Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo walked for a long time in the white and silent space, and finally saw an open door, and a pedestrian walked past the door.

In terms of clothing, there is no difference from the previous modern world.

He touched the ring on his ring finger and looked back.

After the man who had interlocked with him before disappeared, he never appeared again, and 233 also lost the audio.

But he was not afraid.

Because he knew that Gu Chen would always find him.

Fang Zhuo took a deep breath, and his steps became broad and brisk. The moment he passed through the door, his body trembled, as if he was suddenly injected with new power, and opened up Ren Du's second channel.

There are people coming and going on the street, some are joking, some are chasing, the traffic on the main road is endless, looking up, there are tall buildings all around.

This place is like a normal city, nothing special.

Fang Zhuo looked around, but the door behind him was gone.

I fed it a few more times in my heart, but the system still didn't come out.

He is a bit annoying, although brother Ah San sometimes scolds him and makes some nasty remarks from time to time, but he already regards him as his best friend.

If it was just like this goodbye, he would probably be sad for a long time.

"Hey, little brother, do you want to stay?" A middle-aged aunt suddenly rushed out from there, holding Fang Zhuo's hand tightly.

Fang Zhuo twisted his wrist, but he couldn't move it away, the aunt's hand is really strong.

"Thank you, don't stop."

"Can't stay?" the aunt said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, our hotel is right in front, you can go and have a look, and stay if you feel comfortable."

"I really can't help it." Fang Zhuo forcefully separated the five fingers on his wrist, and took a few steps back.

The aunt refused to give up, "Little brother, I'm really not a bad person. I don't think you have a job identification on you. You just came from the countryside. Whether you are here to visit relatives or find a job, I can help you."

Only then did Fang Zhuo notice that everyone passing by had a bracelet on their wrist, some of the same color and some of different colors.

Same color, same type of work.

Fang Zhuo looked back and found that the aunt opposite was still looking at him.

The aunt's attitude is warm, her eyes are full of scrutiny and inquiry, the corner of Fang Zhuo's mouth twitches, it can't be a human trafficker, or someone who runs a black shop.

Fang Zhuo, "Sorry, I don't visit relatives or look for a job."

A gloomy look flashed across Auntie's eyebrows.

This young man is good-looking, and he is from the countryside, and he doesn't understand anything, so it's best to lie.

She followed Fang Zhuo all the way forward, "Then where do you want to go now, maybe Auntie will drop by with you."

Fang Zhuo stopped at his feet, he really lacked a guide right now.

He glanced at the loving aunt, his attitude changed, "Auntie, where is this?"

"This is the central city." The aunt was secretly happy, and finally got on board with the conversation officially, "There is a curfew every night in this place, if you can't find a place to stay in advance, and you are still wandering on the street at night, you will be banned." The police took it."

Fang Zhuo was afraid, "Really?"

"Of course it is true." The aunt continued to scare, "And there is an identification card embedded in the bracelet. If you don't have a bracelet, you are a criminal in this city. Generally speaking, after staying at the police station for one night, you will be sent to the police station. Go to a shelter outside the city."

Fang Zhuo drooped his brows and eyes, "Then, what should I do then?"

"Come with me, Auntie will take you to find a place to live first. By the way, where is your luggage?"

"No."

The aunt said indifferently, "If you don't have it, then you don't have it."

Fang Zhuo followed his aunt around and walked into a small alley.

There was indeed a hotel at the end of the alley, and there were a few punks wandering around the door of the hotel, dressed in ragged clothes, thinking they were trendy, and their hair was still the color of the rainbow.

One of the gangsters bit his toothpick, "Sister Zhang, here we come for business."

The aunt gave him a warning look, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

The little gangster pointed his middle finger at her back, and suddenly he said "huh", and took out a piece of paper from his butt pocket.

He unfolded it, looked at it with a frown, then turned his head to look at Fang Zhuo who had already entered the hotel, the toothpick fell off in shock.

For a long time, a word popped out of the little gangster's mouth, "Fuck."

At the front desk of the hotel, the staff put a form on the table and asked Fang Zhuo to fill it out carefully.

The form covers a lot of items to fill in, such as family, address, family members, marital status, etc. This is not registration of accommodation at all, it is more like finding out.

These people should want to confirm his identity and see if he is really a helpless bumpkin from the countryside.

Fang Zhuo bit his pen, looked at the aunt next to him, and then at the woman in the service desk.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Auntie, I can't read."

The two were taken aback for a moment, and the woman at the service desk was the first to come back to her senses, "Sister Zhang, help him fill it out."

The aunt took out the pen in Fang Zhuo's hand, and asked in a gentle voice, "Little brother, what's your name?"

"Fang Zhuo."

"What did you say your name is?" The aunt's eyes widened, "Which side, which Zhuo?"

The woman behind the service desk lowered her head and found a file from the trash can in the computer.

It was a reward issued half a month ago, and a high-definition photo of the front face without a hat was posted on the reward.

The woman's eyeballs were bulging, and she almost carried her back in one breath, God, she came back with a bomb.

She cleared her throat and blinked desperately at the aunt opposite, almost cramp.

Fang Zhuo quickly leaned forward and glanced. Although he only saw a little picture of himself, he was basically sure that Gu Chen was looking for him.

Maybe it's known to everyone, otherwise these two people wouldn't behave so weirdly.

Cold sweat began to break out on the aunt's dry forehead, her smile was stiff, "Little brother, our place is full, why don't you go to another place?"

The reward didn't say whether the youth the officials were looking for was a good guy or a bad guy, but they couldn't get involved in this matter.

The hotel looks normal on the surface, but underneath it is a secret black trading place.

Commodities traded are not things or drugs, but people, delicate teenagers and girls.

If this is discovered by the police looking for young people, or by personnel of other institutions, everyone here will be shot.

The two inside and outside the counter became more and more frightened as they thought about it, wishing they could kick people out.

The aunt swallowed, "Little brother, can you just say something."

Fang Zhuo, "Auntie, I really have nowhere to go."

Aunt wanted to cry, she should have turned around and left when the young man was on guard earlier.

The woman at the counter calmed down a little, "Why don't you, Miss Zhang, take him to live in our branch."

The aunt was wondering where the branch came from, when she touched the woman's cramp eyes, she suddenly realized, "Okay, okay, little brother, I'll take you to live somewhere else."

Fang Zhuo followed silently and quietly wrote down the route, but as soon as he arrived in the downtown area, the aunt disappeared.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

This is what lost him.

"Hello." There was a sudden pat on the shoulder.

Fang Zhuo turned around and met the one who killed Matt, the little gangster who was holding a toothpick at the door of the hotel before.

The little gangster narrowed his eyes slightly, and subconsciously touched the piece of paper in his butt pocket, "It's going to be dark soon, you can't check in any hotel without an ID card."

After thinking for a while, he added, "Of course, except for the black shop just now."

Fang Zhuo asked, "Is there really a curfew?"

"of course."

"Aren't you with them?" Fang Zhuo carefully observed the little gangster's expression.

"Although I'm not doing a proper job, I'm not doing that kind of immoral thing." The little gangster's expression changed suddenly, "You know they're not clean?"

"Guess." Fang Zhuo put his hands in his pockets, and when he passed the place with the eyes of the sky, he raised his hands and waved.

These things are all connected to the Internet, maybe after Gu Chen sees them, he will come to pick him up.

The little gangster followed closely, "I'll take you to my house."

This is a golden bump, and it has to be hidden first.

"No." Fang Zhuo waited for the signal light with his hands crossed.

Thirty seconds later, when the red light turned green, he raised his foot and walked forward to cross the road. When he turned the corner, his eyes suddenly stopped and he fell straight to a small restaurant not far away.

There is a cage at the entrance of the restaurant, and a chicken is squatting in the cage.

It's a rooster.

The feathers of the big rooster were dimmed, the comb was drooping, and the eyelids were half-drooped, looking like it was dying.

The little gangster followed Fang Zhuo's eyes, "Hungry?"

Fang Zhuo pointed to it, "That chicken..." looked familiar.

Especially the double black bean eyes.

The little bastard followed his golden bump to the outside of the house of flies.

The big rooster seemed to feel something, straightened its neck suddenly, opened its small yellow beak wide, then flapped its wings and jumped wildly in the cage.

The little gangster was dumbfounded, "Crazy, crazy."

Fang Zhuo glared at him, "I'm happy."

The big rooster agreed and clucked twice.

Fang Zhuo stretched his fingers into the cage, gently scratched the big cock's beak, and smiled, "Wait for me to come back."

"Hey, what are you doing?" The little gangster frowned, and impatiently grabbed the young man who was walking in.

The owner of the restaurant has been sitting with his legs crossed to watch the situation outside.

He came out, saw that the clothes of the two people did not look like rich people, and clicked his tongue impatiently, "It's not business hours now."

"Boss, how do you sell that chicken outside?" Fang Zhuo asked.

The boss sneered, "Want to buy?"

Fang Zhuo nodded.

The boss thought it was interesting, walked to the side of the cage, kicked it, the big rooster in it clucked in fright, and lost a few feathers.

Fang Zhuo frowned, his face was not very good-looking.

The boss folded his arms, "This little bastard stole a lot of rice from me. I originally planned to slaughter it for drinking today, but if you want to buy it, it's not impossible... You give this number."

Fang Zhuo didn't understand how much he meant, and was still thinking about it.

The little gangster standing behind him couldn't hold back anymore, "Why don't you grab it!"

The boss hated the pheasant he didn't know where it came from. Not only did he steal food from his back kitchen, he even pecked him a few times when he was caught, which was very painful.

In the past two days, he kicked the chicken coop a few times from time to time to vent his anger. The originally depressed mood due to bad business was soon relieved.No wonder some people like to abuse cats and dogs.

The price just now was just a casual remark, if it was sold, it would be a waste of money.

If you can't sell it, just keep it and continue to torture it, anyway, I've been busy recently.

He hooked the cage with his feet, looked at Fang Zhuo, "Do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, go quickly, don't block me from doing business."

"Buy." Fang Zhuo's tone was straightforward, and he turned to look at the little gangster, "Lend me some money, and I will pay you back as soon as possible."

The little gangster stared, "You are crazy, this little bastard is not worth the price at all, he cheated on you."

Fang Zhuo looked at him stubbornly, obviously not listening.

The little gangster sighed, well, who makes people have golden bumps.

Reluctantly, he took out his wallet and took out a few banknotes to give to the boss, his face darker than pot ashes.

The boss didn't expect the two of them to have such a good time. He scolded a fool in his heart, put the money in his pocket, opened the iron cage, pinched the big rooster's wings, and threw it to Fang Zhuo.

"This thing pecks, be careful."

Fang Zhuo hugged the big rooster in his arms, his heart ached so much, he lightly poked the limp red rooster's comb, "Let's go, I'll take you to find the golden thigh."