The boss actually opened a cute new trumpet!

Su Buyu managed to help the boss tidy up the shop, and the boss took out a large bucket of water from the shop and splashed it on the ground, washing away the blood foam on the ground.

"Okay, it's finally finished, wait a moment, I'll cook for you again, this time I don't need money."

This time, the boss made him a vegetarian fried rice, and also gave him a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

The boss sat across from Su Buyu with a cigarette in his mouth, watching him eat bit by bit.

Su Buyu thought about it, and said slowly, "What? Want to get a tattoo?"

The boss smiled "Hey" and said, "What do I do with that tattoo? As far as our environment is concerned, I'm afraid of getting an infection after getting the tattoo, and dying."

Su Buyu didn't speak.

The boss knocked on the table, "This meal is treated as my invitation to you. Don't look at it at all, I have shown my best craftsmanship."

Su Buyu smiled "hehe", picked out the fried rice, and picked out a few eggshells from the egg soup.

The boss couldn't hold back his face, and coughed dryly: "What's the matter, I'm doing this for your own good, to supplement calcium."

Su Buyu: "..."

"I said, Xiao Tang, you've lost a lot of weight recently, which shows that you're dying of illness. If you want me to tell you, you've already saved enough money. Hurry up and find a black doctor to change your organs."

Su Buyu coughed a few more times, swallowed the blood and spit, and gave a faint "hmm".

It seems that there is a main mission?

The boss showed a trace of pity: "If you really don't have enough money, then I can lend you some, after all, we are regular customers."

Su Buyu was amused, but that thin and pale face didn't look very good when he smiled.

He immediately hit the snake with the stick: "Then trouble the boss to lend me some, and I will definitely return it."

What a fart, I don't know how long it will take for him to die.

The boss choked, waved his hand and said, "You're still so annoying!"

That being said, the boss still borrowed some money from Su Buyu.

Su Buyu asked the boss again for a flashlight: "I'm going home to find something before I go, but there's no electricity at home, so I can't see clearly."

The boss had to lend him his flashlight.

"Can you lend me another kitchen knife? The road is not smooth... Cough cough cough cough, look at how weak I am, I'm about to die."

The boss is going to be pissed off by him. He said with a straight face: "No! No! Nothing! What do you think of my place? A grocery store?"

Su Buyu clutched his chest and coughed vigorously, "Oh, I'm going to die, oh, it's so uncomfortable, cough——"

Originally, he was pretending, but as he coughed, he actually coughed. Su Buyu couldn't hold back for a while, and coughed up a lot of blood.

The boss jumped up suddenly: "Look at you messing up my table, how can you still eat! Forget it, forget it, here it is for you, take it all away! Take it all away!"

Su Buyu wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "Then I won't be polite."

boss:"……"

In the kitchen, Su Buyu took a small Japanese kitchen knife and pinned it to his waist, picked up a flashlight and a few iron skewers for grilling, and then wandered away.

The boss complained from behind: "It's my fault, you tuberculosis, don't come here again!"

Su Buyu laughed so furiously: "Don't worry, I will return it."

boss:"……"

When Su Buyu was far away, the boss returned to the store, sat down on the stool, his body was straight and motionless, his dark eyes suddenly flashed, and lines of code seemed to flow through them.

After a while, the code in his eyes disappeared.

The boss jumped up all of a sudden, and said to himself: "Why am I sitting here, I still have things to do."

……

Su Buyu went back to his room, turned on the flashlight and searched, but found nothing useful, only money hidden under the mattress and some needles for tattoos.

He took these two things away, locked the door again and went out.

Su Buyu knew that his luck had always been bad. Most of the reasons for his survival to the present were due to his own strength, but he never expected that under the requirements of this proving ground, his skills could not be used. The only usable item in the grid is the USB flash drive I got from the Zombie Proving Ground.

Even though he is extremely smart and powerful, he really doesn't know how to fight against the enemy with only a USB flash drive.

Therefore, we still have to start from the basics - we have to pick up junk in the proving ground again.

He put the needle in his pocket, pinned the iron stick to his waist, and only held a flashlight in his hand, and walked along the black and steep blackout path at the door.

There are children playing around on the side of the road, have you attracted any customers, are there women doing skin business sitting idle at the door picking their feet, there are also small gangsters in twos and threes, and there are also skinny skeletons who are squatting next to the sewer and injecting drugs People with rotten sores, in short, this is a place where the poor live.

Su Buyu couldn't help but look up.

The conditions on the upper floors should be better than here, right?

This is already the fourth floor, and I don't know what kind of purgatory the next three floors are.

Su Buyu continued to walk forward while thinking.

On the way, he met two groups of gangsters who wanted to rob him of his money, and they both made him blind with iron sticks.

Seeing that they were not testers, Su Buyu stabbed them in the heart again, and threw their bodies into the stinky ditch.

The reason why he dared to do this openly was because the law of the jungle was the law of survival here.

Along the way, he saw many robberies and murders, not to mention gangs of hooligans killing each other because of the territory grabbing. corpse.

There are no police here, isn't it just a dark jungle?

Su Buyu walked forward for a while, and saw a concrete staircase, but there were a few young punks playing cards sitting under the stairs, and there were iron bars, machetes and other things beside them.

Su Buyu stood not far away and watched for a while, and found a familiar figure walking over.

"Brother Tiger!"

"Hello Brother Tiger!"

The little gangster immediately greeted him respectfully.

Brother Hu asked sharply, "Did something happen?"

"Hey, who here doesn't know your reputation, Brother Hu, who dares to go upstairs without paying?"

Brother Hu gave a "hmm" and said, "From today onwards, everyone who wants to pay to go upstairs must bring them here to show me."

"Huh? So troublesome?"

Brother Hu took a deep look at the talking punk.

The little gangster was startled, and immediately said: "Yes, I must listen to Brother Hu."

Brother Hu nodded.

Another gangster approached with a hippie smile: "I don't know why Brother Hu would do this?"

Brother Hu snorted coldly: "This is out of your business."

"Oh--"

Brother Hu explained a few more words to them, then turned and left.

Su Buyu rolled up his trouser legs, squatted next to the sewer, picked up a cigarette butt next to him, and pretended to enjoy it with his head up.

When Brother Hu passed by him, he simply glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.

Su Buyu stared at Brother Hu's back, watching him move, as if he was not particularly on guard, not like a trialer entering a new trial field for the first time.

Under normal circumstances, the trialists who enter the new trial field will subconsciously remain vigilant against the unfamiliar environment. This is a physiological reaction, and everyone is no exception. Only the trialists who understand this can cover it up a little bit. .

Su Buyu rubbed his chin, thinking about Brother Hu's sudden change of order...Could it be that someone deliberately used Brother Hu to send wrong messages to the testers, so that other testers mistakenly thought that Brother Hu was the tester.

The reminder of the world did not say what would happen if you guessed wrong.

He guessed that if he guessed the identity of the tester wrongly, he would probably die.

Death is really a breeze in the difficult proving ground.

Therefore, the person who set up such a trap is really vicious and clever.

Su Buyu looked at the concrete steps again.

He squatted and waited for a while, and a little gangster stood up and moved his hands and feet.

"Hey, I'm thirsty and I'm going to buy a bottle of water. What do you want?"

"Bring me a pack of cigarettes."

"It's too hot here, and it's very stuffy here, just bring me a popsicle."

"Okay, let me invite the brothers."

The little punk staggered away, and the three punks stayed where they were.

One of the three shook his body, "Hey, I've been playing cards here for a long time, I'm going to take a pee, and before I go far, I'll go to the ditch."

He dragged his shoes and walked slowly towards Su Buyu.

Su Buyu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up a long, thin needle and held it in his hand.

He kept his head down.

The little gangster came over and smiled: "Hehe, there is another one who is skating. Damn, you are almost skinny, still skating...you will die if you play with this again!"

Su Buyu shook his head, looking like he was sucking~drug sucking high.

The little gangster couldn't help but stepped forward to kick him: "Hey, hey, are you still awake? Haha, come and take a look, there's an idiot here!"

He pointed at Su and said nothing, and greeted the remaining two.

Su Buyu endured his kick, and hid the needle with the needle in his palm.

The two stair guards were also bored, and naturally they all came over when they heard what the little gangster said.

The three surrounded him.

A little gangster said: "An ice skater's head will be burnt out. Even if you pee on him, he will think it's beer and will definitely drink it with his mouth open."

"Haha, let's try then, boy, take it, uncle's piss!"

The three of them lowered their heads and went to unzip their pants.

But Su Buyu stood up suddenly, plunged the needle in his hand into the neck of the first gangster, and pulled out a kitchen knife from the back of his waist, covered their mouths, and opened their tracheal arteries respectively.

The three of them fell into the stinky ditch, gas and blood leaking out of their trachea.

Su Buyu leaned on the wall and let out an earth-shattering cough, as if he was going to die before the three of them.

Su Buyu's body was terminally ill. It was hot and humid here, which made his body even more uncomfortable, but he had to squat here to avoid arousing their vigilance. Even if he wanted to cough, he had to hold back.

He coughed for a while, and the feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath intensified.

However, Su Buyu didn't dare to stay here. He searched the three people's belongings, and only found lighters, empty cigarette cases, and some odds and ends of money.

He didn't stay any longer, and hurried up the stairs, not even taking the machetes and sticks on the stairs for fear of arousing suspicion from the people upstairs.

He managed to climb up to the fifth floor, but there was a lot of light here.

However, the upward stairs are not near here.

Su Buyu coughed and said to himself: "My luck... How can I change it?"

I had no choice but to keep going.

Su Buyu covered his mouth and walked forward.

There are more entertainment places here, it seems to be the red light district, and the quality of men and women here is much higher than that downstairs.

"Hey buddy, are you coming to play?"

Su Buyu touched his sweat, but didn't make a sound.

"Hey, sister, stop shouting, this person looks like a person who has been hollowed out by alcohol, sex and drugs, and his pocket is cleaner than his face."

"That's not necessarily true. It's possible that someone with money will go upstairs to seek medical advice and make improvements?"

Su Buyu didn't say a word, shrugged his shoulders, and passed quickly with a mournful look.

However, halfway through, he was stopped by a big man again.

Robbery again?

Su Buyu put his hands behind his back calmly, and slowly raised his head, but what caught his eyes was a man's face with lipstick and eye shadow.

The man winked at Su Buyu, and deliberately said in a rough voice, "Come to play?"

Su Buyu: "..."

Get out of here.

Who is playing who!

When he was trying to get rid of this big man, he found that there was a big tall man in front of him who was also stopped by several men dressed as adult demons.

The man said slowly, "Don't, don't touch me."

Where does this mean rejection.

Those transgressors also thought so, and they rushed towards the man even more enthusiastically.

No... wait!

It is true that there is a person who is slow in doing everything, even slow in rejecting people.

Could it be him? !