The attic of the house is the archive room, which is full of drawer cabinets against the wall, and in the middle is a writing desk, which is quite clean.

The children in the orphanage take turns on duty and have to clean up their own things.

The small oil drum went to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a thick and large registration book.

Books...... Oh my God, what age is it, and I still record it with pen and paper.

The small oil drum opened the registration book: "In the past, I used to use computers at the beginning, but computers are easy to be hacked. When an orphan's parents came to claim it, it was later discovered that the content had been tampered with. I've been writing it down ever since! ”

Xining walked over to take a look, and it was written in great detail, which child, when was thrown at the door of the orphanage, and recorded the clothes, physical characteristics, and even where the figure flashed. In order for the child to be claimed in the future!

Cut, claim? Don't want children to wait for others to raise them, and then go back to earn money to support their families? There is no such good thing in the world.

Xining picked up the registration book and held it in his arms: "From now on, adopting a child is not given for nothing." ”

The little oil drum was stunned: "That, the people who adopt the child donate a little bit, and they also need to go to the district management office to register." ”

"How much?" Hienin asked.

The little oil drum recalled: "That, sometimes you can give 10,000, and if you have less money, you can give a few hundred." ”

"Coin or Yuan?"

"Of course it's Yuan, and the adopters are sometimes poor themselves."

Xining rolled her eyes: "Don't raise if you are poor, from now on, the adoption fee of 50,000 yuan, double the biological parents!" Not even a dollar less, even if you don't accept it, even if you sue them, it's not bad if you don't count them for abandonment. ”

After speaking, he went downstairs with the registration book.

The little oil drum froze there, staring at her blankly.

One afternoon, Xining was flipping through the register. When I was about to go to work, I found a safe locker.

Walk with small oil drums and chainsaws. Every time the three of them went out, someone would stare at them, one big cylinder, a small cylinder, and the other, although normal in size, had large arms and small arms.

Just look at it, and at a glance, you can see that the people they mix with are not eating ordinary meals. How could an ordinary person make such a body? Mercenaries and samurai are not people to mess with. Even if some unpopular gangsters don't give money for a cake or a pear, ordinary small traders don't dare to squeak.

When it came to the backstage of the playing field, it was time to separate, and the chainsaw went to the backstage of the samurai.

Looking at the two-meter-long barrel of the chainsaw, but the head of an ordinary person, it was a long sigh. I didn't hurry to change my body for this image, but I refused to do it for money.

This body is not bad as a sparring partner, it was originally meant to withstand cutting, but this body is a samurai, isn't it funny?

So the chainsaw has been a samurai for three months, and the ranking is still at the bottom. It depends on whether the new samurai is hacked to death, and if not, then he can still be the second or third from the bottom.

Today Xinin put on a kimono and played opposite Miyamoto. This kind of exotic drama is what the audience likes to watch.

When Xining raised his right arm holding a knife under the host's deliberate voice of "return my father's life", the wide sleeve fell, revealing a huge stevedore's arm, and a small fruit knife in his hand, the audience suddenly laughed crazy.

Sister is here to be a samurai, not a funny clown. But there is no way, for the sake of money, one game, plus the gambling money, there can be at least seventy or eighty coins, which is equivalent to a month's salary for two jobs in the past.

Miyamoto is also a good person, even if she punches her and blackens her eyes for two days, she still helps. Knowing that she needs money, coupled with the small oil drum to intercede, it takes enough time every time.

You must know that it is not cold to drag on for a long time, but it is a technical job. Compared with others, Miyamoto's acting skills are very full. As long as the audience is willing to watch, Brother Kun will turn a blind eye knowing that it is delaying time.

This time, his right arm was cut off again, and his left arm only cut through the imitation skin, dragging it out for a long time.

Brother Kun stood there, smiling nonchalantly: "Every time I raise the knife, when the last blow comes, the time is up." ”

Miyamoto put his hands in the wide sleeves of his shirt, and a smile on his face that was not on the field: "Brother Kun means to slaughter her next time?" As long as Brother Kun says a word. ”

Brother Kun thought for a while: "Let's lose my head next time." ”

"No way!" The assistant standing next to him who smashed his arm stopped doing it and stopped what he was doing: "It's difficult to link the head, just do it to this extent." ”

Miyamoto stood there still looking at Brother Kun with a smile, and Brother Kun thought again: "Then break a leg next time." Cut in two! ”

Belch...... Don't be so cruel.

"It's time for me to become a samurai, or I'll let the new kid go." Miyamoto proposed: "Isn't it just a leg, first a foot, and then a knee here." ”

In this way, Miyamoto cleared up the relationship, and she was able to lose only her legs.

Brother Kun finally smiled and patted Miyamoto's shoulder: "No, it's better for you to come!" Hurry up and get ready, it's time to play. ”

Miyamoto is about to transfer to the samurai, and unlike chainsaws, he is not so short of money, so the time here will be less and less.

The next night, sure enough, it was cut. She was chopped off first, and rolled around on the ground holding her legs. Of course, hide the pain beforehand, otherwise it will hurt to death.

Then she cut off her calf, she grabbed the ground with both hands, crawled forward step by step, the broken leg flowed with blue biochemical liquid, and under the light of the red light, it emitted a demonic red-purple color, like blood stains in the dark......

Miyamoto held a knife and followed step by step, a ray of white light shone on Miyamoto's makeup-made white face, with a gloomy look, which was quite evil, which frightened several female audience members to scream.

If you don't have enough time, then cut off another arm. Her right arm was cut off, and she "struggled to escape" with one arm, and the effect was so good that some viewers shouted "stop".

Once again, she dragged herself down.

When no one was paying attention, he whispered thank you to Miyamoto.

Thank you very much, it's better to cut off your leg than to cut off your head!

Brother Kun was very happy and said that this is good, and it will be staged a week in the future, first for a month, and if the effect is still very good, it will be extended for another month.

It's good to have your own work, to be able to play more and not to be eliminated. You must know that the purple head and the green light have changed their images again, and they have shaved two bald heads. If you get bored of being watched by the audience, you have to change, otherwise you won't be able to work. There is a shortage of money outside, and there are people who are not afraid to cut off their hands and feet.

Finally, when it was time to rest, Xining rarely got up early in the morning, and when she went to breakfast, she said to the little oil bucket, "Let's go out together today." ”

"What's the matter?" The small oil bucket asked while drinking soy milk.

The soy milk is ground by myself in the yard, and now even the tofu is made by myself. This month, the soybeans were harvested, and a lot of scraps were transported with the car, and there was a sack.

Xining smiled: "Return visit!" ”

Chainsaw asked, "Am I not going?" ”

Xining looked up and down, this head was big enough to be wasted: "Okay, let's go together." ”

The child next to him asked, "Can we go then?" ”

Xining coaxed: "Be good, it's a serious job." I'll have a chance to take you there in the future! ”

"Oh~" The children nodded.

What return visits? The fog at the end of the small oil drum doesn't feel very good.