The end of the day is a dump

"Either go to the street, or watch them beat me to death!" This was the last time her adoptive mother said to her in Wuxue's memory.

Thanks to Jona, the wife of Torre who shot herself.If it weren't for her, she might have been dragged to the street at a young age, and she might still be living in that dirty slum now.But her adoptive mother was really beaten to death, in a corner of the slum, which was full of garbage and sewage.Wuxue will never forget her adoptive mother's ferocious face when she was alive and her distorted body after death.

Wuxue hated everything about the slums, hated those powerful and wretched little people. After she left her hometown, she avoided contact with these people as much as possible, but the singer brought back her memories again today, and Wuxue went smoothly Picking up an object on the table at the side, he hit the singer on the head. The singer dodged all the way just now, but still avoided Wu Xue's several attacks. Wu Xue thought that the singer would also dodge this time, but this time But it hit the singer's head steadily, and the chattering person finally became quiet.

When Wuxue saw the singer fell to the ground, she immediately squatted down and searched her body. It is true that the singer did not have his own gun on him, so it must be in this room.The violent action just now made Wuxue's wound a little painful. It should be that the wound on his body was torn again, which made Wuxue have to rest for a while.

She came to the round table in the middle of the room and sat down on a stool, injecting the medicine in her pocket into her body.Fortunately, Singer didn't hide these things from her. The medicine entered her body, and Wuxue felt much more comfortable in less than a minute. These things from the civilized world are far more useful than these simple methods.

Wuxue looked around, only to realize that the furnishings of this house are quite unique. Although this prefabricated house is in the same style as the slum she lived in when she was young, the interior display is quite exquisite. Good style, but the cups are very clean as if they were new. Not only these cups are clean, the whole room is very tidy and spotless. There is an oil painting on the wall near the bed where she was resting just now, and the frame looks like It's a bit worn out, and the painting is stained with colors that don't belong to it, maybe it's oil or something else, but it doesn't affect its role in the room.

Wuxue looked at the singer on the ground, and then at the room, unable to imagine that this was such an ugly room.In fact, for those who can hardly even eat, no one cares about their room at all. In Wuxue's memory, all the slums she walked through were full of garbage and smells. It will be a breeding ground for maggots.

Wuxue lifted the kettle on the table. There was water in the kettle. Wuxue poured herself a glass of water rather bluntly, and the pain on her body eased a little. She was going to continue searching for her gun.

"As I said, the gun...is not in the room."

Wuxue didn't expect Singer to wake up so soon, thinking that he didn't hit hard enough just now.

"Give me the gun." Wu Xue said.

"Give me the money." The singer still refused to admit defeat.

Wuxue never thought that the ants would be so persistent. 20 Ubu is really worthless, that is, the monthly income of a city person is not as good as an accessory for her gun.Besides, it wasn't that the gun was of great significance to Wuxue, she wouldn't actually care so much about it.

"Okay, I'll give you the money." Wuxue didn't want to embarrass the singer, poverty was not a mistake, and she did promise the other party to exchange money for the black box, and the things were indeed taken away by Torrey.

"I'm going back to the city to get it," Wu Xue said with a sigh of relief: "I'll send you the money, and you return the gun to me."

"No!" Singer refused, "What if you don't want the gun and run away?"

Singer is so obsessed with money that Wuxue is unbelievable. If it were someone else, they would be able to see that the gun and potions are worth more, but in Singer's perception, nothing seems to be more important than money.While Wuxue was wondering, the door of the room was pushed open, and Wuxue instinctively picked up the thing closest to her side - a broom.

"Thirteen, what are you doing?" It was a very tender voice, and the owner of the voice was indeed a child.

The child looks to be only eight or nine years old, and may be older. Children who grow up in these places face long-term malnutrition, just like this child, with a sallow complexion, shabby clothes, and trembling when walking. Yes, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

"It's nothing!" The singer's serious expression just now disappeared immediately, and was replaced by a smiling face. Although it was a smile, it was still so ugly.

"Then why do you have blood on your head?" the girl asked, she trotted up to the singer, raised her sleeve to wipe the singer's wound, the sleeve was full of stains, the singer didn't refuse, just laughed Playfully accepted the help.

Wuxue looked at the child, she should have looked like this more than ten years ago, thin and dirty, used to the violence in the street, Wuxue put the broom aside.

"I accidentally bumped into it." Singer said with a cheerful look, and gave Wuxue his eyes from time to time, as if asking her to cooperate with him.

"She hit it." Wuxue confirmed the singer's statement with a lie.

Wuxue's words made the child notice her existence, and the child walked up to Wuxue and looked up and down with wide eyes.

"What's the name of this sister?"

Hearing this child sound like an adult, he just called the singer Thirteen, but here he asked himself how to address him, this kind of adult tone coupled with that childish face made Wuxue think that this girl is quite cute.

"My surname is Su." Even a child is still a stranger, and Wuxue doesn't want to get too close, especially since she used to grow up in such a place, and children are no less evil than adults.

"My name is Picking Twelve." The girl patted her chest and introduced herself.

"Alright Twelve, let's go back, Miss Su and I still have some things to do." The singer urged the girl to leave.

"Yes, me and..." Wuxue realized that she still didn't know the singer's name, but then remembered that the girl called her Shisan before, so she took advantage of the situation and said, "We still have things to do with Shisan."

The girl walked around the two curiously again, and asked with a big face, "What kind of thing do you want to do secretly?"

"You don't understand the adult's business, anyway, you go back first." The singer said and pushed the girl out.

"Don't always use the word "adult" to oppress me." The girl grumbled, "I'm here for business."

"Is there something serious to talk about later." Singer Tiger touched the girl's head, then glared at Wuxue. Singer wanted the 20, and Wuxue wanted her gun. Twelve would not take the deal between the two of them. Just can't do it.

Seeing that the singer was impatient and the girl didn't want to stay longer, she obediently walked towards the door, stopped after taking two steps, turned around and said to the singer: "The nun said, everyone scraped together a hundred thousand Uub, this month's meal money is barely enough, if you can't find the rest of the money, don't force yourself, don't be too tired."

"Okay, okay." The singer sent the girl out of the door and quickly closed the door.

Wuxue forgot that the phrase "20 ub" was the first time she heard it today, but this time it was the only time it appeared with content. From the short sentence in the girl's mouth, Wuxue still understood Given the singer's intention of asking for money, 20 is really not much to her.

Perhaps because the poverty here brought back those unbearable memories in Wuxue's mind, or maybe because of other unspeakable reasons, Wuxue finally found a level for herself in her heart: Torre was betraying herself. The agreement reached with the singer, then the deal is established.

"Okay, let's continue talking now, but! Don't do anything!." Singer first snatched the broom next to Wuxue, but such a weapon did not pose any threat to Wuxue.

Wuxue looked at the embarrassed singer in front of her, she looked like a person who seemed to be willing to give up for the sake of money and dignity.

Wuxue retreated to the round table in the room: "Needless to say, you and I will go to the city tomorrow, we will pay the money with one hand and return the gun with the other hand."

The author has something to say: the article is a little slow, but not too slow... The main thing is to lay the groundwork for the previous situation, and it has been 20 chapters ahead of time, so it can be confirmed that it will take off after two more chapters