There is no distinction between high and low in professions in this world, but people's hearts divide them into three, six or nine levels. Some people are thriving in the mud, while others are hiding in the gutter and watching the gloom.
A group of dusty men sat under the wall of the school playground. The youngest among them is only fifteen years old, and the oldest is already fifty-eight. The gray cement was pervasive, covering their hair, skin, coats, and trousers. Even a cough can stir up countless dust particles.
They are the lowest people in this society.
Most of them have never read a book and cannot even read Chinese characters. They dropped out of school at a young age and became craftsmen. From a young helper to a master, he then takes on a new apprentice, and so on.
The playground renovation project has finally come to an end. All we have to do is wait for the plastic to dry and test the results. It was rare for them to be lazy, sneaking under the wall to bask in the sun and puff out smoke. Behind the choking smoke were pairs of eyes that were numb and dull.
This group of men chatted with a different accent from Mandarin, mixed with vulgar and obscene color jokes, and occasionally pointed at young and beautiful female students wearing skirts in the school, and then burst into bursts of laughter.
"Damn, schoolgirls are so beautiful!"
"It's worth dying to sleep for once!"
"Go ahead and dream, you might as well go out and spend money to find two."
Just when everyone was chatting in full swing, a man with a big black mole at the corner of his mouth suddenly said out loud: "Female students are just like that. It's nothing strange after they have tasted it."
The co-worker looked at him in surprise, only to see that it was Hei Zhu who usually liked to brag: "Tsk, it sounds like you have slept with him."
Heizhu smiled, showing his yellow teeth, and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and took a long puff of the low-quality cigarette in his hand, as if he was reminiscing about some bloody memory, but he couldn't share it with others, so he had to stay alone and melancholy.
It was time for get out of class to end, and most of the students, except those preparing for the senior high school exams, ran out to get some fresh air. Jiang Weimian and others walked through the crowded playground and unexpectedly found a dozen masons squatting under the corner. They subconsciously stopped in their tracks.
He Man was dumbfounded: "There are so many people, who is the one?"
He was very smelly, the smell of cigarette smoke was choking, and his beard was very thorny. He beat Zhao Xi to death with a wrench. This is the murderer's condition given by Liao Qian.
Jiang Weimian slowly glanced at the group of men, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and said in a deep voice: "The first, fourth, and sixth ones are excluded. They don't have beards."
Chen Zuixing: "The second one can also be ruled out. He has no craving for cigarettes. When the co-worker smoked, he covered his nose and hid aside."
Jiang Weimian: "The third rule out is that he only has sawdust on his body. He is a carpenter, not a mason."
Qian Duoduo said quickly: "The tenth one can also be excluded. He is very old and has a very long and soft goatee. Just like my grandfather, this kind of beard is not prickly."
There are four people left: five, seven, eight, and nine.
Jiang Weimian's eyes fell on them, squinting at them for a moment, and after a moment, he walked forward directly. He put his hand into his coat pocket and stopped in front of the group of bricklayers. While pretending to take money, he said: "Master, I am the physical education teacher of the school. Something in the equipment room is broken. If any of you have a wrench, can you lend it to me?" Use it, I’ll give you one hundred yuan, and I’ll pay you back in two hours.”
These masons are responsible for different areas and have different tools in their hands. As soon as he heard that Jiang Weimian wanted to borrow a wrench for a hundred yuan, a man stood up and immediately started rummaging through his tool bag.
"I have it, I have it, I'll get you a wrench right now!"
The other person has no beard.
Jiang Weimian looked at the wrench handed to him, paused slightly while pretending to take the money, frowned without any trace, and for a moment he had no idea. At this moment, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Teacher Jiang, two of my wheels are broken. Can you help me borrow another wrench?"
Jiang Weimian looked back and saw that it was Shen Zuixing. She suddenly understood and deliberately followed his words and said, "But I don't know if they have more."
After saying that, he looked at the beardless mason and said, "Master, do you have any more wrenches? I'll give you another hundred yuan."
The mason scratched his head and scratched his head when he heard this. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and immediately looked at the man squatting in the corner: "Hey, Heizhu, I remember that you are responsible for installing the iron door. Do you have a wrench there?!"
Heizhu, who was smoking in the corner, paused slightly when he heard this, then shook his head: "I didn't, you remembered it wrong."
The mason said: "How is it possible? You are a blacksmith. How come you don't have a wrench? It's a hundred yuan. Why don't you want it!"
Jiang Weimian noticed a tattered cloth bag at Heizhu's feet. He smiled and deliberately stepped forward and said, "Master, if you don't think about it carefully, you have so many tools in your bag, why don't you have a wrench?"
As he spoke, he began to look through Heizhu's tool bag. Hei Zhu's expression changed slightly when he saw this, and he pulled the bag over: "Why are you going through my bag? Let go!"
Jiang Weimian quickly pressed the bag with his eyes and quickly flipped through it: "Master, I saw a wrench inside. Can you lend it to me? How about I pay two hundred yuan?"
Chen Zuixing also hurriedly stepped forward to grab the bag and joined in: "Yes, master, my wheel is broken and I'm in a hurry to use it. You can lend it to me."
They quickly rummaged through a pile of hammers, and finally found a heavy wrench. Although the outside had been washed, Jiang Weimian's eyes found some dark blood stains hidden in the gaps, as well as a long woman's hair -
The murderer is Heizhu!
Jiang Weimian's pupils shrank suddenly and he was about to hold the person down. However, Heizhu seemed to notice something, threw away his backpack, turned around and ran away, jumping out of the school like a rabbit. Seeing this, Jiang Weimian and Shen Zuixing quickly pushed aside the students on the playground and shouted sharply at Qian Duoduo and Heman: "Hurry up! He is the murderer!"
Upon hearing this, He Man and Qian Duoduo immediately risked their lives and chased the murderer out of the school. Jiang Weimian glanced at the direction Hei Zhu was leaving, and then he and Shen Zuixing took a shortcut over the wall and ran out. The students on the playground didn't understand why these people were chasing and shouting, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked at their leaving figures. Looking at each other.
When Jiang Weimian climbed out of the campus wall, he happened to see the black-column gray overalls flash past on the opposite street, and quickly chased after him. Before Yunhai High School was demolished, the nearby streets were dense and complicated. Jiang Weimian chased and ran into a narrow and twisting dark alley without realizing it. Shen Zuixing followed closely behind and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Weimian, get out quickly. There are too many alleys here and we are vulnerable to attacks. Let's find another way to catch people."
The alley is narrow and crowded, can only accommodate one person, and has many corners, making it easy to set up an ambush. Shen Zuixing could only stay vigilant with Jiang Weimian back to back to avoid being attacked from behind.
Jiang Weimian hissed and motioned for him to look at the ground.
Chen Zuixing lowered his eyes and saw some imperceptible gray cement footprints on the ground. Heizhu is a handyman who does all kinds of work, and he always carries cement dust stains on his body. Especially when he buried Zhao Xi's body in the playground just yesterday. The soles of his shoes were full of hardened cement, and they fell off when he ran.
Jiang Weimian searched along the cement debris on the ground, and finally came to a dead end. Seeing that there was a dead wall in front of him, he subconsciously frowned and looked up, only to see Heizhu climbing up to the second floor along the air conditioner unit at some point, holding on to someone else's security net to steady himself shakily.
Seeing this, Shen Zuixing raised his eyebrows in surprise, took two steps back, clapped his hands, and laughed loudly: "Don't fall and die."
Jiang Weimian looked at the time and found that there was still an hour and a half before twelve noon. He couldn't help but yawned: "What should I do? Get him down?"
It was soon going to be nap time, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
Shen Zuixing took two steps back, put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, as if watching a good show: "No, his legs are starting to get weak. We just wait for him to fall. We can't kill him."
"Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself first."
A cold voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the alley, which sounded quite familiar. Shen Zuixing looked subconsciously and saw that it was Bai Zhiang, and behind him stood the group of Gaozhi team.
It’s really a narrow road between enemies.
Shen Zuixing glanced at the dead end behind him without a trace, and then at Jiang Weimian. Seeing that the other person looked drowsy again, his pupils shrank, he pinched him hard secretly, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Weimian, you go to sleep. Can it be different depending on the occasion?”
Jiang Weimian was mostly woken up by him. He took a deep breath and managed to cheer up and look up. But they saw the members of Team Gaozhi standing not far away with murderous looks. They seemed to have guessed something and frowned: "Have you been following us?"
This matter was exposed, and Bai Zhiang was inevitably embarrassed. They boast that they have experienced hundreds of battles and never take other teams seriously, but they never expected that one day they would have to follow a group of fools to find out.
Bai Zhiang: "Jiang Weimian, if you are smart, get out of here. I'll let you go, but we have to decide between the murderer above and Shen Zuixing!"
Chen Zuixing curled her lips and smiled with unclear meaning. He took out a folding knife from his pocket and turned it in a circle so fast that only the afterimage could be seen. He was very provocative and said slowly: "Bai Zhiang, I haven't seen you for a while and your tone is still so loud. I forgot that you were beaten by me last time." Is it a matter of digging into a sieve?"
He made it clear that he was deliberately creating hatred, and Bai Zhiang's face turned black with anger.
Jiang Weimian glanced at Shen Zuixing and felt a little headache: "At this juncture, can't you just say a few words?"
"No," Shen Zuixing raised his eyebrows, "If you don't leave yet, if you stay any longer and your identity badge is taken away, don't blame me for not warning you."
Of course Jiang Weimian couldn't do such a thing as leaving his teammates behind: "I won't leave."
Shen Zuixing paused slightly as he turned the knife after hearing this: "I'm serious, if you leave quickly, you'll look like a dead chicken from sleep, and you'll get beaten if you stay later."
Jiang Weimian didn't say anything. He just fumbled in his pocket and found a piece of glass that had been hidden for a long time. Then he clenched it tightly. The sharp pain finally made him regain some clarity. He frowned and said, "Anyway, I'm not the only one who will be beaten."
On the other side, Bai Zhiang saw that Jiang Weimian had no intention of leaving, so he finally stopped holding back and said angrily to his companions behind him: "Go and find their identity tags for me!"
The two groups of people instantly started fighting in the alley, and the fight was in full swing. Shen Zuixing had a knife in his hand, which would draw blood when he fought, but because the folding knife was not long, the wounds left were only small wounds, not fatal.
Jiang Weimian was fighting with a man in black, and he noticed that the man seemed to have been trained, his moves were fierce, and his punches were hard to the flesh. The two fought dozens of moves in the narrow alley, but no one could gain the upper hand.
The other three members of Team Gaozhi couldn't squeeze into the battlefield because of the narrow alley, so they could only wait outside anxiously. But he didn't notice that three figures appeared behind him at some point. Then he felt a pain in the back of his head and was knocked unconscious by being knocked out with bricks.
"Boom!"
Along with the sound of the three Gao Zhi team members falling to the ground, the person who had done the dirty trick was also revealed. It was He Man, Qian Duoduo, Wang Dabiao and others who came over. Each of them held a brick and stood shivering at the entrance of the alley. Seeing the fierce fighting in the alley, they couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
He Man threw away half of the bricks in his hand and said, "Wang Dabiao, hurry up and help. Didn't you see that Jiang Weimian and the others are about to be defeated?"
Wang Dabiao rubbed his arms with both hands: "I want to help, but I have to squeeze in. Look at Shen Zuixing's knife. If I get closer, I can't even cut off two ounces of flesh."
Qian Duoduo became bolder at this time. Hearing this, he took off his schoolbag, gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He used his schoolbag to cover the head of the man in black who was fighting with Jiang Weimian, and then picked it up from the ground. Pick up a brick and hit it on the back of the opponent's head.
"boom!"
The brick broke into two pieces, and the man in black fell to the ground and fainted.
Seeing all his teammates being attacked, Bai Zhiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his flaws were inevitably exposed during the fight. He was stabbed heavily in the abdomen without paying attention. He raised his eyes in horror, but was caught off guard and met Chen Zuixing's dark and smiling eyes, unable to conceal his excitement and interest.
Shen Zuixing is the kind of person who wants to seek revenge even to the point of death. He pushed Bai Zhiang against the wall with a knife, pulled off an identity tag from the inside of his sleeve, and asked with a low laugh: "Bai Zhiang, do you think I will stab you to death with one knife or another, or will I knock you back to the novice level?" Going?"
They are both adults, and Shen Zuixing wants both. However, Bai Zhiang had more than forty bars of electricity, and half of the bar would be lost with one stab. He wanted to stab the person in front of him to death more than eighty times.
Bai Zhiang looked horrified when he heard this, and he stuttered when he spoke, his tone concealing anxiety: "Shen... Shen Zuixing, don't be impulsive, and don't touch my identity card!"
He had finally cleared so many interfaces and accumulated so many points. If he was knocked back to the novice level, he would have nothing.
The drunken star cat looked down at his bloody knife like a mouse, then blew lightly and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I won't touch your identity tag? Why?"
Bai Zhiang gritted his teeth: "I'll trade it with you for a skip question card!"
Assuming that the primary level has n different interfaces, the Gaozhi team has refreshed at least n/2 interfaces. They have accumulated a lot of points along the way, which can be used to redeem card props at critical moments.
Shen Zuixing fell into thinking after hearing this, and seemed to have not yet decided whether to agree. However, before he had time to make a decision, Jiang Weimian's deep and calm voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Captain Bai, is your life only worth a skip card?" ?”
Bai Zhiang panicked and managed to calm down: "I have almost used all the props, and the last resurrection card has been used by the team members. Now there is only one skip card left..."
Jiang Weimian interrupted him directly: "Since it is the last resurrection card, you should keep it for yourself to save your life. Why would you let your teammates use it for no reason?"
He raised his eyebrows slightly after saying this: "I'll give you one last chance to tell the truth, otherwise I won't be able to stop Shen Zuixing from stabbing you to death."
Shen Zuixing supported from the side: "Yes, we can't stop it."
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