Seven Evil Slips Chapter 3:

It was after two o'clock in the afternoon, and the train arrived at Chuxiong at nine o'clock in the morning the next day. That is to say, from now on, the distance to pick up Cao Yanhua again would be ten hours.

Luo Ren asked for Muyo's opinion: "Let's drive away, knowing that you are in a hurry, I will try my best not to be slower than the train - but as I said before, I will rest when I am tired, and I will stop to eat when I am hungry, and I will send you off safely As far as the purpose is concerned, I don't take the risk of being in a hurry."

Kiyo took these things for granted: "Okay."

Ask him again: "Why do you have to go alone with me?"

There was no one else in the car, it seems that Yan Hongsha and Wan San were also arranged by him.

Luo Ren smiled and said, "I just want to talk to you."

***

—Just wanted to talk to you.

Kiyo is actually quite happy.

Thinking about it, for so long, although she can always see Luo Ren, she rarely has the opportunity to be alone, and she has never even had a serious date, so that she often fantasizes that putting on beautiful makeup to go to the date is a good idea. What does it feel like, what does it feel like to go shopping in the supermarket together, what does it feel like to go to the cinema to watch a movie together.

He also said that he would take her to climb a snow-capped mountain, but they both fell into a hole in the ground, but that time in the hole...well, it was barely worth it, and there was quite some progress.

Ten* hours, such a long time, Luo Ren should have to talk a lot.

Go to the supermarket to buy food first. Although it's a quick fix, she pushed the cart in a serious manner, which can be regarded as fulfilling her "shopping in pairs".

The space between the shelves is narrow, and the two of them were pushing the cart and stopped and walked. Luo Ren occasionally asked her: "Do you want this?"

As long as she nodded, he would take things off with ease, unlike when she used to go to the supermarket and want to get things from high places, she always had to jump and jump.

Turning a corner, passing the shelves of kitchen supplies, Kishiro never looked at these daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, knives, pots and plates. Suddenly an idea popped up.

——In the future, if you live with Luo Ren, you won’t be able to take out meals. You must always have these pots and utensils at home, and you must have a complete range of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. When you worked in Aunt Zheng Li’s restaurant, you still practice knife skills Not bad, I can barely cope with frying two home-cooked dishes...

When she came back to her senses, she saw Luo Ren also stopped, staring at her meaningfully.

Kiyo blushed and stammered, "Let's go."

She hurriedly pushed the car away, and Luo Ren asked from behind: "Do you want to get married?"

Huh? Kiyo was speechless.

Luo Ren came over and put his arms around her waist: "I heard people say that a young girl who loves beauty and cuteness suddenly became interested in kitchen utensils one day. Either she wants to be a chef or she wants to get married. .”

Kiyo smiled dryly: "No, no, no... I just thought, in Zhengbo restaurant, I don't know all the seasonings..."

"Thank you on behalf of Uncle Zheng. You haven't even been in the kitchen since it opened. Now it's 800 miles away. Help him worry about the lack of condiments."

Kiyo blushed like a monkey's butt: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

Luo Ren held back his smile, and really wanted to kiss her twice, but there were always people passing by, so he had to give up and ask her after thinking about it: "Shall I bring some gifts?"

That's not necessary, Mudai replied quickly: "Master doesn't like it."

***

When the car got on the highway, everything was stable, neither of them spoke, but Luo Ren liked the atmosphere very much, sometimes he would just give him a look, and Kiyo would unscrew the water and bring it over. Screw the cap on—keep the bottle in your hand all the time, and the remaining water in the bottle will rippling along with the car body.

The highway here is very distinctive. The fences of the driving lanes are separated, and green plants are densely planted on the fences. In the distance, a slender white flower stubbornly protrudes from the vegetation, trembling against the sun, like the wind of a car. Passed by.

This is the best time to speak.

Luo Ren looked forward, not at Kiyo.

"At that time, I was in the Philippines. I had a falling out with my family, tore up my passport, and refused to return to my country. I got angry for a while and had endless troubles."

Kido knew the previous situation and understood that this was the follow-up, so he listened quietly.

"Let's make myself into an illegal *law *stay*, and the money will be spent soon. I'm so hungry, I can't pull it up anymore, honestly, I will find a way to serve this mouth. I know I found it What job?"

"Bodyguard?"

Luo Ren chuckled lightly: "You think too highly of me, it's washing dishes."

For the Philippines, he is a "foreigner" through and through. He has no connections and no status. , Most of the time, squatting in the narrow and cramped dishwashing room in the back kitchen, the greasy sewage mixed with detergent flows across the feet.

"In the local area, this kind of honest Chinese* people are the most bullied. There are always some gangsters who come to extort*, extort*, and sometimes, even touch the female relatives. Once I was so angry that I swung the pot and rushed out, one against three."

Luo Xiaodao, who is always dragging and pulling, and Luo Xiaodao, who is extremely accurate with flying knives, even came out of the back kitchen to fight with a pot. Kiyo wanted to laugh, but felt a little distressed: "I was beaten badly Right?"

"In your eyes, am I so useless?"

It is true that the nose and face were bruised and swollen, but those three people were even worse. Luo Ren couldn't explain why. What the heck, he actually beat three people to the ground.

"And then?"

"Then the boss didn't dare to keep me anymore, saying that I caused trouble, and there would be endless troubles. If someone reported to the police station and found out that I was *illegally* staying*, he would be even more troublesome-give me more trouble Two weeks' wages, let me go."

Thinking back now, the scene at that time was really like making a movie. It was still raining, and the boss gave him a **** umbrella. When he went out to hold it up, he found that the umbrella was broken. It was raining lightly in the umbrella, and one of the ribs of the umbrella collapsed, just like his situation.

When I entered the alley, I was stopped by someone.

Kiyo was nervous: "Did those people come to retaliate against you?"

Luo Ren turned his head and smiled, and twisted her face with one hand: "No, it's a scout, I'm here to find out."

He signaled again: "Open a bag of potato chips."

Kiyo bent down, took out potato chips from the supermarket shopping bag under his feet, tore them open, and handed two pieces to Luo Ren first.

Luo Ren took it with his mouth and chewed it whole: "It tastes good."

The headed man had a scarred face and tattoos on his face, and asked him if he wanted to make a lot of money.

Kiyo asked him: "Are you going to hire *mercenaries?"

"It's early, it's not that one step in place, it's for me to fight black fists."

It was not to push him to the front of the ring right away, but to train first, Scarface patted him on the shoulder and said: The more blood you bleed during training, the greater the chance of survival in the boxing ring.

Luo Ren firmly remembered this.

"I had no choice at the time, I just knew that I didn't want to die, and if I didn't want to die, I had to fight harder. In the boxing ring, the prize money was very high, and there were many secret box operations. Sometimes you can get money by winning, but sometimes you have to lose on purpose , If you win others, you can get more money. There are prices for broken arms and broken legs.”

Kiyo's lips were dry, watching Luo Ren not speak, Luo Ren seemed to know what she wanted to ask, nodded: "Yes, I broke my arm."

Kiyo lowered his head and wrung his hands together. In a trance, he felt that the car had stopped.

Looking up, it was indeed stopped, Luo Ren turned the car aside and temporarily parked on the emergency lane.

Ask her: "Is it difficult to accept? Let's not talk about this for now."

Kiyo shook his head, feeling stuffy in his heart, he paused to unbuckle his seat belt, and went over to his arms.

Luo Ren hugged her with a smile: "I was not sensible at that time, if I had known that a girl would feel bad for me in the future, I would never let it go."

"Which arm?"

"The one on the left."

Kiyo stretched out his hand and stroked his left arm lightly, almost cautiously.

Luo Ren rubbed her hair: "It's recovering very well. I'm used to it in the boxing ring. As soon as my arm is broken, I lift it down immediately. The doctor is waiting for the bone to be set, and there are earthen bandage herbs. It takes a few minutes, and it's neat and tidy. , It’s over before you react.”

At this time, you can often faintly hear the thunderous cheers in the front field. It must be the winners patrolling the field. free.

…

The emergency lane can't be parked for too long, the car will soon be on the road again, the sun has already begun to slant in, and the temperature is not as hot as it is at noon.

Kiyo curled up on the co-pilot, silent, moving very slowly, occasionally eating a piece of potato chips.

Luo Ren looked at her: "Do you want to sleep?"

She shook her head: "Then how did you turn from a black*boxer to a hired*mercenary?"

***

It starts with a *death punch.

Compared to black*boxing, fighting *death fists is more cruel and exciting: it requires a higher death rate.

However, tickets for such boxing matches tend to be higher, and more people will flock to them: Luo Ren can't understand why some people are so fanatical and spend huge sums of money, just to witness the death of their own kind.

He doesn't fight *death punches, and he rarely gets injured or disabled, unless the opponent wants to beat him, or the opponent wants to earn money for the disability. At that time, he was already tired and disgusted with this kind of life, but There are many circles, you don't come and go whenever you want.

In that match, Luo Ren came third.

Before the match, the organizers pulled him to the back door of the boxing ring in a hurry, and told him: There is a bet in the ring, and the owner of the ring also made a bet. It's not as good as him to ask Luo Ren to be ruthless.

Luo Ren said: "You know I don't punch *death."

The drawer said: "This is a temporary change, and no one expected it. The bets at the beginning of the game are several million, so I came to discuss with you."

"Not negotiable."

The person who tapped his head changed his face and said: "Luo, you are looking for death, just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he rushed away angrily, Luo Ren felt irritable, and kicked on the stack of rolling wood piled up at the back door, the pieces of wood rolled down scattered, and a figure stood up from behind the stack.

Luo Ren doesn't care, there are too many such suspicious people and things in the underground boxing arena.

By the light from the corridor, he saw that the sleeve of the man's right arm was rolled up, and Chinese characters were tattooed on his forearm.

——A silver bowl filled with snow, and a white horse filled with reed flowers.

Luo Ren suddenly felt a little kind: "Chinese?"

"Japanese*people, Japan*Japan, Hokkaido."

It turned out to be Little Japan*ben, Luo Ren lost all affection for him in an instant, turned around and left.

It was only after entering the arena that something was wrong.

Originally, the opponent was a white man named Hughman.

However, when the organizer shouted "Welcome Challenger Human" to the loudspeaker, a 90-kilogram Thai* came out from the other side of the aisle. His skin was dark, he was half a head taller than Luo Ren, and his naked upper body was piled up with muscles, shaped like hard iron.

Luo Ren stood still, cursing in his heart: I'm Cao.

The audience also had doubts and screamed: "This is not Human!"

The organizer laughed loudly: "No, this one is also called Human, but it's not the one you imagined. We deliberately kept it from you, surprise!"

There was thunderous cheers, and the atmosphere in the venue reached another climax. All of a sudden, men and women waved their arms and shouted, "Kill him! Kill him!"

This Thai guy, I don't know if his original name is really Xiuman, but later Luo Ren found out that he is a native Thai boxer who once won the title of boxing champion.

The boxing champion is by no means barking indiscriminately.

Great disparity in strength, Luo Ren only blocked a dozen or so rounds, when the opponent punched him hard, he almost went into shock on the spot, the moment he hit the ground hard, he heard thunderous applause, and then there was a black shadow, Like a dark cloud, covering him...

At this moment, gunfire sounded in the arena.

Burst fire, like a small submachine gun, with a constant clicking sound, not hitting people, hitting the wall, but also lighting, the wall skin peeled off, brick chips flew across, the cracked glass pieces were like torrential rain, slamming It landed on the boxing ring.

In an instant, there was chaos in the arena, ghosts crying and wolves howling, wolves running, men and women running around with their heads in their arms, the Thai man ran away long ago, and the thugs in the arena were shouting from high places, waving pistols, and wandering around. Fire guns without purpose.

Finally quiet.

Luo Ren opened his bloodshot and swollen eyes, struggled to raise his head, and saw two blurred figures walking towards the boxing ring.

One of them, seen at the back door, has Chinese character tattoos on his arm, is thin, polite, and has a habit of smiling. He is a Japanese named Aoki.

The other is a small black man, Ures, who is doing nothing, with a turban of colored gold thread on his head, a miniature *submachine gun* in his right hand, and a lollipop in his mouth.

He walked up to Luo Ren, with the gun tucked under his arm, like a sugar cane, clenched a fist with his left hand, and made a fist with Luo Ren's right hand, and then the two fists met face to face.

Say: "Oh choke!"

Luo Ren fainted.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by an inexplicable and inexplicable voice.

Sleeping in a wooden house, with the back window open, you can see a dense forest. Deep in the forest, the west slanting sun shines with a scorching golden light. There are birds chirping among them, and there are melodious zither Sound, unorganized drumbeat...

Luo Ren struggled to get out of bed, leaned on the wall, walked to the door step by step, and pushed it away.

Aoki sat on a high boulder, played the ukulele, and sang Japanese songs he didn’t understand. It was only later that he sang pillow songs. Aoki came from Hokkaido, and his ancestors were fishermen. Go fishing.

The song sang: "I sleep on a silk pillow tonight, and I will sleep on the waves tomorrow when I go out to sea. I asked the pillow if I slept or not. The pillow talked and said I was asleep..."

The drums were played by Ures, holding a tambourine and dancing the big span, like the natives dancing in the primitive tribes of Africa.

Cooking smoke bursts, and the aroma of dinner came from the kitchen. People came in and out, looking at him curiously. On the wooden floor in the corridor, mangoes, bananas, durians, and long or short ones were randomly piled up... gun.

Luo Ren stood still leaning against the door, his chest was still aching from the heavy punch from the Thai before.

Thinking: Who are these people?