Thinking like this, he turned a corner forward, and turned two alleys in a mess, and finally stopped under a slanted building, and looked up, and at a glance he could see that this was a slum building, which was located in the center of the city, but it was a deep place in the back streets of the city, although it was also in the city, but there were obviously few people here, and besides, this building, it looked more like a dangerous building, it was sloping downward, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but it was not, because its grade looked different, Its material has not reached that level, there are still some broken parts of the corner that leak out, and the tiles are not good bricks, and the face of the floor is blocked by the big trees on the left and right, or the towering trees, which looks very cool and dim, and the feeling of not seeing the light, is full of graffiti, the standard street graffiti type, there are cars, beautiful women, guns, very dark black hip-hop, and of course some indecent pictures of men and women. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The three of them continued to move forward under the guidance of Donleys, and there was a slope leading directly to the bottom not far away, which was a passage up the basement, and entering this passage, the cement low wall around the passage was also a piece of graffiti, which was very poor and hateful of society, which made people feel depressed when they walked here, and there were always some bad things that came to mind, such as drugs, guns, or ** or something......

"Oh, you're living here?" Jones asked Donleys as he walked

"Oh, like, doesn't it look good here!" Donleys also asked him rhetorically as he walked

"Oh yes, it's a good place for people like us to rest for a while, if there's a small bed left!" Schroeder joked too

"Oh, there's going to be a bed for you, but it's a double bed!" Donleys joked with him again

"Oh, your bed, I don't live there, you have a fox smell, I said, man!" Schroeder replied again

The three of them laughed together

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Go upstairs, on the second floor, and then turn left, the upstairs room is very bad, there are a few rooms in there that the tiles on the floor have fallen a little, and suddenly there is a room in front of the room, and then another whistle sounds, and out of the back room of the front room suddenly came a nest of little boys with guns, all seven or eight years old, eleven or twelve years old, a few blacks, and two whites, and their guns were pointed at the heads of Jones and the three of them......

"Oh no, don't be nervous, guys, it's me, Donleys, me!" Donleys said and hurriedly beckoned to them

When everyone saw that it was Donleys, they put the gun down again, and then stared at Jones and Schroeder angrily.

"Oh no, they're nice people, they're my friends, I'm in a little trouble, they're here to help!" Donleys had no choice but to explain

The crowd made a way, but they still stared at Jones and Schroeder.

Donleys shook his head, and continued to drag them forward, but when he passed them, he touched his head at the slightly older child, it seemed that they had a good relationship, and they were quite "neighborly and harmonious", and they were about to pass this small door, Jones and Schroeder inadvertently glanced inside, only to see that there was a mat inside, covered with a heavy quilt, leaking out two heads, and there were people inside, also two children in their seventies and eighties, They were also facing them with two pistols in their hands, and there were still a few barrels leaking out of their bed, and there were still a few rifles leaning against the wall, Jones and Schroeder couldn't help but be surprised when they saw it, and the two little boys inside also glared at them angrily, and they turned their heads to look behind them, and although the children behind them made way for them, they still stuck in their bodies and glared at them angrily, and they were not welcome anyway.

"Oh, they're always like that, guests like you don't seem to be very welcome, they don't like guests, they mainly don't want to entertain them!" Donleys didn't seem to notice Jones and Schroeder's expressions too much, but still said to himself.

Jones and Schroeder didn't answer, they were afraid of the atmosphere, they weren't familiar with the surroundings!

And finally they walked forward for a while, and in a bathroom, Donleys led them in, and it seemed that there was no way forward!

"Hey, Donleys, what are you bringing us here, my honestly, I don't want to go to the toilet yet?" Schroeder wondered about his behavior again

"I don't think I'm in a hurry, Mr. Donleys!" Jones also asked

"Oh no, you're going to want to go, or maybe it's a bit messy, but it's where we have to go!" Donleys replied

Schroeder wanted to ask again, but the three of them slowly turned around, and only then did they see clearly:

"Oh, that hapless designer, he designed the toilet and the stairs in the same room!" Schroeder couldn't help but scold

Jones also felt disgusting, the staircase and the bathroom entrance were facing each other, and the inside hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and when I turned around, a strange and strong smell rushed towards you, and it was quite uncomfortable, and it was hard for him to imagine how they lived in such an environment every day!

"Hey, I said, what's going on with that gun?" Turning the stairs, Schroeder suddenly asked again

"Which guns?" Donleys asked, puzzled

"Oh man, those kids' guns, how do they have so many guns?" Schroeder replied again

"Oh, that's a gift they received, we're not like you rich people, we're insecure!" Donleys didn't seem surprised

"Oh no, man, I'm not a rich man, I'm with the supermarket manager, I told you, I live in a dormitory with Fin, but it's better than here, I think!" Schroeder replied as well

"Who's Fen?" Donleys asked, puzzled

"Oh, a friend of mine, a colleague of mine!" Schroeder replied as well

"Oh, I think so, the dorm is much better than that, but with all due respect, I'm going to support my family, and the dorm won't let me drag my family along, young man!" Donleys replied to him again

"You're right, I think that's a reason!" Schroeder agrees

"Hey, let's talk about the guns, how do they have so many guns!" Jones suddenly reminded them again, as if he hadn't answered Schroeder's last question

"Oh yes, what's the matter with those guns?" Schroeder seemed to think of their question again

"Oh, that's nothing, they used it for self-defense, they picked it up, or took it from other people's homes, anyway, many people seem to have no one anymore now!" Donleys replied again