Chapter 3: All those wandering around at night are wild beasts!
There are no stars or moonlight tonight, heavy and low dark clouds are pressing on people's heads, and the cold wind is carrying heavy rain, making people embarrassed.
The whistle of the garbage truck echoed in the garbage dump mixed with the sound of wind and rain. Perhaps because it was afraid that the sound of the wind and rain would be too loud and some people would not hear the whistle, Centipede also thoughtfully flashed the two bright car lights a few times. Down.
The crowd began to evacuate.
Zhang Cishun, who was in the third echelon, was finally not the last group this time.
And almost every gold digger who walked down the garbage mountain tightly covered his bag.
Order only exists in the garbage dump,
not in the shadowy corners outside.
The heavy rain left no room for delay. When they stepped out of the gate of the garbage dump, the gold diggers began to speed up their pace and returned to the corner where they lived.
Zhang Cishun is no exception.
But he didn't look impatient, even though the rain had now soaked not only the hollows of his shoes, but also his trousers, and the cold dampness was constantly invading his lower body.
You can't run, strenuous exercise will make you tired easily. If you encounter danger at this time, you are likely to face a situation where you do not have enough physical strength to deal with it.
This is Jing Shuo’s experience.
Of course, after saying the above sentence, he said another sentence: If you are born to run fast and have good physical fitness, you can run appropriately. Because exercise can also put people in a short-term state of excitement, which can make them more alert when facing sudden dangers.
Jing Shuo is the latter.
Zhang Cishun is still self-aware on this issue.
Before time travel, he was just a... coder, and sports were not what he was good at.
He has tried his best to keep his figure from getting out of shape and losing his hair.
Not long after Zhang Cishun walked out of the garbage dump, the sound of a garbage truck was heard behind him, and the bright lights passed through the linear rain curtain, illuminating the mud in front of Zhang Cishun.
Then very quickly, it drove past Zhang Cishun and disappeared into the rain curtain at the end of the line of sight.
There were not many gold diggers in the same direction as him, and everyone restrained themselves in keeping their distance from each other.
Zhang Cishun's eyes swept over the bodies of his colleagues one by one, and then silently moved forward leaning on the buildings on the side of the road. The steel bar held in his hand was clearly placed beside him, with no intention of covering it up.
Hiding force and showing kindness
is the stupidest thing you can do.
As he advanced and turned, the wind that was originally blowing sideways on him picked up the rain and hit his face.
Even though he was prepared, Zhang Cishun still felt pain on his cheek from the knife-like wind and rain, and had to squint his eyes.
But it was at this moment that
his progress suddenly stopped.
The wind and rain facing the front greatly hindered his vision, but this did not prevent his keen eyes from catching the figure hidden in the shadows.
The other person stood motionless in the shadows, seeming to be merged with the darkness and the heavy rain. He could only vaguely see the splashes of the rain hitting the raincoat and the white mist formed that spread lightly around the person.
In an instant, alarm bells rang in Zhang Cishun's heart.
But his face remained impassive. While lifting the steel bar towards the person, he tried to open his eyes to see if there were other people hidden around him.
Fortunately, that was the only one.
Seemingly surprised that Zhang Cishun discovered him, the other party paused in the heavy rain and darkness before choosing to speak.
"Give me the stuff, I won't kill you."
As he spoke, he showed his weapon to Zhang Cishun.
A... machete.
Zhang Cishun was unmoved. Being exposed to the heavy rain for a long time made him in poor condition. But looking at the other party, it was obvious that he had been waiting in the heavy rain for a while, so... there shouldn't be much difference between his and his condition.
As for weapons...
steel bars should have an advantage over machetes, right? Zhang Cishun was not sure, but he knew one sentence - one inch long, one inch strong.
And his biggest advantage is the rain.
The rainwater soaked into the gap between his palm and the steel bar. That is because the surface of the steel bar itself has threads, which increases the friction. Otherwise, he would inevitably lose his hand while swinging.
"Only I can take this road. Have you been targeting me from the beginning?"
Zhang Cishun still didn't want to fight, but he couldn't retreat. He still understands the principle of the broken window effect.
But the other party didn't answer.
He took the weapon in his hand and took two steps in the direction of Zhang Cishun, then said again: "Keep the things and let them go." The
voice was a little hoarse than the first time, and it was obvious that the other party was not as indifferent as he appeared.
Boom -
an unexpected thunder blew open the dark curtain.
The light of lightning reflected an unexpectedly familiar face in Zhang Cishun's pupils.
"Mahou?" He was a little surprised.
"..."
There was no answer, but the sudden figure of the other party gave Zhang Cishun the best response.
Feng was behind him, and after a few steps closer, the raised hand holding the machete fell instantly.
Zhang Cishun is not stupid. He will never stay where he is without defense. When the monkey moves to attack, Zhang Cishun takes a few steps back to gain space. He waved the steel bar in his hand like a stick.
The movements are crisp and neat!
When -
the violent collision and
the huge force backlash made Zhang Cishun's mouth numb instantly, and there was also a burning pain in his palms.
It was the feeling of the threads on the steel bars rubbing against flesh.
Ma Hou's condition is not much better than Zhang Cishun's.
But he obviously had more experience in fighting. At the moment when the two weapons collided and were shocked, he leaned forward and bullied Zhang Cishun. On his raised face, his calm and calm eyes could not be compared with even the rain. Cold gaze.
He raised his hand, and the blade of the sword reflected Zhang Cishun's face. The next moment...
poof!
The warm liquid spread to Zhang Cishun's palm.
The monkey was a little stunned, looking down at the thing that had sunk into his chest and was still turning over, causing severe pain.
"...Is this...a screwdriver..."
The strength in Ma Monkey's body was gradually dissipating, and the awl head stirring in his body caused him to be in severe pain all the time.
"...Ha..."
Ma Hou opened his mouth to say something, but all he saw was blood foam pouring out of his mouth.
he finally fell
He fell into the shrill rain curtain
and fell into Zhang Cishun's arms.
System information appeared in front of Zhang Cishun's eyes.
"Corpse: Ma Hou..."
The voice of Ma Hou suddenly sounded in his mind. It was not long after he was picked up by Jing Shuo when he came to this world.
It was also a night, but it was not as violent as today.
That was the night when he went gold panning alone for the first time. Goldfinger made him so rich that he couldn't control his joy on the way back and was targeted.
He remembered that the scene seemed to be like this today. On this trail, he was in the same position as he and the monkey were at the beginning.
That's really a good place. If you hide there and don't pay attention, even on an ordinary night, as long as the starlight and moonlight are not too bright, it won't attract too much attention.
How did the story develop later... Just like a story in a storybook, Ma Hou appeared and he drove the other party away.
When facing Zhang Cishun's thanks, Ma Hou only said one sentence to him:
"Where there are no street lights, all the animals wandering around at night are wild animals."
That was the first encounter between the two.
Zhang Cishun wanted to ask why. Is he short of money? Why didn't you speak...
He recalled the scene of the fight between the two just now, and it seemed that he only raised his hands when he discovered the identity of the other party.
"So what are you trying to do?"
In the rain, Zhang Cishun gently took out the screwdriver from Ma Hou's chest, and then quietly watched the rain wash away the warm blood on it.
(End of chapter)