The dirt road is not long, with the sound of metal tools hitting the fence of the site on one side, and a wasteland on the other, which may also be turned into high-rise buildings in the future, but it is still undeveloped. I don't know who planted some sweet potatoes in it, and the leaves lying on the ground are green and beautiful. Not long after stepping onto the path, you can hear the murmuring of the river at the end. It was about four or five meters wide, and it looked fairly clear from a distance. Qian Jing saw two people using buckets to fetch water from the river, presumably to water vegetables.

"Let's go wash our faces first, and sober our heads!"

Qian Jing estimated that he should not get lost again after such a short distance. The heat made him feel a little heavi, which was clearly a symptom of heat stroke. Even though I'm hiding in the shadow of a building now, I think I'm going to have a job job in a short time and I'm likely to have a simple interview, so I should make sure I want to be in the best shape possible.

Just imagining the scene of splashing cool river water on your face, that refreshing feeling seeps through your pores. Imagination is a good thing, and Qian Jing never lacks the ability to do so, especially when you need to adjust your mood, tidy up your mood, and change your hair status.

"I hope that the supermarket job can stay in an air-conditioned room for a long time — as long as the money is paid for a lot — even if it is tiring. I don't want to go to the next interview. Qian Jing exhaled hard and walked forward at a faster pace.

He hadn't gone far before a flash of light burst into his eyes, and he almost jumped in surprise. Right next to the construction site, where it should have been the supermarket parking apron, a domineering, never-before-seen car slashed across the surface of its mirror.

It was an off-road vehicle, with wide, rough tires like rhinoceros leather, and thick patterns that were irregular in blocks, which was how the ruts left on the previous dirt road came from. The body is pure black, very tall, and the money mirror may not be able to reach the roof with your hand raised. Its surface is made of some kind of non-reflective material, which absorbs the surrounding light like a black hole, and in some places is inlaid with heavy armor plates. This is definitely not something that a city scooter would use to decorate, how to look like real ceramic armor.

"There's no car logo, is this some kind of haute couture, who would drive this kind of car? I guess this armor can't even beat an RPG, right? Hey, the license plate is so strange, which country letter will turn A 90 degrees? And what are these garbled characters that follow?"

Qian Jing frowned suspiciously, but then he felt that he wasn't worrying about it! Even if this car had no one to sponsor it, so he could only put a license plate on it indiscriminately, what did it have to do with him? It was important to get down to business, the latest model of the "big teasing" mobile phone would be on sale in a month and a half, and he still had to save money!

"That's right, supermarket, work!"

The small tank-like car blocks the view, and after bypassing it, you can see the destination of the trip. It's a small single-storey building, about the size of a supermarket like the one you find at a gas station. It has a white sloping roof, a green horizontal striped wooden façade, and a yellowish double wooden door. There are huge glass windows on either side of the gate, each large enough for a buffalo to knock out of it. It's a pity that there are blinds in the windows, and now only a few narrow gaps are left, and the money mirror can't see the inside of the store.

Outside the shop there is an open yard with a flagpole, separated by a fence adjacent to the site. Three children's play vehicles that sing and shake after the coin are neatly arranged under the wall, a tank, a boat and an airplane. There are three parking spaces drawn with white lines in the courtyard, and the "black armored" car is horizontally on the parking space, occupying all three parking spaces at once, which looks domineering.

The shop in general looks a little dilapidated, and the exterior walls are very old and decorated in an old style, with mottled paint and broken parts, perhaps they are older than money mirrors. In particular, most of the words on the signboard above the main entrance of the store are missing, and only one "white" character is left alone and crookedly hanging on it. By today's standards, it would not have been possible for the store to be truly open without a thorough reorganization.

"Could it be that this job is a pit? On the surface, the job is a salesperson, but in fact it is a decoration handyman?" Qian Jing only felt that his teeth were a little sore, and his heart also chuckled, and he began to worry.

I heard the news a while ago that the senior of the school next door came out to look for a job, disappeared inexplicably, and when he found it, his body was torn apart, like a watermelon falling from a dozen floors. It is said that he was murdered by mistake in a pyramid scheme criminal syndicate, and then his body was dumped here. But this statement is doubtful, because people who have seen the scene say that the senior definitely fell to his death, but there are no buildings more than three meters high, and no one can explain how he achieved such a high impact velocity.

In addition to this tragedy, there have been recent reports of hairy and two-meter-tall savages in shopping malls, as well as rumors of slapping other people's souls away. In short, this kind of strange things have increased a lot recently, and when I listened to them, Qian Jing only thought they were strange talks, and passed with a smile, and didn't believe it. I don't know why, but all these thoughts came to me at this time.

"Is this the sixth sense?" Qian Jing licked his lips, and then shook his head vigorously: "You can't think too much, you can't think nonsense, it's easy to have an accident if you think too much." It's been like this for a while lately, good spirits don't work bad!"

While he was muttering, he suddenly heard a loud shout, "Hey! How did you get in?!"

The sound was like Hong Zhong Dalu exploding in his ears, and Qian Jing staggered back, only to see a tall and strong man rushing out from the other side of the "armored car", and pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain. First came a large, shiny, sparkling bald head. The sweaty face below was covered with green tendons and scattered horizontal flesh, and a half-furrowed brow was revealed behind the huge sunglasses. Going down the thick neck, the shoulders are tangled humerus one, two, three, four, five...... The head muscles, like the exaggerated and terrifying arms of the comic version, came from both sides of Qian Jing's line of sight. The arms seemed to have explosive power, they wouldn't be obtrusive if they were under an elephant's body, and they could easily wring off the mirror's head as long as they were on the mirror's neck.

A few meters away, the breath called "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die" rushed into Qian Jing's nostrils and went all the way to the depths of his brain. Although it was not the right time, there were two pictures that flashed in front of Qian Jing's eyes: one is the hand-tearing devil in the "Anti-Japanese Drama", but the person who was torn off was dressed the same as himself;

Qian Jing gasped and immediately understood the huge gap between the size and strength of the two people, this was not an equal battle. Although some strange thoughts came up before, when the crisis approached a certain level, all kinds of fears would be suppressed by real threats, and Qian Jing's spirit and thinking became particularly concentrated. He took a sharp step, stooped like a boxer under his opponent's arm, then raised his arm, clenched his fist, and turned, carefully guarding as he searched for bricks, sticks, and other things that could be used to defend himself.

He didn't expect that the muscular hunk turned around, fell to his knees with a pop, and cried.