After eating, Pan Xiaoxian said goodbye to the three cheap passengers and went to the station to wait for the bus alone, and after a while, a bus slowly stopped, and the electric door opened with a "bang", Pan Xiaoxian just raised his legs, but the bus driver recognized him at a glance.
"Lying in the groove and touching the new posture of porcelain" coincidentally ran into the bus driver who sent him back that night, so frightened that this guy did not hesitate to close the door and kick the floor oil, and drove the bus out of the sports car "Nima" Pan Xiaoxian was messy in the wind, and he could only continue to wait for the next one sadly.
Pan Xiaoxian took the next bus to the other end of the city, which is also on the edge of Area B near Area C.
The base of the mountain city is prosperous, and this is like the back of the prosperity, compared with the bright lights and neon flashing cities, the main tone here is gray, poverty, backwardness, and desertion are like a group of ragged refugees living in the ruins.
The official name of the place is "Golden Street", because 50 years ago it was the most prosperous area of the mountain city base, but 50 years later it is a slum.
Pan Xiaoxian's home is here, and the bus only goes to the intersection of Jin Street, not deep.
Pan Xiaoxian could only walk in on foot, and there were still three kilometers from the street entrance to his house, but he was already used to it, and he could just exercise by the way.
It's just that this time is different from the past, Pan Xiaoxian dragged his heavy steps, as if walking on the cracked asphalt road step by step, this road is really long However, he did not feel depressed by this, on the contrary, he tried to pull a smile and greet his neighbors on the side of the road from time to time.
In the past, with Pan Xiaoxian's neat mouth, uncles and aunts shouted all the way over, and his popularity was very good.
But now Pan Xiaoxian can only raise his hand with difficulty, waving his hand all the way, and the sound of tooth-sore joint friction from the shoulder joint has not stopped.
"Brother Xiao Xian is back, Brother Xiao Xian is back" A group of children surrounded them, they were wearing clothes that had been changed from adult clothes to small ones, and they trampled on the stagnant water on the ground with their bare feet.
Children grow up fast, and those who are in difficulty at home are reluctant to buy them suitable shoes to wear.
Pan Xiaoxian's family situation was much better than them when he was a child, he usually wore shoes, and only went barefoot when he played football.
Smiling, he took out a handful of colorful candies from his pocket, which is the cheapest fruit candy, which doesn't cost much, but can make every child have a happy smile on his face.
When Pan Xiaoxian went out to school, the neighbors helped his family a lot, so Pan Xiaoxian would give back as much as he could.
The children ran away happily when they got the candy, and Pan Xiaoxian continued to stagger forward until he stopped when he saw the door of the house.
He saw his father, Pan Laoshi, who was sitting on a pony and repairing shoes at the door of his house.
Pan Laoshi is just in his early forties this year, but his face is wrinkled and his hair is gray, and he looks like an old man in his fifties.
He was wearing a patched ragged denim overalls, an apron around his neck, and he was using his calloused hands to penetrate the thick brim of his shoes with an awl, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose slipped down, and he couldn't even free his hands to help him.
Pan Xiaoxian's nose was sour, but there were no tears, it was very difficult for him to laugh now, and it was even more difficult to cry.
At this time, suddenly a curly-haired young man ran over and grabbed Pan Laoshi's apron and pulled it hard The strap of the apron was broken, and the apron fell into the hands of the curly-haired young man, the curly-haired young man jumped to the side and reached out into the belly pocket of the apron, and took out a handful of colorful change, which was Pan Laoshi's income for a day, and the curly-haired young man spit on the ground with a thick phlegm: "This little bit of paralysis is not enough for Lao Tzu to shoot" Pan reacted honestly and shouted anxiously: "Money my money" "Haha, what is your money, this is my money" The curly-haired young man flung his apron around like a flag without fear: "You have the ability to catch me" "Give it back to me" Pan honestly struggled to his feet, and staggered towards the curly-haired young man, but he ran very slowly, and the ground was obviously flat, but it was one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if there was something wrong with his legs.
"Haha, come on, catch me," the curly-haired young man ran backwards, shaking his apron as if he were a bullfighter.
The surrounding neighbors dared to be angry when they saw someone, obviously they all knew this curly-haired young man, and they were all afraid of this curly-haired young man.
"Stop, pay me back" Pan Laoshi ran and suddenly stepped into the crack of the cracked asphalt road, and immediately fell to the ground.
One of his feet was knee-high stuck in the crack, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be an artificial prosthetic leg, and it was a very primitive kind of prosthetic leg, with blood on the interface of the prosthetic leg, and there were dried and blackened blood stains.
"Stop" Pan Laoshi, who only had one leg, was lying on the ground and still desperately crawling towards the curly-haired young man, his broken leg was blurred with blood, leaving drops of blood on the ground.
"Haha, I don't understand, why do you all like to shout and stop, do you think that if you shout to stop, uncle, I will stop" The curly-haired young man laughed arrogantly, looked down at Pan Laoshi playfully, and walked backwards.
Suddenly, a large cold and powerful hand grabbed the back of his neck, and the curly-haired young man was taken aback, and then without hesitation, he pulled out his knife and stabbed it behind him This is a slum, for example, fights are commonplace where you can't see them at all, and the convenience of being close to Area C also makes it a warm ground for gangsters to develop, and there are more gangsters than good people.
The curly-haired young man is a ruffian, and he is usually very ruthless in fights, and he has hooked up with a gang in Area C, and he is considered a supernumerary, and he can go to Area C at any time to become a regular.
So the neighbors were afraid of him, and he became more and more arrogant.
He also thought about it, and just went to Area C if he was stabbed to death, anyway, Lao Tzu is a black household, and he is not afraid to wear shoes barefoot How do you know that after he stabbed the knife out, he obviously stabbed it, and he also stabbed it in, but the people behind him didn't react at all.
The curly-haired young man was a little confused, and then he felt his wrist being held by a large, cold and powerful hand.
This hand is really cold, and the thief pulls hard, just like a vice, the curly-haired young man subconsciously struggled but couldn't break free, and when he wanted to earn again, the big hand was hard to hold, "click", this wrist was not only broken, but it was pinched into a ball of meat sauce "Ahh "Let go of me" The curly-haired young man yelled inwardly: "I know the big brother of the axe in the C area, I will find someone to hack you to death" "Click" He was answered with a crisp thud, his bones shattered, and the ankles of the curly-haired young man were also pinched into a ball of meat sauce "Big brother, big brother, I was wrong, spare me" The curly-haired young man couldn't stand anymore, he cried and begged for mercy, because the people behind him were so terrible, in the silence one after another, his arms and legs were abolished one after another, this kind of injury, psychological far greater than physical.
But the person behind him didn't say anything, and the big hand grabbed his other wrist again, and the curly-haired young man subconsciously shook desperately to dodge.
Nimapan Xiaoxian was also drunk, although he now had amazing strength, he had lost his flexibility, and he couldn't even hold the curly-haired young man's hand for a while.
But it doesn't matter, Pan Xiaoxian's hand is on the shoulder of the curly-haired young man, "click", it is okay to crush it directly from the shoulder.
"Ah, kill people, help," the curly-haired young man cried out in tears.
But as in the case just now, no one dared to stand up and stop it.
The difference is that no one dared to stop it before, but now no one wants to stop it.
Pan Xiaoxian felt that it was too difficult to bend down and crush the curly-haired young man's other foot, so he pulled out the knife inserted in his stomach and stabbed it into the root of the curly-haired young man's thigh, which could be regarded as scrapping the curly-haired young man's limbs, and then Pan Xiaoxian snatched his father's apron and threw the curly-haired young man on the ground like a rag doll.
It is easy to kill someone, but Pan Xiaoxian has a family and a family and a family The limbs of the wasted man are not a big problem, in the slums, the people have always been unaccountable, and the curly-haired young man is such a black household, who will sue for him Besides, the curly-haired young man has a bad record and is suspected of rape many times, if it weren't for the fact that no one was willing to stand up and testify against him, he would have gone to jail a long time ago.
And he is also involved in the gangsters in District C, how dare such a person call the police The neighbors all looked at Pan Xiaoxian with cringe, this cruel murderer, or the optimistic they knew who always smiled no matter what happened It is true that Pan Xiaoxian did what they wanted to do but did not dare to do, but it made the neighbors full of fear of him.
He didn't care about this Pan Xiaoxian, in the past, he really felt that the relationship between neighbors and neighbors was as good as his relatives, but when he just saw that everyone was wise to protect himself, Pan Xiaoxian knew that he was actually too naïve before.
The so-called distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, yes, it is okay for everyone to do a small favor in ordinary life, such as your family has no food to come to my house to make do with a meal, and your family has something to do with the children in my house for a day, these are no problem, but when it comes to things that are dangerous or damage to their own interests, neighbors are just irrelevant outsiders after all, who will fight hard for you and gangsters Pan Xiaoxian, who was in a heavy mood, dragged even heavier steps, and walked step by step towards his father lying on the ground, which was his real relative. t1706231537: