It’s impossible to find a job. I didn’t finish high school and I was under 18 years old. I was too fat to move bricks. I can only survive by rubbing mahjong. , Speaks nicely, Shi Jin super likes to be in it.
"Take it yourself, I'm crazy!" Shijin threw out an eight-tube arrogantly, pushed the cards, and smiled at the wailing card friends, "Thank you bosses, call me whenever you need it, I'll be six o'clock. It was before." After speaking, he looked at the old man standing behind him and his smile became more pleasing, "Uncle Huang, I will help you win money."
Uncle Huang, who happened to see the scene of his hustle and bustle, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, boasting: "You kid is the reincarnation of the sparrow god. You can win the fight for anyone. Give it, today's hard work." When he passed the table, he paid in the money he had just won, and drew out two red tickets and stuffed them into Shijin's hand.
Shi Jinxi smiled, and quickly took the money to thank him, got up and said, "Uncle Huang, you guys continue to play, I'll go out first."
"Go go." Uncle Huang smiled and waved his hand, watched him leave and sat down at the table, happily continuing his hand.
…
Busy till six o'clock, Shi Jin picked up the ingredients he bought and dangled on the bus on the ground.
At this time, it has been more than a month since he escaped from the hospital. During this time, he moved to many cities, worked as a small laborer, set up a street stall, bought lottery tickets, and relied on tenacious perseverance to survive the poorest one. After half a month, after careful consideration, I hid in Province Y, which is located on the border of China, and found a mahjong club to help a casual card friend on the court.
Although the work environment is more complicated and the income is not stable, fortunately, he can withdraw and leave at any time. There is no need for capital or formal written registration. This is suitable for the situation where he needs to hide his traces at this time.
While making a living, he did not forget to pay attention to Shijia's situation. Swiss Bank is a big company, and the change of management is big news. Shijin can read a lot of news about Shijia by flipping through the international financial news. .
Unsurprisingly, after he gave up his inheritance, Shi Weichong strongly settled in Ruixing, using thunder means to suppress the small actions of Deputy Dong Xu Tianhua, and became the new president of Ruixing. At this time, the outside world finally learned that this upstart business man who has shined in China in recent years is actually the son of business predator Shi Xingrui.
"Shi Weichong is really good indeed. It took only a month to get Shi Xingrui's old department. How can I fight it." Shijin poked his newly bought cellphone and looked at the aggressive Shi Weichong in the news photos. , He touched his scarred arm in fear.
Xiaodie's intimate comfort: "After Shi Weichong has thoroughly mastered Ruixing, your death value has dropped to 880."
"This is the only good news." Shi Jin turned off the news and sighed quietly as he looked at the retrograde street view outside the window.
After no longer hanging the knife behind his neck, he spent a little time getting to know the world in this book. As a result, I don’t know or don’t know. Once I understand it, I’m scared. Although the background of the world in this book is the same as the world in which he lives, there are some subtle differences in some details, such as the Hua Guo in the book. Guns, and allow certain violent organizations to exist legally.
This is unbelievable to him. You must know that when he was a police officer in his previous life, not all police officers could be equipped with guns.
"Jin Jin, when are you going to contact your five brothers again?" Xiao Death asked suddenly.
Shi Jin regained his senses, and thought for a while and replied: "At least after the death value drops to around 700, leave each brother with more than 50 chances of making mistakes, otherwise it is too unsafe."
"How are you going to drop?"
"I have to plan again for this." Shijin replied. He had come up with a way to defeat them one by one, but he still needed to refine them slowly. After all, he was seeking skin with a tiger, and self-rescue was a sloppy matter.
"That, that..." Xiao Death suddenly stammered, and said in a low voice: "Then I am idle anyway, should we take the time to find the owner of another progress bar?"
Shijin was taken aback for a moment, glanced at another progress bar in his head that was showing inactive, smashed it, smashed his mouth, nodded very simply, "Yes, how can you find that baby, do you have a clue?" If the end of the world has fallen into disrepair, it is not bad to find out the other hapless sufferer first, so that there will be more companions on the way to self-help.
"Wow, wow, it's nice to get in! I'm tired of love! I want to give you monkeys!" Xiao Di was incoherent with excitement.
Shijin looked sad: "You are a good system, but I really can't stand up to you, so... I'm sorry!"
Little death: "..."
After a little skinny, Shi Jin was embarrassed and asked: "You haven't said how to find that baby in your family. Give some clues or hints. I will work hard."
Xiao Di's voice was mechanical and numb: "Fate."
"What?" Shijin didn't understand.
"Find clues and tips for my baby-fate." Xiao Death explained.
"..." Shi Jin was choked and confirmed, "Are you serious?"
Xiao Di: "It's more real than your own touch today."
Shi Jin: "..."
alright.
He continued to look out the window with his vicissitudes of life, only feeling that the future was bleak.
When it was getting dark, the bus finally drove to the terminal-in front of a dilapidated park on the verge of desertion.
Shi Jin got off the car with the ingredients, walked around the gate of the park, turned up the hill behind the park, and entered a small bungalow on the mountainside.
He discovered this house by accident. It is located on the mountainside. It has a dilapidated appearance and is surrounded by weeds. The facilities inside are very complete. There are beds, tables, kitchenware, all water and electricity, and there is a separate bathroom in the basement. If you ignore the surrounding environment, It's still very comfortable to live in.
According to the guardian of the park, this house was used by the former mountain ranger. Later, several large mountains next to the hill were all covered by a wealthy man to plant fruit trees. The orchard owner sent the mountain ranger away and the house was abandoned. Up.
Shi Jin was very poor. After confirming that the house is now unowned, he moved in with a few luggage.
Today’s income is good. Uncle Huang, who always needs to leave from time to time to pick up his granddaughter/to pick up his grandson/go home to feed the cat/to open the door to walk the dog, took care of his business several times. good.
To collect the money earned, Shijin first simply made a bowl of noodles to cushion his belly, then slaughtered the pheasant he caught yesterday on the mountain, filled the chicken belly with the spice side dishes bought today, and threw it into the soup pot over a low fire. It was stewed, and fell on the bed contentedly.
When the chicken was well, he fell asleep unconsciously, half of his dream, but suddenly he was awakened by the little death: "Go in, some people are coming, several, they look a little sneaky."
Shijin immediately became sober, put the cucumber pillow with all his belongings and documents under the bed and hid it, then turned off the light in the house, walked gently to the door of the house, took out the dagger he bought, held it in his hand, and walked through the door. Look out.
A dark green pupil faced him across the door, cold, like the eyes of a beast.
Shijin was startled, before he waited for a reaction, there was a strong wind suddenly behind him, and immediately after his neck hurt, he didn't know anything.
Before the coma, he had only one thought in his mind—so hungry, his pheasant soup!
…
When he woke up again, Shijin found that he was being dragged by someone like a dead dog and sent to a well-decorated living room.
Several people stood in the hall. Seeing him being dragged in, the leader asked indifferently, "Are you awake?"
"Come on, Lao Li has a sense of measure." The man who dragged Shijin replied.
"Go down." The questioning man waved his hand.
"Yes." The man who was dragging Shijin turned and left. There was no cover, Shijin finally saw the person standing not far away.
Those were three men, all tall, ordinary or simple or gentle, all of them were not vigilant in the crowd. The clothes they wore were the same as neat work clothes, military green, and chest. There is also a small banana pattern printed on her pocket, underneath the pattern is embroidered with the words "Hua Hua Orchard".
Shi Jinfu reached his soul and shouted: "I was wronged! I didn't steal your fruit! Believe me, I am a good person!"
Just about to say aloud to remind him of the bad death: "..."
The atmosphere froze for a while. The gentle-faced man who had been interrogating before twitched his cheeks, stepped on Shijin's chest, pressed hard, and asked Shen Shen, "Say, who sent you here!"
With this kick completely confiscated, Shijin snorted, twisted his face and looked at the gentle face man above, inexplicably feeling that he was a little familiar, and after a closer look, he did not dare to say: "Are you... Uncle Huang?"
The old Huang in the mahjong hall is kind and generous. Although his hair is gray, he is very energetic, and his waist is always straight. There is no habit of other old people's squatting body unconsciously. The gentleman in front of him was young and energetic, completely different from the old Huang, but the police did not rely on age and appearance to recognize a person. Shijin quickly recognized the identity of the opponent through details such as bones and eyes.
After being spotted with a disguise, the gentle-faced man changed his eyes, reached out his hand to pinch Shijin’s chin, and shouted: "Don’t pretend to me! You approached me deliberately at the contact point, and then wandered around the base, revealing your identity and background. It's all fake, saying, what do you want to do, who sent you here!"
What point of contact? What base? Shijin was stupid, and immediately understood what misunderstanding might have occurred in it, and hurriedly explained: "I'm just a minor who is struggling to find a living, and I don't understand what you are talking about."
"I don't tell the truth until now. I really want to toast and not eat or fine wine." The gentle-faced man sneered, got up and took out a gun from his pocket, loaded the bullet and aimed it at Shijin's head, "I'll give it to you again. Chance, say something I want to hear."
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!
Shi Jin's eyes widened, and he realized the danger of the gun. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his brain was turning desperately—he should have been caught into the base of a certain boss, and he was mistakenly identified as an enemy spy. How to do how to do.
The long-silent little death sobbed: "Go in, the progress bar has started to rise, it's 900!"
Shijin suddenly wanted to cry too-everything counts, he can't even make a death threat by playing mahjong!
"Don't speak?" The man with gentle face squeezed the trigger with his finger and rubbed it lightly, "Give you three seconds, one..."
"Ah, it's 930!" Xiao Di screamed.
Why is it rising so fast!
Shijin's chest is tight and short of breath, so painful that he can't breathe.
"Two..." The gentle-faced man was still counting.
Xiao Di directly broke the sound: "950! 960! Come in!!!"
To die!
The more dangerous Shijin was, the calmer he became. The words "want to hear" that the gentle-faced man said repeatedly in his mind, flashed his inspiration, and shouted out when the gentle-faced man spoke again: "I am Ruixingxin. The brother of the president! Very worthy and troublesome background, you can't kill me!"
The gentle-faced man paused, moved the gun away, his eyes were suspicious: "Ruixing? Is it the one from abroad?"
Shi Jin nodded frantically.
The gentle-faced man moved his feet away, frowned, and looked in the direction where the other two companions were standing.
Shi Jin breathed a sigh of relief, coughed a few times while holding his chest to his side, and followed the direction where the gentle-faced man was looking. As a result, he couldn't help his eyes widening.
I saw where the gentle-faced man looked, and behind the other two men who had been standing still, a thin man in a wheelchair slipped out of his wheelchair. His skin was pale, his facial features were so delicate and glamorous, and there was a lifeless silence in the raised phoenix eyes. He was wearing a black silk robe, with unknown red petals embroidered on the corners of the robe, like blood spreading in the dark night.
He came to the embarrassed Shijin and asked softly, "Are you the youngest son of Shi Xingrui, Shijin?"
Shijin’s lips trembled, his eyes moved, from the hem of his clothes to his face, and finally stopped firmly on his head, looking at the gradually clear progress bar above his head, he wanted to cry and laugh, his expression was forbearing. I couldn't help twisting, and called out in a gaffe: "Baby!" Why are you here, and why are you on a reprieve!