I made a fortune from plastic surgery

In the back alley of the relief center, a man was huddled in a corner, wrapped in a dilapidated big blue coat, his hands were moving constantly, and he lowered his head and cursed: "Fuck, a bunch of dogs who look down on people, if I hadn't told you, You will never be able to catch that old guy in this lifetime..."

The man faced the corner and kept counting the white cards he got today. He agreed to give one hundred cards, but those shameless grandsons only gave him thirty cards. The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he spat on the ground He cursed again: "Fuck!"

When he was halfway through the count, his hands suddenly trembled and his back felt cold. At some point, there were two tall men standing behind him, looking very unfriendly. Fortunately, he knew one of the men.

"Doctor, why did you come here..." The man was a little guilty and afraid when he said this, he still didn't dare to look up at Liu Jun, "Shouldn't you stay at the iron warehouse?"

Liu Jun looked at the man condescendingly, as if he had no impression of him.

Seeing that Liu Jun didn't answer, the man stretched out his hand and shook it under Liu Jun's nose: "You sewed my hand."

Oh, Liu Jun remembered, the man who scolded Zhou Xiaotian was also a severe "addiction" patient.

It just so happened that Liu Jun could solve his own problem, so Liu Jun was not polite. He asked, "Where can I buy that thing?" Liu Jun subconsciously held his breath. The flowers are blooming brightly.

The man understood, so he dared to sneak a glance at Liu Jun: "The doctor said it was 'golden powder'." He looked envious again, and hurriedly pulled his eyes away, "Today, that kid just swallowed a 'golden ball', I am so envious gone."

"If a doctor wants to buy gold materials, he'd better go to the back garden of the almshouse and find Lecturer Bai, who is the one with the gold box hanging around his neck." The man smacked his lips and added, "It's just gold materials or gold balls, the price doesn't matter. It’s cheap, the doctor had better prepare more money.”

Liu Jun glanced at the white cards under the man, when did this man become so rich?At the beginning, he didn't even pay the consultation fee.

Seeing Liu Jun's gaze, the man immediately put his hands together on the ground, hid the white card under his body, and dodged his eyes: "Recently, I did a little business and made some money. Next time I go to see a doctor, I will definitely pay for it."

Liu Jun and Xie Yubei didn't communicate with the man after getting the information they wanted, and turned to leave.

The man looked at Liu Jun's back, his eyes instantly became vicious and innocent, there would be no next time.

He spat on the ground again, the saliva was mixed with blood, he ignored it, put the white card away, and muttered: "Money, money, my money."

According to the man's description, Liu Jun and Xie Yubei easily found Lecturer Bai in the back garden of the relief center.

There are many long flower beds in the back garden, only a few of the flowers in them have sprouted, and a few flowers bloom sporadically.

And in the gazebo in the back garden, a man sat on the top of the steps, and a group of people sat densely underground, listening to his nonsense.

Curls of white smoke floated from behind him, and those ragged people on the ground all looked calm and looked at Lecturer Bai obsessively.

"Master, someone came to you and said it was a big deal." Lecturer Bai frowned, and smiled compassionately at the people who were sitting below like bereaved dogs, "That's all for today's blessing, I hope the Lord of the fortress will favor you tomorrow to you."

"Where is the person who wants to talk about business?" Lecturer Bai showed joy. He heard from the attendant that the guest this time is a gold card holder. Doesn't this make him a lot of money?

Lecturer Bai saw Xie Yubei sitting on the stone bench in the distance at a glance. He glanced at the things on the table, which were chocolate biscuits that choked his throat. The back kitchen makes some cream cakes, and brings a jug of freshly squeezed juice, and doesn't look at the guests received today."

"May I ask what you call Mr.?" Lecturer Bai sat opposite Xie Yubei, and while looking at Xie Yubei, he tried his best to get close to him.

"Thanks."

"Mr. Xie, where did you hear about my small business?" Lecturer Bai is not a ignorant person, he needs to know something before revealing his cards.

Xie Yubei took out a gold card and put it on the stone table calmly: "Mrs. Stone of the Tower."

Lecturer Bai's eyes lit up, and he laughed immediately: "Mrs. Shi is our loyal customer. Since Mrs. Shi introduced Mr. Xie, I have to give Mr. Xie a discount. How about a [-]% discount?" His His eyes lingered on Jin Ka and Xie Yubei all the time.

"It's not me doing business with you." Xie Yubei's eyes suddenly changed, as if the sun was shining in his eyes, melting the ice, and his tone softened a little, "It's him."

The change in Xie Yubei made Lecturer Bai go crazy. He tried hard to find his voice and said, "Mr. Xie is joking, aren't you the only one here?"

A piece of cold thing pressed against the back of his neck, Lecturer Bai froze on the seat, and the infatuation with Xie Yubei just now disappeared completely. He squinted his eyes, trying to make himself look unruffled: "You are not here for business, what are you here for?"

Mr. Xie who was opposite him didn't speak, and the ghost-like guy behind him spoke slowly: "Where's Jian Li?"

"What Jane, what Li, I don't know."

Liu Jun pulled the trigger, he didn't like to repeat what he said: "Say."

The hairs on the back of Lecturer Bai's neck stood up instantly, and he began to stammer: "In...in the basement of the tomb over there, he knows too much, I have to get rid of him."

The reporter buzzed around him like a fly, looking around, and today he appeared directly in front of him, and ignored him. He felt that it was time to get rid of the fly.

Liu Jun gave Xie Yubei a look. Xie Yubei got up and walked in front of Lecturer Bai, holding the gun in Liu Jun's hand, and said to Liu Jun, "Be careful, call me if you need something."

"Don't worry, this place can't stop me." Liu Jun glanced at the catacombs surrounded by iron fences. It was just a place where a bunch of dead people lived. He didn't think it was scary, so he told Xie Yubei: " Look after him."

This man was Liu Jun's bargaining chip in gaining the trust of the material officer and getting close to Lin Yayin.

"Ah."

As expected of the catacombs, there is an old and corrupt smell, and you can hear the sound of spiders slowly weaving their webs if you hold your breath.

Liu Jun had already descended the steps to the bottom of the tomb, and the tightly wrapped corpses were placed in the excavated holes, like two brothers bunk each other.

He doesn't understand why human beings don't bury or cremate, but choose this laborious and time-consuming ancient burial method.

What was even more strange was that after Liu Jun left for a while, he saw a row of wine racks and tables, chairs and beds for people to rest at a certain corner.

Liu Jun: "..."

How could a living person dare to rest in this place?

On the uneven stone table, something like a diary was spread out.

Liu Jun took out the pen he carried with him, and by the candlelight, he flipped through the pages one after another.

[Too many people died today, my back hurts from being a dummy, I'm going to drink a bottle of wine to reward myself tonight. 】

[A group of idiots, their relatives were fed to zombies, and they come here every day to pay homage to their relatives, really stupid. 】

[Bai Guocheng is worthy of being a lecturer. As long as the corpses are not burned, there will be a steady stream of people taking the bait, and the supply of corpses will not be cut off. An old fox is an old fox. 】

The last few pages of the book are full of names and burial dates.

Liu Jun's complexion looked very gloomy under the firelight. He understood the sense of disobedience in this cemetery, and there was no smell of corpses.

He wrapped the diary with the gauze next to it, stuffed it into his arms, walked to a wall, pulled out a corpse wrapped like a mummy, and slowly picked apart the gauze with a pen.

"Tsk." Liu Jun's voice echoed in the tomb, and he covered it up with gauze rather disgustingly.

As stated in the diary, there is no corpse at all inside, but a wooden man poured with concrete, accepting the crying and worship of the widow as a dead person.

This place is not only the birthplace of evil, but also the place where human suffering rests, but it cannot escape the word nausea.

As Liu Jun continued to walk deeper, the smell in the air gradually changed, it was no longer the stale smell, but the smell of living life.

Across the stone prison, even for a moment, Liu Jun suddenly returned to the warehouse where Fourteen stayed, but the current one is dirtier, messier and worse than the warehouse.

More than a dozen old and young crowded together, filling the stone prison to the brim. Everyone's skin was festered, their teeth were sparse, and they looked at Liu Jun with natural malice.

Hopeless.

Liu Jun inexplicably remembered Zhou Qinghe's words, if this place continues like this, it is indeed hopeless.

Passing by seven or eight similar stone prisons, Jian Li's aura gradually became stronger.

The breath on Jian Li's body is quite similar to that of the sea, and it is particularly eye-catching among the sweet and greasy smells.

However, this breath is getting weaker and weaker now, Liu Jun is standing in front of an iron gate, he is sure that Jian Li is behind this airtight iron gate.

An iron lock the size of a fist fell on the door, as if what was locked inside was not a human being but a man-eating monster.

Just as Liu Jun grasped the iron lock, there was the sound of running impatiently and panting behind him: "Don't move! Who are you! Turn around!"

"I'll say it again, turn around!" The cemetery spectator didn't go to explain, but when he came back, he found that a corpse had moved, and his diary was gone.

Even the trash kept in the deep place was getting louder and louder than the other. He was so angry that he picked up his gun and rushed into the deep place. Sure enough, the guy who sneaked in was here.

Liu Jun exerted a little force on his hand, and the iron lock was deformed in his hand.

The footsteps of the man behind him were suspended, smelling heavily of alcohol. Liu Jun turned the pen in his hand, feeling the man's violent breathing. Such a loud breathing sound was equivalent to the existence of a locator.

"Hey…"

With a thud, the gun in the man's hand fell to the ground, and the back of his hand was chipped off by a ballpoint pen, and the bones could even be seen. The pain caused him tears and snot, and he rolled on the ground.

The tomb-watcher only saw a pair of clean sneakers standing in front of his eyes, felt a pain in the back of his neck, and lost consciousness.

Liu Jun threw the spear and gun aside, the butt of the gun is a good thing to hit people.

He returned to the iron door again, and the smell of the sea inside had completely disappeared, replaced by a sweet and greasy aroma so strong that it would make men sick.

But Jian Li's eyes that were always clear and bright were blurry, he was like a childish child, sitting in the haystack, smiling like a fool, and said to Liu Jun, "You're here."

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