Gamers Are Fierce

The next day, early morning.

This is an unremarkable ordinary street, with busy traffic and constant flow.

The alley in the middle of the street was dark and dark, with stagnant water remaining on the ground. There were several filled black trash cans in the corners, and an old and faded tent sat against the wall.

The zipper door of the tent was not closed;

Inside, you can see a ball of cotton quilt wrapped in the outline of a human figure.

With the rustling sound,

An old woman slowly opened the cotton quilt,

He sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stuck his head out of the tent.

She is about sixty years old, has a chubby figure, and is wearing a brown jacket and black trousers.

His hair is messy, his face is wrinkled, his eyes are small, his eye circles are dark, and his eye bags are droopy.

He seemed to be in poor mental condition, with a lingering anxiety and panic between his eyebrows.

The morning breeze blows,

The aroma of food from the breakfast shop on the corner penetrated my nose.

The old woman swallowed.

Slowly retracted the tent, lowered his head and glanced,

There were several empty mineral water bottles and compressed biscuit packaging bags scattered in the corner of the tent.

Gulu.

There is a noise in my stomach,

The old woman subconsciously prepared to get up and crawl out of the tent.

However, the palm just touched the ground,

He quickly retracted it like an electric shock.

No, can't leave here.

She looked at the public security agency building across the road, licked her chapped lips, and looked around for a while.

He shouted in a low voice to a white-collar woman walking in front of him: Girl, girl?

The white-collar worker who was in a hurry was playing with his mobile phone when he heard shouting,

He glanced at the old woman who looked like a beggar in the dirty tent with the corner of his eye, his eyes showing caution.

He didn't say anything, just silently quickened his pace and left the alley.

...

Seeing the white-collar woman walking away ignoring her, the old woman pursed her lips, a trace of clearly visible helplessness flashing in her eyes.

She hid in the tent and shouted for a while,

But passers-by either completely ignore it and just walk by.

Or just take out some scattered coins and throw them in front of the tent.

Gululu.

Her stomach rumbled even louder, and the old woman sat in the tent, a little discouraged.

At this time, a handsome young man wearing a black and white hoodie, blue baggy jeans, a short haircut, and earrings walked through the street.

I stopped just in front of the alley, turned around and looked around.

The robotic female voice of the map navigation software rang out from the cell phone in her hand.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, the old woman hurriedly leaned her upper body out of the tent, with an eager smile on her face, and shouted to the young man, Young man, young man?

The short-haired boy turned his head, his eyes wary, You called me?

Yep.

The old woman smiled and nodded, Can you help me buy something to eat? You don't have to go to the breakfast shop to buy it. Just go to the supermarket next door to buy bread and mineral water.

The short-haired boy frowned and was about to refuse.

The old woman hurriedly added: I'm really not a beggar! Now, I'll give you this money. You just need to help me buy more food, and the rest of the money will be given to you.

She hurriedly reached out and grabbed the banknotes on the ground, and took some money from the tent. She held it in her hand and begged, Please be kind and help me.

The short-haired boy asked suspiciously: Auntie, are your legs and feet disabled?

The old woman hesitated for a moment and nodded, Well...

...Fine.

The short-haired boy moved hesitantly and took out two of the cleanest-looking twenty-yuan notes from her hand.

He frowned slightly and said warily, Just bread and mineral water, you don't have to choose the type, right?

I'll get it for you later, but don't blackmail me.

I can record it.

If I don't blackmail you, I won't blackmail you.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and watched the other party walk along the street and into the roadside supermarket. After a while, she came out with a bulging plastic bag.

What you want.

The boy placed the plastic bag on the ground not far from the front of the tent, slowly straightened up, took two steps back, and wiped the side of his jeans with his fingers that had been strangled by the plastic bag.

The hungry old woman nodded gratefully, leaned out of the tent, held the ground with the palm of one hand, hooked the plastic bag with the other hand, and dragged the plastic bag into the tent.

After rummaging for a while, he took out the bread, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and started eating and drinking impatiently.

Cough cough cough.

She coughed violently from eating too fast,

The short-haired boy was wearing headphones for himself. Seeing the uncomfortable expression on her face, he couldn't help but remind her: Mom, eat slowly.

Eh.

The old woman responded and slowed down her eating slightly.

The short-haired boy pursed his lips and asked, Auntie, where are your family members?

The old woman paused and said softly: They don't want me anymore.

Don't want you?

The young man raised his eyebrows and said, Abandoned old people, why didn't you call the police? Arrest them?

...

The old woman chewed the bread silently and did not answer the question.

The young man asked for trouble and curled his lips in displeasure, Tsk, forget it if you don't tell me.

...them,

The old woman's eyes were dull, I think I have a bad reputation.

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Special Affairs Bureau, staff canteen.

Wei Linglan, wearing a white shirt, sat alone behind the dining table. On the table were placed an untouched exquisite dinner plate and a portfolio.

Qilianxiang, Qilianxiang...

People are coming and going around,

She pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, tapped her fingers on the portfolio, and murmured softly.

She had earphones plugged into her ears, and the earphone cable was connected to a small portable recorder. Through the glass cover of the recorder, you could see the tape inside slowly spinning.

Sister Lan, what are you muttering about?

Chuyin came over with a dinner plate and sat opposite Wei Linglan.

Picking up the ice-cold Coke on the plate, he ignored the straw and took a big sip of it.

Then he put down the can with a snap, let out a satisfied Ah~ sound, and slumped into the seat.

A smile flashed across Wei Linglan's face. She also picked up the juice on her plate and took a sip. She smiled and said, I drink Coke so early in the morning.

Why don’t you have dinner with Ashes today?

He is so boring. He has recently participated in various training courses in the bureau and is extremely busy all day long.

Chuyin curled her lips helplessly, glanced at the portfolio, and asked casually: What is this?

Just a little information.

Wei Linglan said lightly,

The interrogation record recorded on the tape recorder was played in the earphones.

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