Long live money

No one knows the reason, but the result is already doomed. This time, the government caught the fire, and no one can escape from this incident.

The gang is over, instead of hanging on a tree, why not think about it, in the future, there will be no gangs here, and it will become a peaceful neighborhood, how will these thugs survive!

Everyone, except for two people with different styles of painting, was concerned about the progress of the gang and worried about their own fate. Only Mo Mo and Jenny's mother remained the same.

Mo Mo concentrated on playing with mud, while the woman watched curiously.

After making the shape, Mo Mo picked up some dead branches and lit a fire directly in the small courtyard. Under normal circumstances, someone would definitely come to make trouble, but now no one cares about what this kid Mo Mo is doing.

What Mo Mo did was also very simple. He just boiled the clay buns he made until they were hardened.

"Wang!"

At this time, Kate finally couldn't help screaming, the people around were in a state of commotion, and even her dog heart, which was unwilling to be lonely, also became agitated. It was Mo Mo who could bear it until now. Well-trained performance too.

Mo Mo heard the sound and looked, and sure enough, Kate didn't call it casually, because Kate saw an acquaintance.

Tabloid reporter Wales.

His complexion is not very good, a little gray, after all, there are gunshots and explosions in the distance, and those who can not change their colors in this state are all monsters.

Wales looked at Momo, the child in front of him was a monster, a little monster.

Under normal circumstances, he would never dare to deal with Mo Mo. Who knows what possessed Mo Mo. If it was really a monster, wouldn't he go to hell if he dealt with monsters?

But now, he has no choice. He urgently needs to write something to prove that he can continue to work as a reporter, and he also happened to find an article that can be said to be legendary.

"Good morning, little gentleman, are you playing pottery?"

"Good morning, Mr. Wales, I'm just idle and bored. Is there anything you can do with me, sir?"

"Ah, so it is!"

Wales held a box in his hand. He opened the box, and there were sheets of paper inside. Each sheet of paper had traces of wrinkles, as if it had been re-stretched from the paper ball.

Wales came to Momo's side, squatted down, and Kate leaned over to the dog's head, looking curiously at the paper in the box.

"I have an apple tree in the backyard, and last night I accidentally discovered that Kate had buried something there. I dug it out and it turned out to be these papers."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to check your privacy, but I was just curious about what it was. Then I saw a legendary experience, and the gunfire there today proves it."

"So, boy, can you allow me to interview you, I think your story should be written, an autobiography, this is the modern story of the prince's revenge, and you are old enough to attract everyone's attention."

Welsh licked his lips, the greed in his eyes could hardly be suppressed, and said: "At that time, all of this can provide you with considerable income, and I, Welsh, a senior reporter, I only need to share a part of it, what do you think? Can you?"

Wales dared not have the slightest intention to deceive this child, because this child is a devil, if he deceives this child, this child will definitely find it back in other places in his life.

"It was discovered...then there is no other way."

Momo looked very annoyed, then immediately smiled, looked at Wales, and said: "Mr. Wales, to be honest, I can give you all the rights and benefits of running everything. I don't want anything, just two condition."

Wells opened his mouth wide. He hardly believed such a generous condition. He believed that Momo was a devil, and he would rather believe that he was trading with the devil.

"What condition?" Wales clenched his teeth, he dare not accept this condition, but the temptation is too great, in case Mo Mo's biography is popular, as long as it is popular for one year, it will be enough for him to eat for several years up.

"Listen, Mr. Xiao, you must make all the conditions clear. I will never accept any vague conditions."

59 The results are not right or wrong

Mo Mo shook his head slightly, and said: "The condition is very simple. The first condition is that the little hostess here, Jenny, wants to find a job. I think Mr. Wales can help a 16-year-old girl find a decent job, right?"

Wales frowned. This was really not a difficult task for him. Although he was down and out, the network of reporters was here. Besides, a 16-year-old girl could only work part-time, so it was basically not difficult.

"I can agree to this, but I can only promise to help her find a job, but it depends on her whether she can continue."

"That's enough. As for the second condition, please don't use my real name."

Wales was taken aback, and then said in a hoarse voice: "How can this work? How can your biography not use your name? If this is the case, wouldn't it become a fiction?"

"First of all, Mr. Wales, I'm a black household, and it doesn't make any sense for you to use a name. Secondly, as long as someone proves my authenticity, I can use any name."

Welsh sub-spoken, said: "But, who can prove you, you must have enough weight, such a person..."

"Bob will do."

"Bob? That stinky bum, are you kidding me, Mr. Little?"

Momo shrugged, and then pointed behind Welsh. Welsh turned around in astonishment and saw Bob with a beard in an FBI uniform.

"Are you questioning me, Wales?"

Wales opened his mouth wide, and dropped all the small wooden boxes in his hands as treasures on the ground. He pointed at Bob, speechless.

"Don't you know? I'm Bob, Bob the homeless man. Don't you think that I might be a policeman, a policeman who has been lurking for two years?"

Still in shock, Wales nodded quickly.

"Really?"

"real!"

"Really didn't find anything?"

"Really do not have!"

Wales felt that he was being made things difficult, but Bob didn't pay attention to what Wales meant. Instead, he gave Mo Mo a blank look, as if to say, how do you know this, you little brat?

Mo Mo smiled slightly and said, "I invited you to dinner several times, but you were drunk."

Bob patted his head in pain, he finally remembered such a thing, but Momo was only a ten-year-old child at that time, and a ten-year-old child felt sorry for him, a homeless man who bought food and came to see him, He was moved and happy, so he drank a little more...

But who knew this kid was a demon?

"Okay, Wales, you want to write your tabloid? Yes, go ahead and write it, but I won't prove it to you, and this kid has done nothing. What you have in your hand is just this dead dog. You know where to pick up the garbage that you used to treat as a baby!"

"As for the details of the whole case, you can write, but you have to know that there are some things that our FBI wants to keep secret. Once you leak the secret, I will come to buy you coffee!"

After finishing speaking, Bob pulled Momo up, leaving Wales stunned from heaven to hell.

"Hey, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

Wales yelled, but he absolutely didn't dare to do anything to Bob right now. He was even afraid of Bob the homeless man, let alone FBI Bob.

Bob pulled Momo into the police car and asked Momo to sit down. The police car was driven by Bob alone.

"Okay, little devil, tell me what you did."

"Nothing, Mr. Inspector, I was just playing a little prank, the black sausage prank."

"But your prank directly ignited the flames of two groups of people, and now we are suppressing it. It was a real battle with live ammunition, and even some of us started to get injured!"

"It's impossible for anyone to think of all this, sir."

Mo Mo lowered his head slightly, his expression remained the same, but Bob's expression was not good-looking. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "You are right, boy, no one would have thought of these things. You were only entrusted to use gunpowder I made some black sausage, I asked you the same way, others asked you the same way, you didn’t know anything from the beginning to the end.”

"You're just an ordinary kid, understand?"

The corners of Mo Mo's eyes were slightly wet, and he naturally understood what Bob meant. Bob was afraid that things would really be exposed, and Mo Mo couldn't withstand the pressure from the outside world, whether it was from the police or public opinion.

"Yes, sir, you are right."

Hearing this, Bob breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You shouldn't have gone to that Welsh, and it took so much effort. As long as he has money, he will give everything away. You want to find a job for Jenny? No Questions, I'll find her, and I know as many people as Wales."

"But now you should think about yourself first, what should you do?"

"Did you know that your father has been shot and taken prisoner, Ham was shot in the head by your father, and the rest of the people are also fighting in the corner. It is only a matter of time before the whole gang is destroyed. What will you do after that? You put your own father in jail, you got Jenny's father shot in the head, and then you really have nowhere to go."

After Bob finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that Mo Mo's face was terribly pale. He suddenly realized something and said, "Wait, little bastard, you don't know that Jenny's father is Ham, right?"

Mo Mo opened his mouth wide, he really didn't know.

"Oh fuck!"

Bob covered his mouth and said, "You're still too young, brat. As I said, no one is clean on this street. Although Ham and Jenny's mother divorced long ago, he is indeed Jenny's father. Ham has such a feud with your father, not just over a hand, but a man's death, George!"

"I... really don't know, I was negligent, I should... should..."

"Okay, bastard, forget all this, we said just now, this is none of your business, the murderer is also your father, he will only stay in prison for the rest of his life, listen to me, don't close your business!"

Covering Momo's cheeks with thick fingers, Bob said, "Compared to these, you should think about your own affairs. The main purpose of my coming today is to ask you, if someone wants to adopt you, do you agree?" ..."

Momo looked at Bob and the sincerity on Bob's face, shook his head slightly, and said, "I haven't made up my mind before, but now, I have decided. Please help send me back to my country. I want to go back to China." home."

"Home, that's not your home, there's no one left!"

"At least...it's still my country, I want to grow up there, please, Uncle Bob."

Bob looked at the tears that Mo Mo was holding back forcibly, nodded, and said: "Well, boy, a guy like you can really make decisions for himself. Uncle Bob will tell you one last thing, if you do something, do it , the man will bear the result, the result is not right or wrong, understand?"

Mo Mo nodded and got out of the car. Then he was in a trance and didn't know what he was doing. It wasn't until it was dark that Jenny returned home and threw herself into his arms. Mo Mo woke up a little.

"Jenny...what's the matter..."

"No, woo, I..."

Jenny hugged Momo and sobbed, tears wet Momo's shoulders, but she didn't say the reason, even though Momo knew the reason.

"Sorry." Momo whispered. "

Jenny shook her head and said, "Why are you apologizing to me? It's none of your business. How are you doing compared to me? Do you know any news about your father?"

"Abducted by the police."

When Jenny heard this, she looked at Mo Mo nervously and said, "Aren't you sad?"

Mo Mo shook his head and said, "he was arrested because of his crime."

"But he is your father!"

"Don't you hate your father too?"

Jenny pursed her lips, looked at Mo Mo in surprise, but nodded, and said, "Yes..."

The two were silent, but they both knew that what they said was insincere.

"I made fireworks. Want to see them? They are the oldest fireworks in China."

"fireworks?"

Under Jenny's puzzled eyes, Mo Mo took out the steamed bread made during the day, which had been stuffed with gunpowder and added a lot of metal particles. This is the most old-fashioned fireworks.

Mo Mo clicked on the fuze, and a tongue of flame began to shoot out from the hole on the top of Wowotou, and the small metal particles formed a spark-like light due to the violent combustion, dancing in mid-air.

"You... are amazing. You seem to be able to do everything and know everything. In fact, I admire you very much. If I am as powerful as you, I will definitely make my mother's life better."

"Listen," Jenny hesitated, and said, "Didn't you always want my mother to be your mother? Now your father has also had an accident. I was notified just now that I have found a job. So, You can actually live with us in the future, the gang is gone, we can live as ordinary people, maybe... you can also be called mother in the future..."

Jenny blushed a little more on her face, and her movements were a little awkward. She was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Mo Mo.What she said was very cryptic, but she knew that Mo Mo would understand.

"...in two days, I will be sent back to my country. Bob asked me if I would like to stay, and I said no."

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, Jenny slapped Mo Mo subconsciously, and then she was slapped as if it was her, and her tears could not be stopped again.

"sorry."

The one who apologized was Mo Mo who was beaten.

Jenny stared at Mo Mo, as if she wanted to keep Mo Mo's face in her heart forever, she pulled Mo Mo's collar suddenly, and then kissed Mo Mo.The jerky she just subconsciously followed the method told by others, messing up Mo Mo's mouth.

After a long time, Jenny let go of Mo Mo, her face was red, her breathing was short, and she said, "Even if you leave, I will let you remember me. Come in later, to my room!"

After finishing all this, Jenny ran into the house with a blushing face, leaving only Momo alone, looking at the Wowotou fireworks that had been sprayed out of gunpowder and left only the last tongue of flame.

"ended."

Hei Xueji, who had been watching silently, suddenly heard a woman's voice again, and at the same time, as if in response to the woman's voice, the color of the entire world suddenly began to reverse.

The red in the sky fell, the surrounding yellow began to condense, white and blue floated out of the room, and a wave of black floated in the distance. The five colors were mixed together, intertwined and converged, and something was gradually forming from inside.

Unfortunately, Hei Xueji didn't see the result, but opened her eyes suddenly.

The surroundings were the rooms she was familiar with.

60 Alaya: I can only help you so far

A little sunlight seeped through the window, it was the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

Hei Xueji, who opened her eyes, was dazed for a few seconds. Her memory did not disappear because she woke up, because it was not her dream, she was just a bystander, which was equivalent to watching a long feature film.

"Momo..."

Hei Xueji turned her head slightly, and Mo Mo was beside her, still sleeping soundly, her expression finally no longer frowning, after all, that dream was finally over.