Dirty, cramped

This is Zhu Jue’s first impression of this market.

The crude steel buildings with no aesthetic sense are everywhere in this area. They are crowded together, and the gaps cannot even allow one person to pass through. Some houses are still crooked together, which makes people involuntarily remind of the disgusting scenes of two greasy uncles pushing back and forth. Outside the house, there are various strange signs hanging. These are the permanent shops in the black market, and they do everything. The philosophical body renovation shops are undoubtedly the most popular ones.

The streets are the most primitive dirt roads, with sewage and garbage everywhere. Except for the permanent shops that occupy a large area, this is a concentrated place for renting stalls, and rows of shanty towns are built randomly on both sides of the road.

With his hands in his pockets, Zhu Jue's eyes swept across the stalls around him.

Masque parts, special robots, weapons and equipment, drugs, special props, etc., which are simply impossible to appear in the formal market, can be seen everywhere here. Occasionally, you can encounter "human goods" in special cabins in some of these shops, but you don't know whether the "commodities" inside are dead or alive.

I didn't pay much attention because Zhu Jue didn't think he could change anything.

Crossing through the shanty stalls and coming to the station area where the store manager held his mobile phone and looked for the exact location according to the address in the information.

"Do you usually send them here after you kill those guests?"

Zhu Jue, who withdrew his gaze, asked inadvertently.

"Uh...it's true. The black market is very efficient in handling corpses. I just need to take people to a nearby site. I don't need to do anything. They can complete the approximate test in about 15 minutes and then get the price. I just need to take the money and leave."

The store manager thought Zhu Jue was asking him about some of the situation in the black market, so he thought about it and answered truthfully.

"Have you made a lot of money?"

Zhu Jue suddenly took two steps quickly, held the manager's shoulder, and said with a smile,

"I've taught me this way too. You know, I'm an outsider and it's very difficult to make money."

"Actually, there are not many. After all, there are places like antique shops that usually come from, and you can't kill them when you see them. You have to have a choice. Today, it is because of the silver pot problem."

Perhaps because he was worried that Zhu Jue would misunderstand something, the manager clasped his index finger and thumb and said,

"I don't break the law often. Most of the time I am a law-abiding citizen, but I just occasionally... I want to eat."

"Hey~ Don't be so arrogant. What does it have to do with me whether you kill or not? I have seen a lot of dead people. Yecheng, do you know that it was my former residence."

Zhu Jue seemed to have no concern about the store manager's dark means at all.

"What you are saying is that everyone is striving for survival, and the existence of those weak is the soil to provide us with nutrients."

The store manager swallowed, feeling that the people beside him were somewhat reasonable and looked a little relaxed. He happened to be close to the location marked on the address at this time, so he raised his hand and pointed to a dilapidated building in front of him and said,

"It's there, you don't have to talk later. I'm responsible for communication and can help you get their information."

"It seems that our store manager is very thoughtful...I have another question. Have you been here before? I'm worried that if the people inside don't know you, there will be trouble."

After passing through a neon sign, the red colored light reflected on the back of the store manager's shoulder, and some sand was overflowing.

Zhu Jue kept smiling, but his eyes began to feel cold.

"I haven't been here before. After all, it's only three months. You're the only one I met with whom I hold the silver pot. You don't have to worry about this. They said it very clearly. I only recognize things. I'll take you over and take out the silver pot."

"Oh, good thing, that is, no matter whether I am here or not, as long as you are there with the silver pot and then tell them my location, you can get a reward, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then go to the store manager."

Suddenly stopped, Zhu Jue pressed his palm against the store manager, and suddenly pushed him into the narrow alley in front of the left, glanced at the surrounding environment, and no one was approaching.

"I...really let me go by myself?"

The store manager who escaped from trouble was still a little disbelief. He widened his eyes and looked back. Did the other party let him go?

"I asked the store manager to go, not you."

Zhu Jue pursed his lips, his face disappeared, and he kneaded Feng Ling's cheek and said softly.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. If you asked the store manager to come over, am I the store manager?"

The store manager did not understand what Zhu Jue meant. He just waited for him to raise his hand and wanted to point him, but found that a ball of sand had appeared in his hand at some point.

......

Um~ Um~

The cocoon formed by the scavenger leaned against the dark alleyway, and dull wails came from it.

"The things that those who were sent here after being stunned by you are probably not much different from what you are facing now, but I don't think your dark hearts can sell for the price, so I'd just feed the scavenger."

Zhu Jue stood there, watching the cocoon gradually shrink throughout the whole process, waiting for the scavenger to roll back and reorganize into his driving force.

After a brief blurred figure, another store manager appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"I said, I'm asking the store manager to go over, not you."

Putting on the round-framed gold wire glasses sent by the scavenger, Zhu Jue stroked the short blonde hair above his head, picked up the other party's cell phone, and unlocked the fingerprint without any surprise.

Walking into the iron-clad building in front, the dim colored lights and various debris piled up in the dilapidated corridor made Zhu Jue frown, crossing several garbage bags, and his eyes were closed one by one.

This place is not all shops, it seems that there are some indigenous people from Pasfica.

Perceive the unfolding silently and check the surrounding environment.

There seemed to be someone in every room, so Zhu Jue touched his nose with some confusion.

Does anyone like to live next to the black market?

The room at the address arrived soon. Zhu Jue looked at the office sign outside. He wanted to ring the doorbell but found that there was no such "high-tech" thing as a doorbell in the room here. He could only flex his fingers and knock on the door.

"Windling, please help me pay attention to the surrounding situation outside. If you find any discoveries, call me."

Taking advantage of the time when the other party came to open the door, Zhu Jue whispered to the wind chime on his shoulder. The latter rubbed Zhu Jue's cheek, turned around and jumped to the iron frame outside the window, and found a relatively clean position to crawl.

Squeak ~

"Is there anything wrong?"

A woman in black formal attire poked her head out and asked.

"I heard that you have collected this thing with 1 million yuan?"

He took out the silver pot and shook it in front of the other party. Zhu Jue directly expressed his purpose.

When the woman saw what Zhu Jue had in her hand, her expression stopped. She immediately turned her head and asked the house for advice: "Boss, another new customer is here."

"again?"

Zhu Jue asked in confusion. The other party’s reaction meant that he was not the only one who came tonight?

"Please come in."

A thick male voice came out in the room. The woman immediately opened the door and signaled Zhu Jue to go in.

The decoration of this firm hidden near the black market is not as dirty and messy as it looks outside. Although it is not very exquisite, it is considered a normal firm.

After walking through the corridor at the main entrance and walking into the house, Zhu Jue saw at a glance the people sitting on both sides of the sofa in the middle of the room and several silver pots on the low table.

Zhu Jue subconsciously glanced at the silver pot in his hand.

Is this something so common?

"Sit there casually, and wait until I finish the appraisal here and then look at what you have in your hands."

The man sitting on the sofa on the left raised his hand and pointed to the seats on the other side of the room and said.

There were already three people sitting there. When Zhu Jue turned his eyes to them, they were also looking at Zhu Jue.

The current situation is undoubtedly beyond Zhu Jue's expectations. Before he came, he thought that objects involving different spaces were always very rare. Even if there were, many people would hide them in order to keep their secrets. As a result, there were actually many people selling things...

"You are here to sell this too?"

Sitting at the back according to the seats, Zhu Jue talked to a middle-aged man next to him who looked pale and thin, as if he had some serious illness.

"Of course, 1 million per person, who doesn't want to sell it?"

Even on this stuffy summer night, the man who was still wearing a black coat and wrapped his body tightly, glanced at the silver pot in Zhujue's hand, and then said,

"Friend, this one in your hand looks real, where did you get it?"

"What's true and fake...even fake ones are accepted here?"

Zhu Jue looked at the deal that was being discussed there in wonder. When he heard the middle-aged man's words, he thought of the reason. He blinked and cooperated with the appearance of being angry after being discovered.

"I'm a real guy, I caught a young man and snatched it from him."

Zhu Jue said this on purpose. Although the person in his hand was indeed a real person, the way he could make the few people next to him who were erecting their ears to eavesdrop on him and relax their vigilance.

"I don't believe it. Look at the pots in those guys' hands. I, an antique dealer, knew at a glance that I was looking for someone to copy them in a small workshop and sold them to the door for 1 million. Those people are just a group of idiots who are just a hospital certificate from mentally retarded."

The middle-aged man didn't care much about Zhu Jue's words, and lowered his voice and pointed to the parties to the transaction that was being negotiated there.

As the two were talking, the two groups of people on the sofa seemed to have quarrel. Obviously, the people on the firm were not suckers and easily recognized it as a fake. The people on the other side naturally refused, insisting that they were real people, and also saying that they had spent a lot of effort to find this "treasure".

Their general meaning is very simple, and they are unwilling to give one million... They still have to make more than one hundred thousand, right?

Otherwise, this matter will never end tonight!

This is dependent on it.

While the office was having a fight, several computers and some instruments were working continuously in the room next to it.

"Sir, we found the second suspicious item!"

Someone was sitting in front of the computer to report the situation, and the screen was the silver pot in Zhu Jue's hand.
Chapter completed!