Chapter 796 Waitress
These tramps were naturally invisible. A group of evil spirits surrounding them were ignited by Zhang Fan's karma fire, turned into soot with a sad ghost!
"Are you a magician? It's so beautiful!" The tramp drank the last sip of inferior wine in the bottle and rubbed his eyes.
"I'll give you a piece of advice and leave the city quickly..." Zhang Fan shook his head and said with a smile.
"Is the opposition going to launch an attack?" The tramp asked eagerly.
"It's more terrible than that..." Zhang Fan turned around and left a sentence and left with Akon's green wings.
After the three people went far away, several homeless people still gathered around the edge of the fire barrel and commented on the three strangers. "These foreigners who pretend to be ghosts and eat, there is nothing to grab here, and there is a refugee camp, which attracts the attention of the United Nations and the international community. Those How could the opposition or government forces kill this slum..."
"That's right, but that girl's figure is still very good..."
One of the little people looked at the distant backs of the three people, shook his head and said, "I think these three guys have some words. I'll clean up tomorrow and go to my grandma's house in the east to hide for a while..."
"You coward, go back to the countryside. I won't leave here. For me, this is heaven. Those girls who run from the north need to be comforted... hey hey..."
"You should listen to those foreigners. They are right..." A negative sound suddenly sounded behind the tramp, which shocked these vagrants.
Who? Who is there? The tramp who finished drinking suddenly turned around and saw a shadow huddled in his robe.
The little tramp glanced at the uninvited guest. He couldn't see any weapons on him. He pouted to several other homeless people with smiles on his faces and said, "Friends are so familiar. Come and talk together..." But the hand behind him pulled out a folding knife and held it back in his hand...
The uninvited guest's face was hidden in his hood, and no one could see his face clearly. The little man was actually familiar. He is a habitual thief with a good vision and can see what the other party is. Just now, Zhang Fan and the other three knew that they must be soldiers or mercenaries, so he didn't dare to mess with them. But the one in front of us is alone...
Several other tramps also surrounded it maliciously. Although their faces looked indifferent and their feet staggered, they occupied a favorable position very skillfully and blocked the road. It seems that these vagrants often change their job as robbers. And the person in the robe in front of him seems to be very thin and weak.
"Greedy human..." The robed man in front of him opened his hands and showed two white jade-like hands, as if to hug these tramps. But how can these ordinary human beings see that behind this uninvited guest, a group of horrible corpses crawled over, and greedy saliva flowed from their mouths. In his wide sleeves, countless fierce spirits screamed and rushed out...
"It's still a girl, and those hands are so beautiful..." This is the last thought of the tramps.
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The small clock has a little cracked, and it sounds like a broken gong. After three sounds, after waiting for half a sound, the broken iron door opened with a bang. A hand carrying a kerosene lamp stretched out from inside and lit up the dim door. But the light flashes and seems to go out at any time. Probably because of fuel saving, the flames are adjusted very small.
"Come in..." A hoarse and tired voice made, which didn't seem to care that the other party came to disturb you so late. Maybe most of the people who came here to find a house had no place to live at night.
The three immediately followed the guidance of the kerosene lamp and got into the iron door. "We want to find..."
"The people who came here are looking for a house to live in..." It was a middle-aged man, wearing a robe and came out barefoot, with a big beard and a scar crawling across his left cheek, looking very tough. The Arab man, with three people turning left and right, entered a cramped room with glass covered with rusty iron nets. There is a broken table in the room, which is full of some paper. He hung the kerosene lamp on a hook hanging from the beam and began to search for the paper.
"How many beds do you want? The rent is paid once a month, paid first and then lived, with four beds in a single room, 500 lira a month..." The Arab man did not raise his head and skillfully quoted the price.
"In fact, we are looking for someone..." Aken handed over the bright picture of the tiger, "We can pay you for your satisfaction." The other hand has already withdrawn ten dollars, which is equivalent to the monthly rent of a single room.
"This service is not provided here..." Samuel looked at ten dollars indifferently and said disdainfully.
"We are his friends..." Zhang Fan thought that Samuel was protecting the interests of the tenants.
"This has nothing to do with me. People who come here to find people are all friends." The Arab man sneered, but he said, "But you can rent a house and live there and look for it slowly. There are a lot of people here, and some of them are very informative..."
As soon as Aken heard this reminder, he immediately handed over ten dollars. "Let's rent a single room, which is a month's rent."
"If you leave early, the rent will not be refunded. I will receive it a week in advance for the next month." Samuel put ten dollars under the kerosene lamp and adjusted the fire to the maximum. He saw that it was not counterfeit money and adjusted the flame to the minimum. The miser was very economical.
"The three of us..." Aken wanted to say something.
"I never knew you!" Samuel interrupted him, took down the kerosene lamp from the hook and led the three to see the house.
Aken nodded with satisfaction and wink at Zhang Fan's green wings. The three followed him, got into the dense iron shantytowns, and hid here. It was estimated that even if Maoshan was the master to find someone, it would take some effort.
It is a skewed iron house on the second floor, which is only five or six square meters, not as big as the kitchen in Zhang Fan's apartment in C City. But there are two upper and lower beds. In the middle of the two beds is a long small table. On the wall against which the table is supported, there is a ventilation window that can be opened, but the head can't even reach out. ** With a very thin mattress, a broken blanket is a quilt.
"Why is there no light?" Green Wing asked in English that she was used to wild life in the scene and did not think it was shabby here.
Samuel rolled his eyes and said, "This is not your private villa. Candles are very expensive."
"Where is the toilet?" Green wings have been suffoed for a long time.
Semir pointed to the outside of the house, "Where there is no one..."
"..." Green Wing is speechless.
Zhang Fan doesn't care about the simplicity of this house. What he is most concerned about is supplies. "Where can I buy food here?"
Semir smiled and said, "I offer two meals a day here, but it's not cheap. You can also go to the market to buy it. The tenants here only eat one meal a day, but you don't seem to be short of money..."
Bazaar? Where is the market? Aken immediately pricked up his ears.
"It's dawn. You go to a crowded place and find it." Semir yawned and walked out of the door. Suddenly, he turned around and said, "It's not safe here at night. Don't wander around if you have nothing to do. Don't blame me for not reminding you..." After saying that, he shook the kerosene lamp and left. The bean-sized light is like the fire lit by Zhang Fan's fingertips...
Aken pressed Zhang Fan's hand, "Let go of the evil spirits around here..."
Zhang Fan immediately understood what Aken meant. With the presence of these evil spirits, who would know that there was a clergy scavenger living here?
The three lifted all the dirty bedding, took out the sleeping bag from the backpack, and fell asleep.
The next morning, I went to the market to find out about the situation. This market sells a variety of things, including all kinds of cheap vegetables, food, clothing and daily necessities, from cattle and sheep, to guns, ammunition, medicine and fuel, and all kinds of contraband. I didn't know that this slum has such a large consumption capacity. Maybe this slum is not as simple as it seems.
There are also various shops and pubs next to this market, selling cheap drinks and sex-trading. For three to five dollars, you can enjoy a rich meal of wine and dishes, plus the sexual service of a thin Arab woman. It's cheap enough to make Aken say it's cheap. It seems that those girls are good-looking except for some malnutrition.
Of course, this is also a good place to explore intelligence. Aken shouted some wine and dishes, gave a dollar tip, and stuffed it into the beautiful waitress's low chest collar. "I want to know who is the most well-informed person in this place?" This waitress is very beautiful and has a good acquaintance with the drinkers here.
The waitress** moved for a moment and did not use her hands. She directly moved the money to her deep cleavage with the vitality of Shuangfeng and disappeared. Then she gave Aken a wink, "except for that old Samuel, I am the most well-informed place. We can talk to another place. If you are free in the afternoon, handsome man."
Akan was confused by the waiter's excellent breast-moving skills. Hearing her answer, he immediately patted her plump buttocks with an evil smile. "The old man is free now..." Then he took out the tiger's bright photo and showed it to the ** waiter, "If you have seen him, then you can send a note. Xiaocai.
The woman looked down at the person in the photo and shook her head indifferently, "I haven't seen..." But she turned to say confidently, "But as long as he is in this place, as long as he gives me some time, I can find him!"
How long will it take? I want to tell you that we don't have much time..." Aken took out a few dollars and put them back in his pocket one by one, indicating that the waiter's remuneration will be less and less over time.