"Help me."

"Please help me."

"Can you help me? I need a little help. ”

Dark-skinned homeless people wander the streets, and whenever they see well-dressed pedestrians, young and old, they will come up to them and ask for help.

After a large number of white elites left Cleveland, the city's African-American residents accounted for more than 50%, and black homeless people can be seen sleeping on the streets in rags and on every street in the city center.

"That's all I have." Ouyang Jie handed the little cash left on his body to the black man and said, "I live nearby, if you still need it, wait for me here at this time tomorrow, you know, winter is coming." ”

Many outsiders demonize the huge unemployed black population in Cleveland, but in fact these homeless people living on the streets for various reasons are not terrible, when they need help, they will politely ask passers-by if they are willing to help, if they are refused, they will not be annoyed, they will only turn to ask others.

Therefore, it would be okay to refuse to help, the reason why Ouyang Jie gave money was because he found that the black man in front of him was wearing neat but thin clothes, and he was very particular about his words, and his attitude was both polite and embarrassing.

This means that he has just been reduced to homeless, but he probably can't survive the cold winter days with so little clothes on him—the heavy snow in Cleveland buries hundreds of wanderers every winter.

Maybe giving him a sum of money to buy some clothes can save his life, this is Ouyang Jie's idea. If a gesture can help you immensely, why not do it? Anyway, the remuneration for participating in the show is in his hands, and he was not taken away by his parents, anyway, Luo Jinyu can use the god list to quickly become a rich man.

"Thank you, thank you very much, but no, I used to live in the city center and I knew it wasn't easy." The black man grinned and showed a vicissitudes of life, and actually handed back the banknotes that Ouyang Jie handed him in his hand, leaving only a few dollars and a few sheets.

Ouyang Jie couldn't help but be stunned, and then understood that the black uncle had misunderstood.

Unlike the urban structure of China, most people in the United States, especially the rich, do not live in urban areas, and only the poor and people who work in urban areas and do not have cars live in urban areas.

The black uncle may think that Ouyang Jie's family is also poor people on the verge of bankruptcy, so he refuses to accept help.

"Well, remember to wait for me here tomorrow." Ouyang Jie shrugged his shoulders and didn't explain, "Your figure is about the same as my father's, I can bring you a few sets of old clothes." ”

"Thank you, thank you." After thanking him repeatedly, the black man walked to the decommissioned hot dog stand with a few dollars in his hand.

"I can't help you much." Ouyang Jie looked at the back of the black man and sighed slightly, his god list only showed social news, and he couldn't help these poor homeless people.

Maybe Ellie can help them.

This thought suddenly came to mind, making Ouyang Jie's eyes light up.

I remember that in the summer of 14, fans from all over the United States and even the world flocked to James, and the income of restaurants, hotels, bars and other entertainment industries soared fivefold, and I heard that the taxes collected on football tickets, parking lots and hotels alone increased by a full four million!

550 service jobs were added to the city center alone, driving employment and generating 28 million in income, CBS estimates that James will bring 5 memories of economic benefits to Cleveland in 14 years, Ouyang Jie clearly remembers that that summer, even parents who don't know basketball were always smiling, and everyone had an uplifting hope on their faces.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived, and a great star couldn't get Cleveland's economic situation back on track.

However, a financial giant comparable to Warren Buffett should always have the ability to turn the tide, right?

"I should go and talk to Ellie about this, I can only save people, but she can save a city!"

Ouyang Jie excitedly ran to the Chinese apartment known as Little Chinatown, and was thinking about how to talk to Luo Jinyu, but heard several rapid explosions coming from the apartment in front of him.

Is this the sound of gunfire?

Ouyang Jie's heart sank, and the ominous haze seemed to cover his trachea, making him unable to breathe.

Most Chinese-Americans in a small place like Cleveland are kind to people and have no quarrel with the world, so Little Chinatown near the city center is not as chaotic as the black ghetto, so how can there be unprovoked shootouts?

Ouyang Jie took out his mobile phone to call home, while speeding up his run, and when he ran into the apartment, he saw several familiar faces, they looked panicked and hurried downstairs, and when they caught a glimpse of Ouyang Jie, they all showed a strange expression.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out from upstairs, causing Ouyang Jie to stumble under his feet and almost fall down the stairs.

The sound of the gunshot didn't scare him, but the sound of the gunfire ...... It seems to have come from his house!

"Jay, Flash, that's crazy to hit the street! Flash! Another figure broke down upstairs, Ouyang Jie recognized him, he was a tenant in his own house, and after saying this, he shouted for help and ran out of the apartment.

For a while, Ouyang Jie only felt that the world was spinning, and he could barely maintain his balance, he didn't know how he could drag his two legs that were soft like potato flour up the stairs to go upstairs, in short, it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and he walked from the staircase to the door of his house, and the whole process disappeared like a drunken fragment, and he couldn't recall it.

The only thing Ouyang Jie could remember was the question in his heart that he couldn't find the answer.

If something happens at home tonight, why didn't you see it when Luo Jinyu checked the god list at noon!

There hasn't been a shooting in Little Chinatown for a few years, how can a burglary and shooting like this go unreported!

Walking before and after the security door, Ouyang Jie couldn't think about this problem anymore, because the scene he saw everywhere he could see made his mind blank.

In the room, the mahjong table was overturned, and one hundred and thirty-six cards were scattered indiscriminately.

There is an extremely familiar woman lying on the table, that is Aunt Qiu, Uncle Luo's lover, Luo Jinyu's adoptive mother, Ouyang Jie saw her smile this morning and said that she can maintain her health by playing mahjong, but now she is lying on the ground motionless, with a few bullet holes on her body, and the blood stains the whiteboard into a red board.

At the table, Uncle Luo fell on his back with the wooden chair, his head was shot, half of his face was torn to a bloody blur, and his eyes were not closed.

Two more, one in front of the other, collapsed at the entrance of the kitchen. The man lay on top of the woman and was shot three times in the back, apparently to protect the woman. The woman was facing the ceiling, holding a kitchen knife in her hand, and when she struggled to get up and saw Ouyang Jie outside the door, she let out a terrified shout.

"Run! Come on! ”