Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke threw the corpse out of the postal album and threw it at the man's feet.

"Ok!"

The man froze for a moment, then took a step back vigilantly, and only then began to face the sallow and emaciated guy in front of him.

It's not that he's not vigilant, but that Zhao Ke looks like he can be blown away by a gust of wind no matter where he stands, it's really hard to be on guard.

However, the man soon seemed to have received tasks and reminders from the stamp album.

Looking at the two corpses under his feet, the man looked at Zhao Ke with a little more ease.

"Thanks!"

After saying thank you, I saw the man walking into the alley carrying the two corpses.

Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows, walked in and took a look, and found that this alley was a dead end.

And at the corner of the dead end, a little girl's body was lying there.

On the chest of the corpse, there was a dagger, which was the fatal wound of the little girl.

Judging by the blood, it should be what happened just now.

"Two bastards!"

The man took out a big knife from the stamp album, and chopped at the two corpses violently.

Standing aside, Zhao Ke couldn't help frowning slightly, he was not impressed by the big man's knife skills in front of him, the meat was cut in a mess, which affected his appearance too much.

"Little girl, rest in peace!"

The man took a deep breath, closed the little girl's eyes, put the only clothes on his body on the girl, and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of fire.

"boom!"

I saw the fireball burning rapidly along the little girl's body.

The firelight reflected on the man's face, causing the man's face to flicker on and off under the firelight, which was indescribably weird.

"Do you think I'm boring, and I have to take care of this kind of stranger's affairs."

The man didn't turn his head back, he seemed to be talking to himself. In fact, he knew in his heart that in the horror space, no, even in reality, this kind of thing is not a rare story.

Regardless of the reality or the horror space.

No one like him would kill someone for a stranger, even if those two lives were worthless to the postman.

It's just that after the man finished speaking, he didn't hear Zhao Ke's voice. When he looked back, he found that Zhao Ke had packed the two corpses into the stamp album.

Turning around and walking out along the alley, stretching his hands, he said indifferently to the man's question: "None of my business."

He followed in, just wanting to take back the two corpses. After all, he had promised the Butcher's Box, so he had to deal with it no matter what.

Hearing Zhao Ke's words, the man was taken aback for a moment, looked at Zhao Ke's back, put his palm on his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Interesting, with personality, my wife likes it."

"right here?"

Zhao Ke checked the house number. The black wooden sign was covered with a thick layer of coal dust.

It says three groups in the mining area.

Behind the house number is a small path, which is called a path, but strictly speaking, it should be called a narrow gap.

Under the houses on both sides, there is a row of inconspicuous iron windows, which are the residences of the three groups of mining areas.

Just as Zhao Ke thought, after walking in, the environment inside can only be described in three words: dirty, messy and smelly.

"what."

When someone saw Zhao Ke, they couldn't help being stunned, and they looked at Zhao Ke with strange eyes.

Of course Zhao Ke knew the reason behind it.

I was able to figure it out here precisely because, after being separated from the big man, Zhao Ke found a fellow in the same three groups.

This guy is an alcoholic.

So Zhao Ke got the news he wanted to know with almost no effort.

First of all, let me talk about this factory.

This factory is a coal mining area built on the hillside. The scope of the factory is very large, and it has the mold of a modern factory.

There are residential areas, as well as shops and streets that sell items.

Brothels, casinos, opium halls, restaurants, in short, sparrows are small and full of five poisons.

The men and women in the factory are basically cheated from other places.

The only difference is that although they were tricked in, they still had a certain salary.

Relying on these wages, they can trade here, food, drink, play, women, and even men, everything can be bought.

The premise is to complete the factory's monthly share.

If you can't complete the quota, you will be beaten severely at least, or thrown out if you are more serious, oh!It's thrown off the cliff on the left.

Sounds great doesn't it?

But when Zhao Ke saw that the alcoholic took out the salary carefully from the inner pocket of his clothes, he immediately understood that the so-called salary was just a piece of waste paper.

It can only be used in this factory. After leaving the factory, it is completely rubbish, and it is too hard to wipe your butt.

After understanding it, Zhao Ke admired the factory's methods even more.

It only needs to use some insignificant waste paper and print it into the shape of banknotes, so that these workers can work here with peace of mind.

Facing one side is a cliff, and the other side is wages.

These coolies with weak knowledge will naturally choose promising wages.

And according to the alcoholic's words, once you work here for three years, you can leave.

For this reason, the drunkard also told Zhao Ke solemnly that there is some guarantee of "Hedong".

Zhao Ke estimated that what he was talking about should be the so-called contract.

Although this is the case, there are some people here who have been here for ten years and have not left.