Chapter 2 Chapter 1 You Woke Up

Soon after, the PCPD torture center was in a temporary holding cell.

"Hey! You! You finally woke up..."

Dizzy, very dizzy, as if the world is spinning. Zhuang Xuteng pressed his head with both hands to prevent the paste inside from being shaken out. After a while, the dizziness subsided slightly. The sound he heard seemed to come from the horizon, and it felt like he was still in a dream. Only the burning pain on his face was real, as if someone had just slapped him there.

"You haven't woken up yet? Am I not trying hard enough?" The voice from before came again.

Facts have proven that when the body acquires a new more painful part, the previous one will be immediately ignored, and dizziness can be overcome quickly. Zhuang Xuteng stopped holding his head and forgot to rub his face. Now he directly picked up his right leg and rubbed it with both hands.

"Kicking me for what? Who?"

He tried to open his eyes. Many black shadows were shaking in front of his eyes. The lights in the distance and the floor nearby were constantly swaying. What's wrong with me? Zhuang Xuteng had had hangovers before, had been hit with a sap, and had accidentally choked on psychedelic gas, but he had never been so difficult to control his consciousness and so dizzy as now.

No, this definitely won't work. There were others here, strangers, which meant potential danger. Peicheng has always been a place where the weak can be eaten by the strong, and he also has many reasons why he cannot be "eaten by force". Now... at least... we need to know what the situation is.

Squeezing the eyeballs with both palms in the middle, the shaking degree of the black shadows in the field of vision finally began to decrease, and they gradually merged into a dark, round-faced man. This guy has big shoulders and a round waist, thick arms and broad hands, thick eyebrows and a beard. His broad nose and round black eyes look like a bullfight, and his thin lips with a smile look like a corgi.

Who is this person? Do I have a history with him?

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuteng asked breathlessly, "Any advice?"

"My name is Ge Gongdao, and everyone calls me Ge Heilian. Nicknames are always easier to remember than names." The corners of the black-faced man's mouth twitched and he smiled briefly, "Just now, someone wanted to steal something while you were sleeping. , and I despise petty thieves who take advantage of others, so I woke you up."

Zhuang Xuteng was shocked and finally recalled where he was and what his situation was.

He was locked behind iron bars with about twenty other criminals at the detention center in the ninth block, sharing a space of less than 100 square meters. He came here because he participated in a demonstration to fight for his legitimate rights and interests. He was arrested "jointly and severally" after the explosion. He is by no means a criminal, at least completely different from the others in the same room.

Look around, who are these people? The tattoo represents the robbery record of the motorcycle gang, the chain belt represents the number of victories in underground black boxing, and the broken hand that is probably missing fingers due to gambling debts. The remaining ones are either bruised or crooked.

Just opposite, four tattooed youths from a motorcycle gang were leaning on the railing and stared at them, their eyes full of threats. Their slightly trembling legs and feet showed that they were doing nothing and didn't care at all about causing a disturbance. They are the ones who 80% want to pick their own pockets.

In comparison, this A Ge/Dao brother looks much cuter.

"Thank you." Zhuang Xuteng nodded.

"You're welcome." Ge said with a black face: "You were arrested for the parade bombing, and so was I. With this connection, you have to take care of it, and besides, it's something I don't like. By the way, who are you with? What’s the market price over there?”

"You have a lot of questions...let me slow down first, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Then I'll wait for you for a while."

Zhuang Xuteng rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, moved his jaw, twisted his neck, and then moved his whole body in sequence. He examined his body with great care, as if it were the most important gift in his life.

He remembered being paralyzed during the riots following the protests, then having something strange burrow into his body, and then gradually regaining the ability to move. He suspected that the thing on his body was some kind of shadow slave, and wanted to check it out, but under the current circumstances, it would definitely not be wise to do so rashly.

The dizziness and coma just now were caused by the interrogation, and the PCPD was completely rude when they attacked. In addition to fists and clubs, the PCPD also used instruments and drugs, setting up a serious formation that he had never heard of before.

I finally survived the interrogation, but I don’t know if there will be another round or when I will be able to get out. Zhuang Xuteng firmly believed that he had not broken any laws, but was just an unlucky guy who was sucked into the whirlpool and would be released sooner or later. But before he can be released, he must first survive the interrogation and current detention.

Apart from being innocent, he had no way of getting himself out of the detention center. If there is money in the pocket, the PCPD is happy to accept it as evidence, using leaving the cell as a receipt. In Peicheng, rich people can't make mistakes - or rather, money can't make mistakes.

This principle can be slightly expanded to become: You must not make mistakes when you have no money.

Zhuang Xuteng is the kind of person who can't make mistakes. His pockets are empty and there is no one to take care of him. As for the shadow servant, being possessed by a living shadow servant was basically like pie in the sky. The chance was too small, and he was not sure whether it happened. To put it bluntly, even if there was a shadow follower, he wouldn't be able to use it now, so he couldn't rely on it.

Only calmness and reflection can improve his current situation.

Tell him calmly and thoughtfully: It's best if you can make friends, and at least you can't increase enemies. The dark-faced burly man next to him should be a good choice. He seems very friendly, at least willing to help others, and can also act as a deterrent to gangsters. He is exactly the person Zhuang Xuteng thinks he should win over.

"I'm much better, thank you." Zhuang Xuteng sat up straight and tilted his head to express his gratitude to Ge Gongdao again. "You are a kind-hearted person, you will definitely have good luck."

"Good luck? There will be no good luck in the detention center, I shouldn't stay here."

"Same here, I have the same opinion as you." Zhuang Xuteng continued to maintain a close atmosphere, and he also brought the topic back to the other party's concern, that is, to talk about business: "What do you mean by your question just now? What do you mean by who you are with? And what do you mean by the market?"

"It means who asked you to follow the parade and how much money you gave you..." Ge Heimian said first and then thought, thinking while speaking, and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, lowering his voice and saying: "Oh... I understand, you are not collecting money to make up the numbers."

"I am a worker who was dispersed from the 21st Magic Crystal Factory, and I came to ask for the wages that were owed. Wait... You are also wearing work clothes, I thought you were someone The friend I have never met. Now I understand that you are hired to fill the numbers. "

"Let me be frank, I am a mercenary. I was given this dark yellow jumpsuit when I took the job yesterday, and I have to look like one. Look, the clothes are very useful, and you also think I am your co-worker. In fact, I have never figured out whether the people above can make money from this kind of action?" Ge Heimian scratched his thick beard, snorted, and said: "I always feel that there is a big action behind this, which can make a lot of money, and I am just a scrap, not qualified to do a big job."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his eyelids and muttered: "They eat delicious food and drink spicy food, but they don't let me have some porridge?"

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"Nothing, I have a stomachache and gurgling steam." Zhuang Xuteng waved his hand. Although Ge Heimian helped him, he was a "mercenary" and judging from the work he took over, he was still the bottom one. People like them don't have a good reputation in the eyes of ordinary people, and are generally synonymous with all kinds of troubles.

It is said that this group of people has no morality and persistence, only recognizes money, and will work with whoever pays more. As for right and wrong, it is like the women's clothes on the billboards, which are getting less and less - even if there are, it is like nothing, or even worse than nothing.

Although I don't want to deal with mercenaries, as an ordinary person, I still can't avoid crossing their paths when walking. In Peicheng, as long as you don't have money in your pocket, no one will reason with you or support you. Those gangs and mercenaries may be the last hope. Although they will also cause trouble, in most cases, they replace a big trouble with a small trouble, at least allowing people to continue to live by fooling around. Think about it from another angle. If it weren't for the gangs and mercenaries in the middle as a buffer, anyone who encounters those big companies and big forces would only be crushed into slag. At that time...

Being alive is a luxury.

"Hey, friend, you are so quiet, are you not fully recovered yet? What did the police ask you when you were taken away just now?" Ge Heimian went around for a long time and finally asked what he was concerned about, which might be the only real purpose of helping Zhuang Xuteng. "By the way, friend, I don't know your name yet."

"Do you want to know my name, or what the police asked me when they took me away?" Zhuang Xuteng raised a finger, shook it in front of Ge Heimian, and said, "Choose one of the two."

He wanted to see the choice of this black-faced man and see what kind of person he was.

"Uh, I want to know..." Ge Heimian rubbed the messy beard on his chin and hesitated. Although he had a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, he still said firmly: "Your name."

"Zhuang Xuteng. The surname was given by my parents, and it is also related to the work of my family members; as for the name, it is because they hope that I will continue to soar." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head, turned around and faced Ge Heimian, and asked: "Why do you choose to know my name?"

"If you don't know your name, you will never have one more friend. Even if we will never meet again after leaving here, at least we have known each other. Life intersects through acquaintance, and then sparks are created. This light makes the world meaningful."

Hey, it's well said, like a poem. Zhuang Xuteng asked with interest: "Are you a poet?"

"I can't say such nice words - I heard others say it, and I thought it made sense, so I remembered it."

"Ha! Even if it's not something I thought of, it's good to remember it." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "Why do you want to know what the police asked?"

"I'm a fake, this outfit is not mine. Someone asked me to pretend to be a worker who wants money. I have to live up to this job, and it's best to pretend to be more realistic. Besides..." Ge Heimian came closer, covered his mouth with his palm, and said in a low voice: "If you can answer it like it's true, it won't cause unnecessary trouble. You know, if there is an explosion, if the real culprit can't be found, they will definitely find a scapegoat... Being a mercenary is generally the best choice."

The crime clearance rate in Peicheng is very high, but... Zhuang Xuteng thought of his father's famous saying: If the number of crimes cannot be suppressed, the crime clearance rate is fake, and PCPD is equal to a bucket.

In this case, everyone should take good care of themselves.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell you what happened in there." Zhuang Xuteng would definitely tell him the details, but now he is more willing.

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