Orange Street has a long history, once one of the thirteen most prosperous neighborhoods in Los Angeles when it was first established 100 years ago, and during the 'Prohibition' era, it was known throughout Millican as the largest transit point for moonshine on the entire West Coast.

Unfortunately, the prosperity was followed by an endless depression, and it was precisely because it was once a moonshine transit station that the whole neighborhood gradually became rampant with gangs, and the original general public moved out of this place.

When Prohibition was lifted, Orange Street became one of the most chaotic and run-down neighborhoods in Los Angeles, and for decades afterward, even the police were reluctant to pass through it on their daily patrols, leaving only the flower-style 'Orange Street' sign at the corner of the street, which is quite in the style of the Western Pioneer era, which still tells the glory of the past.

Stepping out of the car alone, looking up at the familiar street signs, Zhang Longchu watched the bus slip away at twice the normal speed, pouted, and walked along the dirty street full of skeletons and ghost graffiti, and walked into a gray brick three-story apartment that looked quite old.

As he passed the cramped first-floor porter, he politely greeted a white-haired old man in a crumpled black suit who looked far more suitable to lie in a coffin than to sit in the porter, "Good afternoon, Mr. Baker." ”

It's a pity that in exchange for the old man's angry reprimand, "China Zhang, you hateful bastard, now you have learned to steal the rent by not returning home at night."

And it's been two days, two whole days and I didn't come back, I thought you were shot through the head by the guys at Bifu for selling 'strips'..."

Zhang Longchu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, interrupted the old man's words, and said with a smile: "Calm down, Mr. Baker, I am your only tenant.

It is also the main reason why this apartment will not be sold by the municipal appraisal for one meter like the three-storey building next door.

The price of Orange Street is comparable to that of Detroit in the old days, and the most cherished resource for you owners is a tenant like me, isn't it, so you should give me a minimum of respect, and besides, you are still my nominal adoptive father. ”

Hearing this, Old Baker roared angrily: "It is Lola who adopted you, may the soul of my kind wife rest in Heaven, she is dead now, so you have nothing to do with me at all."

If the next time something like this happens that you don't go home at night without first notice, you're going to get me out of this apartment. But there is a strong sense of care in the words.

"Don't worry, there is no next time," Zhang Longchu showed a trace of warmth in his eyes, but said cheaply in his mouth: "You must know that my greatest wish is to inherit this apartment after you enter the coffin, and taste what it is like to be a property owner in Los Angeles, so I will never give you an excuse to lift the adoption." He strode towards the wooden staircase not far away.

Hearing this, Baker looked at Zhang Longchu's back and smiled with relief, and then seemed to remember something, and lowered his voice and said: "Boy, I helped you fertilize those 'little babies' in the past few days when you are away."

But I'm so old now, my hands are trembling, and some things can't be done well, so you'd better take care of them as soon as you go upstairs. ”

"Understood." Zhang Long waved his hand without looking back, and quickly climbed to the second floor.

The corridor on the second floor of the apartment has no windows to let in light, only two small beige light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, so it is a little dark during the day, but there are quite a few rooms, six on each side.

Zhang Longchu walked quickly to the wooden door in the middle of the right, opened the door with his fingerprint, and hurried into the room.

This is an apartment-type suite divided into a living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom, with a total area of about 50 square meters, which is suitable for singles or families of two.

After walking in, Zhang Longchu didn't stay in the living room for long, and rushed directly into the bedroom.

After that, he rubbed the old wooden box that had been carried under his armpit with some reluctance, carefully placed the strange object on his bed, strode to the backlit wall on the west side of the bedroom, carefully pushed open the closet, and opened a hidden closet.

In the old days, when art furniture was not popular, it is not surprising that in order to save space, the old Los Angeles apartments would always have a large closet on the wall for guests to store their clothes.

But the closet that Zhang Longchu opened was obviously not for the purpose of placing sundries.

A faint wet mist poured out of the closet, and when it dissipated, it revealed a warm beige sunlamp hanging from the top;

a humidifier that constantly emits a mist of water on the walls of a three-sided cupboard;

and fertile black soil at the bottom and verdant, lush plants planted in the soil.

"Little babies, my brother has come to see you, wow, I haven't seen you for two days and grown up so big, it's a bumper harvest." Looking at the cupboard full of harvests, Zhang Longchu showed a joyful smile on his face and muttered to himself.

Next, he moved skillfully, and briskly picked up the fat leaves of the dozens of plants in the closet.

After harvesting, he began to apply a moderate amount of high-quality whiskey to the leaves, carefully adjusting the temperature and drying it in the oven... After a few busy hours, a little more than half a pound of excellent handmade weed (weed) was freshly baked.

In the slums of Los Angeles, an adopted yellow-skinned orphan must have some special 'crafts' if he wants to survive smoothly.

If you're not willing to smash someone's skull with a bat or shoot someone in the chest just to rob a new pair of sneakers, then the best option is to 'grow grass', and that's life.

Zhang Longchu doesn't think he's a bad person, but he never thinks he's noble, everything is just to survive.

When he had finished preparing for the week's 'goods', he stretched out, ran back to his bedroom, sat down on the bed, picked up the old wooden box in front of him, and spread it out on his lap.

With the turn of his mind, he came to the bizarre world next to the sea in an instant.

At this moment, the sun was setting there, and the believers were talking and laughing towards the walled city with the day's harvest.

Deliberately and carefully experiencing the speed of the passage of time, Zhang Longchu felt completely different from when he was unconscious.

And after the next few timing attempts to return to reality and enter the beach world, he verified his conjecture, and at this moment, the speed of time in the two worlds was exactly the same.

The results of this experiment made Zhang Longchu wonder: "Why is the speed of time between the two worlds so different from when I was in a coma...

Ah, the dice, by the way, I saw a dice falling from the sky and rolling four points before I felt the speed of time speed increase in my coma.

Four o'clock, four o'clock... I was in a coma for two days and two nights, or forty-eight hours, and I don't know how long I stayed in the world where the strange thing had conjured up, but I had seen the grain ripen about seven times.

If you do this calculation, the grain in the tropics is twice a year, plus half a year of wasteland, well, I should have been there for four years.

And four years, that is to say, in a coma, one hour in reality is equal to a whole month in the world of strange things, wow, this is too different from the current speed of time.

Although the function of this strange object is not yet clear, judging from the fact that it led me to rescue these refugees, the main purpose should be to develop the walled city of these unlucky people.

If that's the case, wouldn't it take me decades to make them grow with a one-to-one time ratio, and by the way, now that only a small area has dispersed the black fog, this little woodland is more than enough to feed one or two thousand people, and a little more people should do that... These are unsolved problems!

Well, I'm still straightening it out from scratch, I bought this strange thing two days ago, and then I heard an inexplicable voice asking a lot of questions, and I came to a bus that had a serious accident from the big park opposite the 'Cornegie Museum', and then when I rescued people, the strange thing 'coincided' with me and the dice appeared.

The part where I bought things in the park didn't matter, it was just a stupid businessman who tried to scam me, and I just picked up a big bargain.

Then there's the answer to the question, which should be very important, well, it should be a precondition for the odd thing to be compatible with me, and finally the car accident, the car accident, oh, what's different about the car accident...

Exposed wires, well, leaking fuel and, and, dead, dead people... Oh, it won't be that perverted..."

Thinking about this, Zhang Longchu couldn't help but shudder, forbidding himself to think deeply, changing his mind and starting to think about how he should hide the strange things that he had good luck in his hands in the safest way.

A few minutes later, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Longchu's mind, causing him to hurriedly jump out of bed, run to the living room, and dig out a toolbox on the bottom of the tea cabinet.

After opening the toolbox, he used scissors to cut off the backpack strap he had been carrying, glued it to the edge of the unopened side of the old wooden box with super glue, and cut the entire backpack into various patterns of broken skin and pasted it on the shell of the box.

"I'm a genius when it's the safest place." Diagonally straddled the wooden bag, he ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and found that in this era of young people showing their individuality, his appearance was really not strange, and he couldn't help but think proudly.

After that, he looked at the time after a few more concave shapes, and began to arrange his dinner with Old Baker.