When we were about to reach the scrap purchase station, relevant signs appeared on the side of the road, indicating that the scrap purchase station was right in front of us, in fact, there was no sign at all. The smell in the air said everything.

After seeing this, Xiaobai asked Zhang Zi'an to stop the car. It planned to split the troops with Zhang Zi'an into two groups, preparing for the unsuccessful negotiations.

Zhang Zian didn't know what to do if the negotiations were not successful, but referring to Vladimir, Xiaobai must not be a vegetarian.

He continued to drive not far, and a courtyard surrounded by several rows of bungalows appeared in front of him.

It is deserted and there are no other ordinary houses. After all, living next to a waste station means being associated with a large number of mosquitoes, rats, fleas, cockroaches and other organisms, as well as various bacteria, not to mention the taste.

Living here is definitely more courageous than living next to an airport. The latter has at least annoying noise, and living here is a fatal thing!

There were large wattage lights hanging in front of the bungalows at the beginning, which made the road pale. Several trucks parked in the shadows, but no one was seen.

Zhang Zi'an parked his car on the side of the road, walked towards a house with a closed door, knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone?"

The room was quiet and no one responded.

He walked to the window and looked into the room.

The lights were on inside, but the glass was dirty, so I could only barely see clearly that there should be no one walking around.

Strange, isn't there anyone? Did they all go to the city to enjoy nightlife?

I don’t know if there is a broadband access in such a remote place, but now the mobile phone traffic fee has been reduced, so I won’t be able to access the Internet... Of course, only the night entertainment of the otakus is to access the Internet, and accessing the Internet cannot replace the health care.

The smell of the air is very bad and almost disgusting. The mosquitoes rush toward the body, and the big, fat, and unafraid gray mice are leaping over the feet. There are arthropod insects with shiny carapaces in the soil. This environment makes ordinary people not want to stay for a moment.

Zhang Zi'an took out the Pinxixi version of the cool oil and applied it to the exposed parts of his body, barely blocking the attack of mosquitoes, but mice don't eat this set. The mice may carry fleas, and fleas may infect plague... It makes the scalp numb if you think about it.

He changed another house and knocked on the door.

Someone responded indoors this time.

"Who?" A vague and impatient voice came.

"I'm...well, you went to my place to transport empty bottles during the day." Zhang Zi'an said.

"Wait."

Two or three minutes later, a lean and alcohol-filled man came out to open the door. His hair was messy and covered in dirt, shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-waisted ripped jeans and a pair of flip-flops.

Zhang Zian hadn't seen this person during the day, and maybe he hadn't noticed him.

"What's the matter?" He leaned on the door frame, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and glanced at Zhang Zi'an with sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up or hadn't woken up yet.

Zhang Zi'an thought about the words and said, "During the daytime, you go to my place to empty the bottles, but when the settlement is settled, it seems that the number of bottles is not right, so I have calculated less money..."

"It's not my business, whoever you can calculate it, you'll go to! There's no one today, let's talk about it tomorrow!" The man interrupted him rudely without waiting for him to finish speaking, waved his hand and rushed him out, and then closed the door with a slam.

Zhang Zi'an was turned away. In fact, he just wanted to explain to them that they should not do this in the future, but the man seemed to misunderstand that he wanted to get less money during the day.

This was as expected. It was not so easy to spit out the meat he had eaten into his mouth. On the other hand, it also proved that the quality of these people was really worrying, and it was unlikely to expect them to be grateful.

He returned to the side of the car, but he didn't dare to stand still, and kept wandering, afraid that fleas or something would crawl into his shoes and trousers.

I don’t know where Xiaobai has gone, so I can only wait for it to come back here.

A few minutes later, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass beside the car, as if something was approaching, but it was very dark and it was impossible to see whether it was a human or an animal.

Zhang Zi'an's heart suddenly rose and asked softly: "Who?"

"I."

Xiaobai responded in a low voice and came out of the darkness.

"How is it?" he asked.

Xiaobai did not answer, turned around and signaled: "Come with me."

Zhang Zi'an locked the car first, closed the windows tightly, and then followed Xiaobai with his footsteps.

Xiaobai took him around several bungalows and slipped towards the back of the scrap station.

There was no one guarding the road, and there was no need for anyone to guard it, and no one would come to the scrap station to steal things.

People gradually came from the front, with unscrupulous noises, as if they were carnival.

Xiaobai turned his head and signaled him to be careful, there was someone in front of him.

Zhang Zi'an understood and walked forward with a cat's waist.

With the protection of a corner of a house, he showed a small face and quietly looked at the direction of the noise.

In the clearings between the garbage dumps, several people sat around the fire, like camping in the garbage, with several familiar faces seen during the day.

They were surrounded by boxes of cans of beer, constantly filling them with their mouths.

What is most interesting is that on the land next to them, there is a yellow local dog tied up in many colors.

Xiaobai stared at the local dog and turned around and gave Zhang Zian a wink.

Could it be... this local dog is the one that was almost hit by the Wuling God Light just now?

So, why is it tied up?

In this scenario, the answer given by intuition is often the most correct answer.

The native dog is thin and has no fat on its body. Not only is its limbs tied, but its mouth is tied with ropes. It is impossible to scream, and it can only twist and struggle on the ground.

In the fire, a man stood up with a beer can, laughing at the others: "I'm lucky today. I first killed a sucker and earned a few boxes of beer money. I was planning to buy some more food, but this stupid dog was automatically delivered to my door. Today, my brothers are going to have a great time! Let's continue drinking the rest tomorrow!"

"Haha! I'm almost greedy! The dog meat last time was so fragrant! I drool when I think about it now!"

"That's it! I can't forget this thing after eating it once. It smells good, tsk tsk!"

Someone looked back at the bungalow behind him. Zhang Zian thought he had been discovered, so he hid it and was ready to run away at any time.

"Is Gou Sheng still sleeping? Do you want to shout him up?"

"Forget it, this dog is not fat, it's not enough for us to share, so let him continue to sleep!"

"Haha! He will definitely be anxious tomorrow and say we won't call him if we eat dog meat!"

"Stop talking, let's finish the beer if you continue. Get started!"

"good!"

The man who stood up pulled out a switchblade from his trouser pocket and looked at the local dog maliciously.
Chapter completed!