Four Hundred Seventy-Two, a Robbery

"Maybe it was blown by the wind," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.

"Do you remember," the lumberjack said in a low voice, "The storyteller in the market town once told a story about the white paper crane, saying that a very mysterious organization likes to use thousand paper cranes to convey information, Ren Xiaosu, you thousand paper cranes Is there any writing in it?"

Ren Xiaosu shook his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't write anything, so the storyteller must have made it up. How can anyone use a thousand paper cranes to convey information?"

"That's right," everyone stopped asking after hearing what Ren Xiaosu said.

It's just that Ren Xiaosu was taken aback for a while when he heard this. He had a faint feeling that the so-called mysterious organization might be real.

It's just such an organization, how could it be easily seized by me?

coincide? Or is it a deliberate arrangement?

Ren Xiaosu is cautious by nature, and always thinks more when encountering strange things.

Of course, he didn't think about it. Whether someone else could catch the thousand paper cranes was really a problem, and he might even be killed by this little thousand paper cranes.

He stacked the Thousand Paper Cranes again to see if the opponent would fly away again, but after taking them apart, Ren Xiaosu found that he couldn't stack them anymore...

It's true that I haven't learned this stuff before!

Ren Xiaosu put the piece of paper into the palace space.

Is this Thousand Paper Cranes the ability of some extraordinary person? Ren Xiaosu looked towards the No. 61 barrier. The direction that the thousand paper cranes flew just now was the No. 61 barrier.

So, is that extraordinary person in the No. 61 barrier?

The leader of the logging team stopped the truck at the gate of the market town, jumped out of the car and said to Ren Xiaosu: "There are many people who have escaped from disasters in this market town. If you want to find your family, you have to search here. If not here..."

Without saying anything in the second half, what the captain meant was that if there was no one here, he would have died.

The captain said: "I live on the west side of the market town. If you have nothing to do and want to ask for food, you can come to the west side to find me. It happens that there are more jobs recently."

"Thank you, brother, but I probably don't need it recently," Ren Xiaosu thanked and then wandered around the market town, looking for Wang Fugui and the others from shack to shack.

The market town here is very large, many times larger than the market towns he has seen in the southwest and northwest.

Many refugees have already set up shacks, and many of them look ashen and have a trace of despair.

The high barrier people suddenly became refugees, and many people probably couldn't accept it. Some of them came here with money, thinking that they could continue to live comfortably in the Central Plains.

As a result, all the control barriers of the Wang Consortium stopped accepting Zong's currency early on. When people came to do business, Zong's currency could still be used, but now it can't.

It was as if the Wang's consortium had decided that the Zong's would be doomed.

The refugees who came here could only sell their gold jewelry to make ends meet.

He saw a barrier person following the refugees, saying that he was able to work and wanted to beg for food, but the refugees rejected him because he was too old and did not look like a strong person.

There are also people from the barriers who are yelling at these refugees for daring to look down on them as a barrier person, but they are beaten up by the refugees and even spit on by the refugees.

Of course, there are barrier people who quickly bow to the world,

Do what you can in exchange for food.

Although the refugees in the Central Plains are stronger than those in the southwest and northwest, they must work in exchange for food. This is an iron rule.

...

To Ren Xiaosu's disappointment, he did not find any trace of Wang Fugui and others here.

At this moment, he was a little confused, how could he find Wang Fugui and others in this vast sea of ​​people?

At this moment, a worker with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in the logging team quietly came to Ren Xiaosu: "I have been with you for a long time, have you not found your family? It doesn't matter, I know some friends here, they can help you find them, as long as you have money."

Ren Xiaosu looked back and saw that the other party's eyes were erratic. It seemed that he told the captain that he didn't need to work recently, so that the other party guessed that he had property on him.

Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. If I can find my family, I will be very grateful."

"Then you come with me, it's not convenient to talk in the market town," said the worker of the logging team, turned around and took Ren Xiaosu to the wilderness.

After walking not far, Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "How far do we have to go?"

"Hey, we'll be there soon," the lumberjack said as he came to a small mound and whistled.

But seeing three people suddenly emerge from behind the mound, the lumberjack looked at Ren Xiaosu and said with a smile, "You have money with you, hand it over, and we will let you live."

Ren Xiaosu asked suspiciously: "How many refugees have you robbed in this way? Didn't you say that the account is not closed at night? Don't you have something called artificial intelligence here?"

Both Wang Shengyin and Wang Shengzhi have said before that the place controlled by their Wang family does not close their doors at night, only because there is something called artificial intelligence that can analyze criminal behavior, and the accuracy rate is extremely high. Only a few people can do it if they want to commit a crime without being caught .

But looking at it, it doesn't seem to be the case.

But the lumberjack sneered and said, "That's something in the fortress. What does it have to do with our refugees? Hand over your belongings!"

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu muttered, it turned out that the Central Plains, like the Southwest and Northwest, also clearly divided the gulf between refugees and barrier people.

The woodcutter suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and then he fell back with a pain in his chest, and the rusty iron knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

And his three accomplices were no exception, all suffered sudden blows.

Ren Xiaosu brought the four of them together, and said in a pleasant manner, "I'm asking you something, um... it's about the customs of the Central Plains, don't be too nervous, answer what you know."

At this moment, the few refugees who wanted to rob Ren Xiaosu realized that they had hit the iron plate!

No, this is not an iron plate, this is a mountain several kilometers thick!

During this period of time, they have tasted the sweetness of robbing the refugees who escaped from the northwest, and those barrier people are very timid, and they immediately panic when they see knives.

It's just that I didn't expect that today I robbed a Transcendent...

Ren Xiaosu's questioning lasted one night, and the four refugees in front of him collapsed. After dawn, he returned to the market town alone, did not do anything else, and directly guarded the entrance of the only tavern in the market town, waiting. Let the tavern open.

Not just because he was hungry and wanted something to eat.

It is also because there is a storyteller in this tavern who once mentioned the white paper crane.

...

Thanks to Mu Shihai and the two classmates whose surname is Wang who lives next door for becoming the new leader of this book, the two bosses are generous.

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