Franka added happily.

She supported Jian Na and walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel along the shadows on the roadside.

As they approached their destination, they met Anthony Reed, an information dealer.

Lumian laughed and said in a mocking tone: "I thought you escaped."

"I still have some things to do in the market area."

Answered by Anthony Reid.

The four of them walked a few more steps and saw the beige five-story building.

The Golden Rooster Hotel is tilted a little more than before, and there are some cracks on the wall surface, with vines and branches that are starting to wither climbing.

Because the remaining residents and tenants have not yet returned, it reveals an indescribable dilapidation and silence.

Some time had passed, and a young man in plain clothes carried an old suitcase and followed the crowd off the steam train and out of the platform.

Went all the way to the chaotic streets.

He saw the beige five-story building and saw that its surface was painted with more than a dozen bright reds.

"Golden Rooster Hotel." He read out the name of the building, touched the banknotes and coins in his pocket, and felt that it should be affordable.

The Golden Rooster Hotel was much cleaner than he expected, although many places were covered with outdated newspapers and cheap pink paper.

But there are no bed bugs, sticky and disgusting phlegm and all kinds of garbage everywhere.

After spending 15 felgins to rent room 302, the young man carried his suitcase and climbed up the price ladder, thinking happily: "It's cheaper than I thought. Such a clean hotel only costs 15 felgins."

One month.”

After putting his suitcase in the cramped room, he decided to use the money he saved to go have a drink!

When you arrive in a happy city, you must look like a happy city.

He came all the way to the underground bar. As soon as he walked in, he felt the hustle and bustle. A guy in a shirt and tie was holding a beer, standing on the small round table waving his short arms, and enthusiastically greeted the people around him.

People were preaching something, while others drank, sang, and danced, and all refused to be quiet.

There were a few drinkers sitting at the bar, and there was a strange machine.

The young man came closer, looked at the rubber hose and glass tank of the machine, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

A handsome drinker with blond hair and black hair turned sideways and answered with a bright smile: "It's called the fool's meter. It can test a person's intelligence index, or stupidity index."
Chapter completed!