Chapter 1119 The Real Murderer Emerges 4

The slum is a bit big, almost the largest slum here, with different levels of tube buildings, some migrant workers' houses, and flat-roofed tile houses.

It is completely different from the world less than 500 meters away.

The people here look mercenary, rude, and no one has good intentions.

When a car passes by, people who see it will pay attention for a long time, staring at the car as if looking at a strange thing.

Maybe in their world, cars are owned by rich people.

Gossiping about whose relatives have made money and returned home.

You can also join in the fun when you have time.

Tang Yaoyao followed the madman all the way until he came to the slum and saw the people living here.

In order not to alert the snake, the car stopped at the archway and did not go in.

"Miss."

Jiang Ci didn't want Tang Yaoyao to get involved in the muddy water, so he called her.

After all, this kind of place is dirty and messy, and no one knows what's going on inside.

Poor places have their reasons for being poor.

Too lazy, low quality, and poor education.

There are always differences between them.

"It's okay, let's go in."

Tang Yaoyao put on sunglasses. She spent too much time to find clues and didn't want to miss any details.

A big man dressed very elegantly suddenly came to the slums. Looking at Tang Yaoyao's temperament, she was different.

The man's eyes were too hot, and the woman's eyes were jealous and envious.

This is the gap between the rich and the poor.

Tang Yaoyao looked at the housewife and asked, "What was the name of the madman just now?"

The housewife rolled her eyes at Tang Yaoyao and said impatiently, "Who are you? Why do you want to tell..."

Tang Yaoyao didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so she took out a stack of money and put it in front of her.

The housewife's eyes were shining with gold and she was smiling. She took the money and said with a smile: "He is a madman. He has lived in the small house at the back for a long time. His name is something... Ah Qiang."

"Girl, I see that you are also a rich person. You'd better not go looking for bad luck. That madman is unlucky. Nothing good will happen to you if you meet him. I heard that he killed his father and will kill his mother. Tsk, tsk, tsk, why doesn't he just die!"

The housewife spoke viciously, as if she was afraid that the madman would cause trouble to them.

"Okay, shut up and do some good deeds!" Tang Yaoyao looked at the housewife's face, which was really annoying.

The housewife pouted, but because Tang Yaoyao gave her money, she didn't say anything.

After Tang Yaoyao left with Jiang Ci and the others, the housewife started to chatter again: "Isn't it just a little money? What's so proud about it!"

Handing his hands on his waist, he stuffed the money into his trouser pockets and walked away embarrassedly.

The madman stopped at the door of his house, which was a tiled house of less than 20 square meters.

The exterior is tiled, but many tiles have fallen off over the years.

Some places are blackened by fire and dirty, located in the more difficult part of the slum.

The madman held flowers in his hands and shouted with a smile: "Mom, I'm back, look what I brought you."

"Flowers!"

The madman just opened the door and wanted to give the flowers to his mother, but a bowl was thrown at him: "You madman, I'm not your mother, don't call me mom!"

"Mom." The madman stood at the door with some grievance.

"How is it? Have you done what I told you to do? Don't disrupt my plan. If you don't do it well, we will all have to go to the northwest wind!" The woman inside said in a bad tone, yelling at the madman.

"Okay, I listen to my mother very much. I did it all. It's a game, a fun game. I had a lot of fun. Mom, is there any other game like this, tense and exciting!"