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It was late at night, and on a certain street in the northwest area of ​​the main city, many storefronts of 24 by [-] were still brightly lit.This is not a bar street. Counting forward and backward, there is only one underground bar. The sign is very inconspicuous, and the neon lights are broken and no one repairs them. They just flicker lifelessly from time to time.

In addition to the signboard that doesn't work from time to time, there are two thick winter mattresses hanging lifelessly on the door, and two bodyguards with arms as thick as beer barrels. debt collector.

But this bar, which looks inconspicuous on the outside and has no good reviews on any website, supports the business of the whole street.

The 711 business near the bar is better than during the day. Those who stand smoking at the door, those who look for food in front of the refrigerator, and more people are picking tobacco and alcohol at the counter. The tobacco and alcohol in convenience stores can be much better, but they are picky. People are addicted to alcohol, cigarettes and guns.

The mute was leaning against the door, waiting for the half-grown hairy boy with dyed red and green hair to smoke a 1.5 Zhongnanhai, and carrying a case of Tsingtao beer. He flattered the mute with a shy face and said, "Brother, are these enough?"

"Enough," the mute grinned, hooking the corners of his mouth, "enough to fill a gap between teeth."

The half-grown boy had a bitter face: "Brother...not enough money to buy."

"You can't die of poverty." The mute cursed, and dug into his pocket, no matter how much he stuffed it into the little furry boy, "Two more cigarettes, five cases of beer, white and red, you'd better ask Daddy Tell grandma that you will drink well in a while, if you don't drink well, I will put your blood foam to drink."

The hairy boy shrank his neck, "What's the point of just drinking, I'll find a few girls for my brother and Santiao brother, they are all my classmates, make sure to be on time, and let the brothers play as they please."

"Forget it, just a few of your classmates play more loosely than my old lady, who is interested in picking up junk."

The mute took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it in his mouth without smoking, just biting it like this, and staggered towards the bar.

Walking to the door, the mute was stunned. A young woman in a white shirt and black trousers was standing in front of the bar, looking up at the dirty bar names.

The woman was dressed in an attire that was incompatible with a bar, she looked like a financial girl who had just come out of the night shift to get drunk, with a coat on her arm.The night gave this tall and tall young woman three points of temptation and two points of mystery, and her white and transparent skin shone faintly in the dim light.

Most of the men standing at the entrance of the bar looking at this woman whose dress has nothing to do with sex appeal, but is very attractive

The burly bodyguard picked up the curtain three meters away and waited expressionlessly.

The street lights on the street were also lifeless, and the position where the dumb man was standing was almost completely immersed in the shadows, but the young woman turned her head to one side as if she had a consonance.

The mute smiled, and came out at night, his blue, white and swollen face was completely subdued by this pure and happy smile.

The young woman hooked the corners of her lips, teased a bit of banter, and walked into the bar.

Joyful in his heart, the mute walked into the bar with a cigarette in his mouth, squeezed through the crowd, walked up to the private room area on the second floor with fewer people, walked straight to his head, and pushed open the door.

Sitting in the most conspicuous position facing him was a short and slender man with a shaved body and squinting his eyes, "Here comes the dumb."

Outsiders don't know what the short man is called, but the senior ones call him Santiaozi, and the younger ones call him Santiaogege. He is not very old, just over thirty, but he has been around for 20 years.

Santiaozi is a dog belonging to Master Qing, the leader of the Qing Gang. He is vicious enough. He is short and unremarkable. Tell people, "Indeed, it's not as long as you."

Because he only draws knives when encountering problems, so after so many years with Master Qing, he still needs to patrol the venue every day, but Master Qing misses the old days. San Tiaozi dropped out of junior high school at the age of 12 and joined the Youth Gang. Well, such a single-minded person is more reassuring than any smart person.Others gave Qingye face, and Santiaozi also gave Santiaozi face, but all the venues that Santiaozi saw were the most profitable and popular.

The mute is a newcomer. He has just been assigned to him from the periphery. Santiaozi likes this guy very much. He is a bit like him.He was given a few little kids from a nearby high school, and asked him to be responsible for those little kids selling goods at various points every night, and also to wipe the bottoms of half a dozen of these kids who didn't understand anything.

Dumb belted well.

That's why we have today's wine.

The group of demons danced wildly outside the private room, which was deafening. In the private room, there were seven or eight men and the same number of enchanting women sitting in disorder.

Red and white beer were mixed together and poured into the big bell cup, less than a catty and a half. As soon as it was poured, and no one uttered a word, the mute picked up the big bell cup, "Brother San Tiao, you gave the dumb man the ability to sit here. Opportunity, I offer you a toast, I won’t say anything else, the dumb remember it here!”

Pointing to his heart, the mute raised his neck and gulped down.

The person next to him said maliciously: "Look at this sweet-mouthed person, it's not appropriate to be called dumb. How about changing your name to Tianzui, haha!"

The mute drank it in one gulp, slammed the cup on the table with a bang, wiped his mouth and said, "Master Hei, I know you don't like me, you want to avoid me, I understand, you are an elder, I won't refute anything you say." Yours, but the mute is Santiao's man from now on. You can look down on me, but you can't wipe Santiao's face. I will answer whatever you call in front of your own people. How dare you call me that in front of outsiders? , My life will be put on the table for Master Hei, Master Hei will decide."

The man named Hei Ye didn't expect the mute to push back with such a stiff neck, and his face flushed red from choking.

Santiaozi nestled on the sofa, pointed at the mute and laughed loudly, "This name is appropriate, it's not that I'm dumb, it's to make others dumb! Come, drink!"

It started with the mute, and the atmosphere in the private room gradually became warmer, until finally it was no different from the outside.

In the dead of night, in a bungalow three kilometers away from the bar, Yang Xiu was wearing a sports coat and a dark peaked cap of someone in the bar, and walked forward with the help of the mute.

The mute leaned against her, all supported by Yang Xiu's arms, holding Yang Xiu's coat with one hand, and tightly covering his mouth with the other.

Yang Xiu gave him an injection 10 minutes ago, and it was almost time now. She took out the key and opened the big lock of the courtyard. vomit.

Alcohol, skating, tobacco, and drugs all night were mixed into a muddy, foul-smelling viscous liquid. This courtyard house was shared by several families. , After all, she was reluctant to get out of bed and scold her mother.Yang Xiu took off the coat and put it on the mute's head, took out the key and opened the vacant room, found a towel and filled a basin of water, when he came out the mute had almost vomited, stood up tremblingly from the ground, He took the soaked towel and rubbed it on his face.

The mute was filthy all over, but he held Yang Xiu's formal coat with his arms far away from the beginning to the end. Yang Xiu looked at the awkward movement of the mute, shook her head and said: "The clothes smell of smoke and fire, I can't wear them anymore, look for them." Throw it away."

The dumb hummed weakly, and lowered his arms, "I'll order a few more tomorrow."

The towel was dyed yellow and gray, and while the powerful needles forcibly removed the toxins in the body, it also irritated the body enough. The mute's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale and bloodless.

But this is already the best situation. If you take a strong injection after twelve hours, the toxins will penetrate deep into the body. One injection is not enough, at least two injections. While pulling out the poison, the internal organs will be stimulated. People choose between powder poison and drug poison.

The dumb man knew that he didn't look good, so he rubbed his face hard with his hands until blood came out, he took a breath and explained to Yang Xiu: "I just joined the gang today to play like crazy, and it doesn't happen often."

"Yeah." Yang Xiu took water to wash away the filth under the jujube tree, but the smell in the yard was still unpleasant. This was one of several temporary shelters rented by Yang Xiu. It is a rare place without a camera.

After tidying up for a while, he locked the door and went out. The sky was gradually turning blue. The two walked in silence, Yang Xiu walked in front with his pockets in his pocket, and the mute followed half a step habitually until they reached the side of the street. Yang Xiu's residence is to the east, and Mute's residence is to the west.

Yang Xiu stood at the intersection, was silent for a while, and asked, "How long do you want to live in such a precarious life?"

The mute didn't expect Yang Xiu to ask her this, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I haven't thought about it so much."

Yang Xiu frowned, looking a little tired. Under the dim light, her skin was so transparent that it could be easily broken. The white shirt was attached to her thin and thin body, and her long light black hair was neatly tied behind her head. After running around all day, a strand of hair broke away from my ear and hung down, sticking to my thin cheek, revealing a trace of fragility in an indiscernible manner.

"Take care of your own life, don't take it to fight."

Your life, you, give it to me well.

"Sister Xiu, don't worry," the dumb man approached, tilting his head and smiling obediently, "I will follow Sister Xiu for ten years, twenty years, forever."

"Follow if you want."

Yang Xiu turned her head and walked eastward, dumbfounded for a few seconds, then caught up with Yang Xiu a few steps behind.

"The weather is so nice, sister Xiu, let's go for a walk!"

"I go home."

"Okay, I'll take a walk to Sister Xiu's house!"

"……what ever."

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The author has something to say:

After finishing this chapter, the dark plots in the outline were completely concretized in my mind, and I really wanted them to appear on the stage sooner, die sooner and be reborn sooner, but unfortunately, there is no rush.