8:31 p.m

Hermione stood quietly at the east gate of the Reverse Death City and was interrogated, and a man with a dark face smiled and grabbed Hermione with one hand.

"Miss, do you want to accompany me tonight, you can ......."

Hermione vigorously pushed the man away, smashed a jar of liquid food on the table, and then entered the city, the men behind him laughed, and the man who had just accosted Hermione sighed bitterly.

"Lost again, hey."

As soon as she stepped into the city, Hermione saw the glass windows showing women, and she couldn't help but be angry, and when she walked over, she saw many people watching, and everything in the glass windows was unsightly.

But soon Hermione turned away from the crowd of onlookers, and walked down the street on her own, her hands pressed on the shoulder straps of her backpack, and her two fingers pinched tightly, and the fate of the city would be decided by 12 o'clock tonight, and the decision would be made by their 10 inspectors who had been on surveillance duty in the barrier area for a long time.

Feeling an invisible force of oppression falling on his shoulders, Hermione walked quietly down the street, looking at the joy all around, the people in the city seemed to have a much better life than the rest of the walled area.

Hermione had only been to this place once a year, and she was a little shocked by everything about this place, that there was a market here, and although it was still bartering, it had gradually formed a scale and a market.

Hermione looked at a glimmer shop selling some clothes on the side of the street, and walked in, most of the clothes were old and torn, only slightly repaired.

"Cotton clothes are 5 cans of food a piece, if it is an empty can, only 400 cans, and water cannot be exchanged."

An old woman could not open one eye because of a sarcoma growing on the brow bone, her teeth were mutilated, her face had a large number of black spots, and her skin was rough and shriveled, which looked a little scary.

Hermione gave her a casual look.

"Old woman, I heard that people from the city come here from time to time, is it true?"

Hermione asked, and the old woman clicked and laughed, and the sound in her hoarse voice was like the rubbing of rough sandpaper.

"Girl, if you want to ask something, you have to ........ at least first"

Hermione took out five jars of food, handed them to the old woman, and looked around to find a stinky but clean bloody cotton coat.

"Thank you for your patronage, I haven't seen anyone from the city? Hehe, what are the people from the city doing here? Those guys, it would be nice if the whole city fell one day, haha. ”

Although it was a mocking tone, Hermione could tell that there was anger in the old woman's eyes.

"It's a pity that the riot a few days ago, those idiots, they won't take the guard station first, there are weapons inside, how good it would be if we opened the door, we can rush in and loot and loot."

For a while, Hermione's heart trembled a little, and the old woman took the white knife in her hand and waved it a few times in her hand.

The deep-seated hatred, and hatred of everything in the city, was what Hermione had seen in the Barrier District, and it was the same here, and almost no one would be grateful for the fact that they could receive food and water each month.

Hermione walked out of the shop with her cotton coat, and the old woman's hoarse click sounded again.

As soon as he walked out of the store, Hermione saw two men scuffling together in front of him, and the people of Chichao were maintaining order on the side and began to open the market.

"Hurry up, bet on who wins, bet quickly."

Some of them took the liquid food in their hands and put it into two different baskets, and the two men roared and attacked each other, a very ordinary brawl, and the people next to them cheered excitedly, as if looking at two biting beasts.

There will be a person who secretly kicked a stone over, and when the man who was pressed to the ground and choked his neck touched the stone, he slammed it on the head of the man above, accompanied by a downward knock, and the blood that diffused in the cold air, the man who was knocked down by the stone did not move, and the man holding the stone that was still dripping blood let out a crazy cry.

After a while, the Red Tide men stripped off the deceased's clothes, took all his belongings, and dragged the body on the ground with a rope tied to him.

However, what Hermione didn't expect was that instead of taking the dead man somewhere else, they sent him directly to a shop with a strange scent, and Hermione covered her mouth and widened her eyes in horror.

"Boss, fresh meat."

A strong man glanced at the corpse and dragged it in, and many onlookers next to him walked away directly after some couldn't stand it, and some swallowed and were attracted by the fragrance.

Hermione walked briskly into an alley, took off her veil, retched incessantly, her stomach tumbling into the sea, and after a while she couldn't help but vomit.

.......

In a spacious room, there was a sofa draped in a clean white blanket, and women dressed only in fabric covered their bodies were neatly placed on the table with some pastries, sweets and drinks.

"It's OK to get out."

An old and bald old man who walked with a limp, only a lot of sparse white hair hung on the side, his face was pockmarked, his teeth were yellow and black, he was wearing a crimson leather coat, a pair of boots, and ten fingers were wearing gemstone rings of different colors, this old man's name was Potter, and he was the founder of Red Tide.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked open, and Zhu Fei and two other men walked in, one of them was very tall, more than 2 meters tall, with sharp eyes, all shaved hair, and a lot of black spots on his face, and the other was short, with a hunched back, and a slightly crooked mouth.

The tall one is the No. 2 person of the red tide, Yao Zhuang, and the short slanted mouth is the No. 3 person of the red tide, Fang Si and Zhu Fei looked around, Potter had already asked the maids to tidy up the room, it was not worth being presentable, and many of the unsightly stickers on the wall that originally had the propaganda slogan of the red tide had been turned into stickers for landscape paintings.

The sofas, tables and chairs have all brought up some of the newer ones.

"Boss, it's been more than half an hour since Jean entered the city, but the others haven't arrived yet."

Potter hummed and limped down.

"It doesn't matter."

"That's fast, Jean bastard."

Fang Si walked to the sofa as he spoke, and just wanted to sit down, but was held down by Potter's eyes, he raised his hand and smiled.

"It's also a freshly washed blanket, which is very rude to the distinguished guests who are coming over next, hehe."

Fang Si sat on the wooden chair next to him, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Don't feel uncomfortable, negotiation is a matter of time, the sooner the better."

"Boss, isn't it okay for us to be kings here? When we go to the sun, we're nothing. ”

Zhu Fei smiled and shook his head.

"Cities are not going to let us continue to expand, so the timing and the delicate opportunities that arise are the most opportune opportunities to negotiate."

Potter nodded happily, sat down and sighed.

"It's been 70 years since I've been here!"

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