Pet King

As soon as I drove to the scrap purchase station, a relevant sign appeared on the side of the road, indicating that the scrap purchase station was ahead—in fact, no sign was needed at all. The smell in the air had already explained everything.

When Xiaobai saw it, he asked Zhang Zi'an to stop. He planned to share a secret with Zhang Zi'an, and divided his troops into two paths to prepare for unsuccessful negotiations.

Zhang Zi'an didn't know what it would do if the negotiations were unsuccessful, but referring to Vladimir, Xiao Bai was certainly not vegetarian.

He continued to drive a short distance, in front of which were a few yards of bungalows.

The neighbourhood is deserted, and there are no other ordinary people's houses. After all, living next to the waste station means that it is compatible with a large number of organisms such as mosquitoes, mice, fleas, and cockroaches. There are also a variety of germs, let alone what they taste. Already.

Living here definitely requires more courage than living next to the airport. The latter has at least annoying noise, and living here is terrible!

In front of the bungalows, large wattage lamps hung in front of them, making the road white, and several trucks parked in the shadows, but no one was seen.

Zhang Zi'an parked his car on the side of the road, approached a house with a closed door, knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone there?"

The room was quiet and no one responded.

He went to the window and looked into the room.

The room lights up, but the glass is dirty, and I can barely see that there should be no people moving around.

Strange, is nobody? Did they all go to the city to enjoy the nightlife?

I do n’t know if there is a broadband connection in such a remote place, but now the mobile phone data fee has been reduced, so that I ca n’t even connect to the Internet ... Of course, only the otaku's night entertainment is the Internet, and the Internet can not replace big health care.

The smell of the air was very unpleasant and almost disgusting. Groups of mosquitoes pounced on their bodies, and from time to time they passed large, fat and fearless gray mice, and arthropods with shiny crusts between the soil. Insects come and go. This kind of environment makes ordinary people not want to stay longer.

Zhang Zi'an found out the cool oil of Xi Xi Xi, and applied it to the exposed parts of the body, barely blocking the attack of mosquitoes, but the rats did not eat this set, and the rats might carry fleas, and the flea said The plague may not be contagious ... think of it is scalp.

He changed another house and knocked on the door.

This time someone responded.

"Who?" A vague and impatient voice came.

"I'm ... well, you guys went to transport empty bottles with me during the day." Zhang Zi'an said.

"wait."

After two or three minutes, a lean and drunk man came out to open the door. His hair was disheveled and stained, shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-rise ripped jeans and a flip-flop.

Zhang Zi'an hadn't seen this person during the day, or he probably didn't notice him.

"What's the matter?" He leaned against the door frame, found a cigarette point from his pants pocket, and slanted Zhang Zi'an in his sleepy eyes, as if he had just woke up, or hadn't woken up yet, and was woken up by Zhang Zi'an.

Zhang Zi'an thought carefully about the wording and said, "During the day, you go to me and pull the empty bottles, but when you check out, it seems that the number of bottles is not right, and some money is missing ..."

"It doesn't matter to me, whoever decides, who do you want to go to! No one today, let's talk tomorrow!" The man interrupted him violently before he finished speaking, and waved him out repeatedly. Then he slammed the door shut.

Zhang Zi'an ate a closed door. In fact, he just wanted to explain to them that they should not do it in the future, but the man seemed to have misunderstood that he wanted to get back less money during the day.

This is what he expected. It is not so easy to eat the meat in his mouth. On the other hand, it proves that the quality of these people is really worrying, and it is impossible to expect them to be grateful.

He returned to the car, but he did not dare to stand still, and had been walking, for fear of flea crawling into his shoes and trouser legs.

I don't know where Xiaobai ran, I can only wait for it to come back here.

Within a few minutes, there was a sudden buzzing sound from the grass near the car, as if something was approaching, but it was very dark, and it was not clear whether it was a human or an animal.

Zhang Zi'an's heart lifted and he asked softly, "Who?"

"I."

Xiaobai responded in a low voice and got out of the darkness.

"How?" He asked.

Xiaobai didn't answer, turned around and motioned: "Come with me."

Zhang Zi'an first locked the car, and the windows were closed tightly. Then he stepped lightly behind Xiao Bai.

Xiaobai led him around several bungalows and slipped behind the waste station.

No one was guarded along the way, and no one needed to guard. No one would come to the waste station to steal.

The voices coming from the front gradually came out as unbridled noises, like a carnival.

Xiaobai turned his head and motioned to be careful, someone in front.

Zhang Zi'an knew, and the cat moved forward.

Covering the corner of a house, he showed a small half of his face and quietly looked in the direction of the noise.

In the open space between the garbage dumps, several people were sitting around the fire, like camping in the garbage ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Among them there were several familiar faces that they had seen during the day.

There were crates of cans of beer beside them, and they kept pouring in their mouths.

The most interesting thing is that on the land next to them, there is a yellow soil dog tied with flowers.

Xiaobai stared at the native dog and turned back to Zhang Zi'an and winked.

Is this ... the native dog is the one that was almost hit by Wuling Shenguang just now?

So why is it tied up?

In this scenario, the answer given by intuition is often the most correct answer.

The soil dog was thin and had no fat on his body. Not only his limbs were tied, but also his mouth was tied with a rope. He couldn't make a sound, but he kept wrestling and struggling on the ground.

In the firelight, one person stood up holding a beer can and smiled at the others: "I was lucky today. First, I slaughtered a big man and made a few boxes of beer. I was planning to buy some food and drinks. The dogs came home automatically, and today the brothers are going to have a good meal! The rest of the money will continue to drink tomorrow! "

"Haha! I'm almost dying! The dog meat was so fragrant last time! Now drooling when I think of it!"

"That's it! You can't forget the dog meat once, that fragrant, alas!"

Someone looked back at the bungalow behind. Zhang Zi'an thought he had been found, hid it, and was ready to run at any time.

"Are dogs still asleep? Would you like to call him?"

"Forget it, this dog is not fat, and it is not enough for us to share, let him continue to sleep!"

"Ha ha! Tomorrow he must be anxious, saying that we should not call him dog meat!"

"Don't say it anymore, the beer is finished, let's do it!"

"it is good!"

The man who stood up suddenly took out a spring knife from his trousers pocket, and looked at the dirt dog unwillingly.