Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 48 Wanderer

"This guy's bloated body is not a disguise, but is really a body mutation caused by aberration?"

Su Lun looked at the dazzling words [Half-Distorted Human] that appeared on the head of the cloak stall owner, and felt a little weird.

Distortion is distortion, and there is a saying of "half distortion"?

What state is this stall owner in now, a person, or a monster?

This again involves Su Lun's knowledge blind spot.

But thinking about it, if you have reason, you should be considered a human being.

He didn't think much about it, and turned his attention to the potions on the booth.

The stuff is good and the price is really cheap.

At this moment, if Su Lun had money in his pocket, he would definitely buy these potions. The packaging is so simple that it is impossible to sell it, but it is also excellent to keep it for yourself.

Unfortunately, he has no money.

Su Lun didn't intend to give up the opportunity to "pick up leaks". When the crowd around the booth dispersed, he walked over and said directly, "I plan to have all of your potions, but I didn't bring enough. Cash. Can you leave other contact information, and I will contact you when I find the money? Of course, everything follows the rules of the black market."

There's nothing wrong with that.

People in the black market are very vigilant, and most of them don’t keep their contact information, but they can leave a middleman. For example, some taverns and hotels have a special service for sending messages to guests. The two parties agreed on a secret code to pick it up by themselves, and the transaction can be completed without meeting, which is safe and concealed.

Because he had no money for the time being, he wanted to chat about the contact information of the stall owner first, and then find a way to hook up.

Medicines are secondary, no matter how expensive the price difference is, there are only four.

If these medicines were made by the stall owner himself, it would be a continuous supply of goods, and this is the real "picking up big leaks", not a one-shot deal.

The gang still has some channels to sell pirated or illegal drugs, and Su Lun will be able to find a way to turn the drugs into cash. As long as there is enough supply, it is not impossible to get rich in a short time.

The black-cloak stall owner heard that someone wanted to buy his own medicine, and he was overjoyed at first.

But after hearing what Su Lun said, he immediately shook his head and said, "No, I just want cash."

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Su Lun listened to his tone and seemed to be in urgent need of money.

But after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on me that such a good medicine was sold at a low price, and there must be a shortage of money.

This also made him more curious about the identity of this guy. The pharmacists who can refine this kind of medicine are all elites in the upper class of the inner city. Don't dare to show up, 80% of them are wanted criminals or something.

After flickering for nearly a minute, Su Lun racked his brains and said a few plans, but the stall owner stubbornly had to make a cash transaction now.

He knew that if he went on, he seemed to be a bit scheming, and he could only retreat and say: "That's a pity if you change your mind, you can leave a message at the 'Three Musketeers' on Green Street at any time, the code is 'Dove' .I get the news and will contact you as soon as possible."

"This"

Hearing this, the stall owner seemed to hesitate.

Obviously, he also knew that his pharmacy was not easy to sell, and he finally met an interested buyer, and he didn't want to give up just like that.

Just when he was hesitating whether to agree, suddenly he seemed to see something in the crowd, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, sir, I have to go first in a hurry"

After saying that, without waiting for Su Lun to react, he put away a few potions from the booth and mixed into the crowd in a panic.

Su Lun had noticed that the stall owner's eyes had been wandering, as if he was afraid of being recognized.

Seeing him leave suddenly, he was slightly taken aback.

Yu Guang glanced at the crowd in the black market, and didn't know who the stall owner was so flustered when he saw it.

Huh. It seems that you have met those two men in trench coats before?

Su Lun didn't look any further, but with a narrowed gaze, he also mixed into the crowd.

His own identity is also not visible, and it is useless to stay for a long time.

But even in this brief exchange, Su Lun also guessed that the stall owner was young, he was quite polite, the tutor should be good, he was in short supply of money, his body was deformed, and he was not too knowledgeable in pharmacy.

Su Lun thought about it in his mind, and he had a rough guess about the origin of the stall owner. Probably from a family of doctors in the inner circle?

Although he had left, he had done what he had to do, and he didn't bother anymore.

Looking at the lively black market in front of him, Su Lun pouted a little helplessly: "I hope he will contact me"

Having been here several times before, Su Lun has roughly figured out what various shops in the black market are selling.

He also didn't waste time in those shops with savvy bosses, wandering all the way, and slowly walked to the makeshift shanty area at the bottom of the black market.

Today's black market is probably because of the appearance of relics and treasures, and many rich and hidden bosses come here. As a result, many speculators came.

Some are even big business associations from the inner city, and they have changed their signature outfits.

Businessmen seek profit, but no matter what the black market is, there is no black market.

After all, although the outer city is poor, the population is dozens of times that of the inner city, and the low-end market also has huge profits.

Those low-end goods, second-hand goods, and defective products that cannot be sold in the inner city are the top sought-after goods in the outer city.

Such as high-end textiles, obsolete steam equipment, mechanical prosthetics

Su Lun passed by the stalls with a lot of mechanical prosthetics, and looked at the military mechanical prosthetics that were eliminated from the inner city. Although outdated, the detachable parts are definitely high-quality accessories in the gangster mechanical modification shop.

These military machinery are all "contraband", and the inner city will be destroyed in a centralized manner, and will not flow out. I don't know where the speculators got their supplies.

However, waste machinery and prosthetics are not cheap, often costing tens of thousands. A mechanic with good eyesight may be able to make a 20-30% difference in the price of dismantling parts, but buying just a few pieces requires a lot of money.

Su Lun doesn't have that much money, nor does Tun's mechanical accessories fit.

After walking a few more temporary shops, most of them are like this. If you have money, you can operate them. But the empty-glove white wolf wanted to pick up the opportunity, but he didn't find it.

In the end, Su Lun had no choice but to leave the black market.

Although Su Lun had been careful enough, he chose to leave when the crowd left.

But I didn't think so, but I still encountered trouble.

Seeing that he was alone, the homeless people who were squatting outside the black market stared at him.

[Death Reaper] Every time you harvest soul fragments, you will almost get a slight increase in spiritual power.

At first, Su Lun didn't realize how important this attribute was. Later, as the perception value gradually increased, he realized that this was a more realistic life-saving ability than strength and agility.

After the spiritual power increases, the crisis perception ability will rise.

That kind of hostile eyes, such as awning on the back.

(End of this chapter)