"Does it hurt?"

"Stop the bleeding."

The cripple whispered, looked around, and finally looked at the fool: "In this case, how will your brother stop the bleeding for you?" ”

The fool touched his bald head, walked into the distance without saying a word, turned out a can of beer in the corner, opened it, poured a little salt into it, shook it well, and then poured it into the wound of the middle-aged man.

The screams of the middle-aged suddenly intensified, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The wine was mixed with blood and flowed.

And the cripple just silently admired the scene in front of him.

Neither he nor the fool spoke, and their eyes were filled with hopeless indifference.

"I..."

"I remember, Huanhuan..."

"I bought a girl named Huanhuan half a year ago."

"But... But that's a fool, doesn't talk, doesn't laugh, hasn't taken a shower for a long time, dirty and smelly! ”

"I was deceived by that bastard Liu San'er, who told me at the beginning... Said it was an 18-year-old girl!! ”

"This kind of compensation... Losing money, I... When I made a move, I lost half of it... Half the money. ”

"Buyer... The identity of the buyer is very mysterious, and it seems to have a big origin. ”

"Let me send people to... Send it to Chunfeng Ferry..."

"A famous rich man's villa area."

"That's all I know, and I can assure you, I absolutely... Absolutely no lying. ”

The middle-aged man endured the pain in his body and wailed and spoke.

It can be seen that he is really afraid.

No matter how big or powerful you are, as long as you still believe in the law and dare not jump out of that line, he has nothing to fear.

But as long as you're standing outside that line...

He is naturally afraid.

That's the humanity of this scoundrel.

Shamelessness engraved in the bones.

"Oh."

"Sprinkle some more salt."

The lame man nodded slightly, with no intention of leaving, and did not continue to ask, but just said casually.

The fool silently turned around, carefully concocted another bottle of brine beer, and poured it again.

In the room, there were screams.

Occasionally, a passer-by heard the voice, looked at the scene in the room through the broken door, and quickly withdrew his gaze and hurriedly turned away.

For the slums, these things have long been strange.

As long as it doesn't affect you, everything has nothing to do with you.

"I... I've said it all..."

"What else are you going to do!!"

The middle-aged man wailed, rolling on the ground.

He was met with only silent silence.

"Spring Breeze Crossing..."

"Chunfeng Ferry No. 6 Villa!"

"I've seen people in with my own eyes."

"I... I know... That's all. ”

Time passed minute by minute, due to excessive blood loss, the middle-aged man's voice became extremely weak, covering his arm that had lost his palm, trembling and opening, his eyes bloodshot.

This time, the cripple didn't even have any interest in talking, just sat in a chair, on crutches, and waited quietly.

The fool seemed a little irritable, and wanted to leave immediately, but after remembering what the cripple had said to him, he finally suppressed his mania and stood aside, panting.

The middle-aged roared hoarsely at the beginning, gradually became weak, and finally passed out completely.

The cripple didn't look at the middle-aged man from beginning to end.

Until an hour has passed.

Middle-aged people only opened their eyes weakly again, but compared with before, there was a little more urgency.

He didn't even look at the cripple again, but tried to stagger to his feet, fumbling around the table with his only left hand, finally grabbing a needle and trembling to touch the bottle beside him.

But there is only one hand left, and it is very troublesome to draw the liquid from the bottle into the syringe, especially the middle-aged right hand is still experiencing severe pain.

After half a day of hard work, the bottle fell to the ground and slowly rolled to the lame's feet.

"Addicted?"

The cripple whispered softly, stomped the bottle under his feet, and looked at the middle-aged with a flat gaze.

"Give me... Give it to me..."

The middle-aged man is like crazy, and at this moment he even ignores the fear brought by the lame, only the glass bottle that was trampled under the feet of the lame man in his eyes, and he used his left hand to constantly break the lame's shoes.

But no matter how hard he tried, the lame's feet seemed to be welded to the ground, and they didn't move.

"Give it to me!"

"Quick..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of unstoppable desire, and he kept picking at it with his fingers, accompanied by the constant friction with the ground, and he was scarred, but he still kept babbling as if he didn't feel pain, his body trembled, and his lips were white.

Seeing that the cripple was still indifferent, the middle-aged man simply knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the cripple, his words were full of pleading and urgency: "Please, give it to me, give it to me quickly... I just... Just suck it..."

"Just a moment..."

"Give it to me!"

"Please, please..."

He kept kowtowing to the lame man, but the lame man was indifferent to this.

"I... I can't stand it anymore..."

After a while, the middle-aged man had completely collapsed to the ground, his body was constantly squirming, his soul wandered out of the world, and he completely lost his mind.

"Where's Huanhuan?"

It was only at this time that the cripple finally spoke again and asked indifferently.

"Spring Breeze Crossing..."

"Chunfeng Ferry No. 6 Villa..."

"There, there."

"Please, give me the 'medicine'!"

The middle-aged man looked extremely painful, constantly scratching his body, and blood marks appeared on his skin.

"Think again."

"Have you forgotten anything?"

The cripple spoke again.

"Forget..."

"No, no, I know everything."

The middle-aged man shook his head frantically, his eyes staring at the glass bottle at the bottom of the lame man's feet.

Until the lame leg is slightly strained.

"I remembered!"

"The owner of the villa is very mysterious and powerful!"

"I saw from afar, and he palmed... The marble was shattered with a single palm. ”

"Really, that's really all there is, give it to me."

The defense line in the middle man's heart completely collapsed at this moment, and he almost cried out.

"I think I can wait."

Even in this case, the cripple did not leave, but slowly closed his eyes.

The middle-aged man is like a dog, constantly rubbing the lame thigh, trying to pick the 'medicine' bottle, as if there are 10,000 ants crawling on his body.

"I really don't know..."

"I really don't know..."

"Leave me alone... Give me a suck..."

He muttered like a walking corpse.

Perhaps, the biggest difference between him and the corpse is that he is still alive.