremely surprised.

Fang Yunhu glanced left and right again, and said quickly, "There may be a white dog police officer to inquire later, you remember to be careful, don't talk nonsense." ”

Pei Chu and Fang Yunhu, the summer workers, were all hired by the Varna Shipping Company, and there were people dead in the warehouse, and the police had to ask them to understand the situation.

"Fangtou, there are police officers looking for you to understand the situation."

Just as Fang Yunhu wanted to explain a few words to Pei Chu, a Xia Gong not far away shouted to this side, and beside that Xia Gong, there was also a white man with a police badge pinned to his waist.

"I'll go first, you can be clever yourself."

Fang Yunhu stretched out his hand and patted Pei Chu's shoulder, turned around and walked in the direction of the Xia Gong and the white man who shouted.

Watching Fang Yunhu leave, Pei Chu was still a little stunned for a while.

This was the second time he had heard of a dead man in this dream world.

The last time it was a family in the shantytown, this time it was directly the freight supervisor and several guards of the Varna shipping company, which made Pei Chu feel that the world seemed to be full of danger everywhere.

Walking to the side where seven or eight Xia workers had gathered and sat down, Pei Chu was still digesting the news he had just heard, and the whispers of these Xia Gong came from his ears.

"Old Val died a terrible death, his skull was torn open, and his entire brain was eaten."

"The monster who killed Lao He's family last time did it again?"

"I don't know, maybe I can't say. It is said that this gold mountain is all kinds of good, phew, it's not that it's also a monster! ”

"It's okay if Lao Val's dog thing is dead, I deducted a lot of Lao Tzu's salary last month, hehe, now I'm retribution!"

"You be quiet, don't die, if the police of the white dog can't catch that monster, they will not be able to blame you......"

"Huh-" Xia Gong, who spoke, snorted lightly, seemingly a little disapproving, but he didn't dare to continue the topic of Fang Cai.

Pei Chu sat in place, listening to the discussion of the few people just now, but he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"Old Val was actually eaten by someone?"

This terrifying way of death, Pei Chu was terrified when he heard it, and almost subconsciously thought of the sarcoma monster that appeared in the shantytown that night.

"It can't be the monster who did it, right?"

This world is not simple, and although it seems to have developed into the period of the Industrial Revolution, there are martial arts, monsters, and perhaps some other supernatural things.

On this day, Pei Chu and the other summer workers of the Varna Freight Company did not work, and they all sat at the door of the company and waited.

During this period, white men wearing police uniforms and carrying police badges came over to ask the Xia Gong who were present about the situation one by one.

Probably asked where the individual was last night, and then the various personnel relations in the shipping company.

Pei Chu replied very carefully, he knew the meaning of what Fang Yunhu had told him before leaving, there were not many people who disappeared or died inexplicably in Jinshan Port every year, and many times they were only handled in a low-key manner.

In some cases with a little more influence, if the police department can't find any results, they are forced to find someone to blame for the crime. And the primary targets of the blame are basically Xia Gong from the empire, as well as some dark-skinned Negros and Madi.

When Pei Chu returned to his and Fang Yunhu's residence in the shantytown, the sky was already getting dark.

Fang Yunhu still didn't come back at night, the police detained him, the Xia Gong family who died in the shantytown before, Fang Yunhu helped take care of the aftermath, and needed Fang Yunhu's assistance in handling the case.

After Pei Chu entered the door, he quickly began to practice the tiger shape in the Ten Shapes Fist, as well as the thirty-six movements learned by the headless generals.

At this moment, he felt extremely urgent, this world was too dangerous, he had encountered that sarcoma monster, and because of Liu Sixi's presence at that time, he didn't think too deeply about the dream world.

But now that I think about it, if everything in this world is real, and he dies in this world, will he really die?

"I still have to find a way to get out of the dream."

Pei Chu thought about hearing the news of Old Val today, after all, he was just a teenager.

The martial arts of this world are amazing, allowing him to gain abilities that he does not have in reality, but there are also unknown dangers.

After practicing the tiger shape of the ten-shaped fist, he repeated the thirty-six movements a few times, feeling that the inexplicable air flow in his body seemed to grow a little, Pei Chu relieved his mind a little.

Seeing that the time was not too early, he closed the doors and windows and lay down on the bed.