Infinite Script Killing

As soon as the wind blew up, it started to get dark outside.

He waved his hand and called a two-wheeler, got on the car and said, "Go west."

"West?"

The driver looked back at Xu Tong: "Where to the west?"

Xu Tong thought for a moment and took out a dollar from his wallet: "Keep walking. I'll call you somewhere!"

Seeing the red dollar, the coachman's face suddenly became happy. He could only earn a few cents from pulling the coach for a day, but now he was working hard for two days.

Immediately use your strength to run forward.

Xu Tong took out the letter in the car, opened it, and saw a poem written on it: "Go west to the capital road in front of the door, lying down and watching the endless people coming and going. Don't worry about the road ahead without friends, no one in the world will not know you. .”

Looking at the poem on the envelope, he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The other person used two poems spliced ​​together for him. Of course, he wasn't trying to show off his literary talent.

Walking west to the capital road in front of the gate, you can lie down and watch the endless people coming and going.

This is to remind myself to go west and to pay more attention to the people around me.

Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.

This sentence is a bit hard to understand. It can be understood as having two meanings.

Going west, there are people you know well waiting for you, and the last sentence is intriguing.

My identity is just a small forensic doctor who was transferred from the provincial capital. How can I be known to so many people?

Combined with the reminder of the identity change after opening the legendary item, this sentence can't help but feel a bit threatening.

Is someone trying to deal with him? ?

Thinking of this, Xu Tong suddenly became alert, not to the upcoming danger, but to Feng Lailou.

I haven't figured out what happened with the note last time, so this time I gave myself a poem to remind myself of the danger.

Assuming that Feng Lailou is really so powerful and knows everything about the world, why should it help him? ? Just because I'm handsome? Well...although I do look handsome.

Well, to take a step back, boss Feng Lailou has taken a liking to me just because he is handsome, but if he really wants to help him, why bother to look far away from the near and use an ambiguous poem to remind himself? Let yourself go west?

After thinking about it, Xu Tong could only think of one explanation.

The boss of Feng Lailou wants to push himself out as a chess piece.

There is a well-known story called the sparrow and the turd. The person who poops on himself is not necessarily a bad person, and the person who poops out of himself is not necessarily a good person.

At the moment, Feng Lailou probably wants to shit on himself, but also wants to pretend to be a good person to pull himself out of shit.

When he thought of this, Xu Tong suddenly had no good impression of Feng Lailou anymore.

But now he still needs to go west, because he still needs to confirm one thing.

The driver made a lot of money out of thin air today, so he had to work extra hard to run. Don't think that pulling the cart is just a matter of brute force. You must know that the cart alone weighs about fifty kilograms, not to mention that there is a person sitting on it. How long can you run with brute force?

I saw that after the driver increased the speed, his pace began to lighten up. He held the pull rod with both hands and jumped once a step. With the gravity of the car itself, his body could float briefly, and he ran faster and faster with his toes tapping.

The cool breeze blew, and Xu Tong actually felt like he was riding a motorcycle.

He naturally noticed the driver's skills. This skill looked simple, and everyone could see the principle. It was nothing more than leveraging strength, but it was simple, but most people didn't have this skill. If they didn't know the trick and went to learn it rashly, I'm afraid two people would be in trouble. The next step is to turn people and cars over.

"Master, you're pretty good at pulling a cart. Have you ever learned how to pull a cart?" he asked casually.

"Hey, to tell you the truth, I have a master who used to be a driver in Tianjin. With his ability to pull a cart, he has more than 300 drivers under his command. He is nicknamed "Car Boss" and is very famous. Later, the dealer was dismissed and he got old, so he returned to L City and passed on this skill to me."

The coachman was full of pride when he said this, and he also mentioned some of his senior brothers. Instead of pulling a small cart, they started a business of collecting rags. They used a two-wheeled flatbed cart to go through the streets and alleys. Cars are useless, but they also rely on this skill to walk quickly and effortlessly.

After just saying that, the coachman couldn't help but sigh: "Let's wait for another year. People nowadays don't like to ride on this thing. It's becoming more and more convenient to go out. People who have some money buy bicycles. I heard that there are trams in the capital. It’s very convenient, and it’s becoming less and less profitable to do this.”

Xu Tong sat in the back and heard the coachman's sigh, and couldn't help but nodded. From a realistic point of view, this is the general trend. Speaking of the coachman's profession, it is also a low-level industry.

But when the general trend of the times comes, they will naturally become the targets of elimination. This is the progress of the development of the times and the progress of the new era. There is nothing to regret.

Just like coffin shops, paper shops are gradually being eliminated in reality, and the same reason applies.

The car ran farther and farther, and gradually a forest and wasteland appeared in front of him, and the street lights disappeared. The driver gradually slowed down: "We can't go any further. You see, this is the end. How about I take you back??"

"No, you can go back. I'm just taking a walk here." Xu Tong jumped out of the car and signaled to the driver that he could go back.

"This..." The coachman hesitated for a moment, glanced around, and frowned: "This place is far away, there is nothing. If you want to go back, you have to walk back by yourself."

Seeing that Mrs. Che was of good character, Xu Tong took out a pack of cigarettes and gave it to him: "Go back, I like quiet places. Besides, if you can run over, why can't I walk back."

The coachman took the cigarette without being polite. He nodded and pulled the coach back. As he walked, he shook his head and muttered: "People nowadays are really weird."

Not long after the driver left, Xu Tong looked at the path in front of him and started walking slowly. Further ahead was the Luotong Processing Factory.

No, it should be called a non-ferrous metal processing plant now, and it is considered one of the first batch of key copper processing plants in the country.

Before I even walked over, I could see the lights of the factory building in full swing from a distance.

The words "Unity is strength" were also scrawled on the wall.

It's almost nine o'clock, and from time to time you can see workers walking into the factory gate talking and laughing.

Xu Tong simply squatted on the side of the road, took out his hookah pipe, slowly stuffed the cut tobacco into the pot, and slowly baked it with a lighter until the top layer of the cut tobacco had been carbonized, and then he smoked happily. Take a bite.

Suddenly, the night was filled with smoke and clouds, a small wind was blowing, and the factory in the distance was in full swing, giving it a unique charm.

"I thought you could run so far, why did you stop just here."

Then someone suddenly spoke in the darkness.

Xu Tong didn't look back, he just spit out the smoke in his mouth and looked at the factory in front of him: "Guess what this place will look like in the future?"

"Humph, it's nothing more than building more factories and buildings."

Following a disdainful snort, a figure walked out, it was the Taoist priest from Feng Lai Tower.

He stared at Xu Tong coldly, holding the hookah pipe in his hand, and frowned for a moment: "Four Xiaoyinmen? What is your relationship with the Gao family in western Hunan?"

Xu Tong did not respond to his question. Instead, he looked at the overgrown wasteland in front of him, and then at the factory in the distance: "The land here will be very expensive in the future. Here is a huge shopping mall, and over there it seems It’s Xifan Park, so there must be a subway station here.”

When the Taoist saw that he didn't respond but was just gossiping, he couldn't help but sneered: "Isn't it too late for you to pretend to be crazy now? We have to calculate Zhang Yong's debt carefully."

Xu Tong glanced at him and nodded. He knew that there must be helpers behind Zhang Yong, and there were more than one. It was natural for him to be retaliated against.

However, this did not interrupt him, and he continued to gesture: "Do you know the subway station? It takes less than an hour to get here from the easternmost part of L City. It runs through the entire L City, allowing ordinary people to easily get there every day. Easily reach any corner of the city.”

The Taoist became a little impatient by his words: "It's nonsense, what are you going to say??"

Xu Tong raised his head and looked at him: "What I mean is, if you are really too busy, you might as well work in a factory, maybe you can even marry a wife and live a peaceful life. You must believe in science. "

The corner of the Taoist's mouth twitched. What he hated most was this sentence. It was precisely because of this sentence that his Taoist temple was destroyed.

"Aren't you also a member of the Fourth Small Yinmen? Are you talking about science with me? I feel ashamed for your ancestors."

"No, no, no, mine is an intangible cultural heritage, we are different." Xu Tong defended himself seriously.

The Taoist had obviously never heard of this word. He felt that it was getting more and more confusing as he talked about it, and his face immediately darkened: "What nonsense? After talking so much, I just want to see what you can do."

After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he swept the dust off his hand, and mist suddenly rose around him. The old Taoist stood in the mist, shaking the string of beads in his hand and breaking the rope, and the beads suddenly fell to the ground.

As soon as these beads fell to the ground, they rolled down and disappeared. When I looked again, I saw many sneaky shadows in the mist.

Looking at these crooked shadows, Xu Tong stood up, patted the dust on his body, put away the hookah pipe, and raised his hands in a leisurely manner: "Since you must do this, please accept my bow."