Chapter 4068 Three Years and Three Years
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In this second-tier city, which I still don’t know what its name is, it can be broadly divided into three major areas: the old city, the new city, and the high-tech zone.
The streets and buildings in the old city are full of history. The industrial part has been completely relocated. Now the environment is quiet and green. Dozens of hundreds of years old trees can be seen everywhere, shrouding many flat and low houses. After two steps, the area is quiet and green. , there are large and small parks everywhere, and the scale of square dancing is close to the first-line. It is an extremely suitable place for retirement.
It's just that the housing prices are weird, the cheap ones are cheap, and the expensive ones are expensive. If you are not a third-generation native, you can't understand the pricing rules at all.
There is nothing worth talking about in the new urban areas. From the first-tier cities to the eighteenth-tier small counties, you can find exactly the same development template. The dividing line between the old and the new is always interesting. Most of them are a river, a river, or maybe a river. A mountain, a bridge, a wall, even a rusty railway.
The city center is located here. The most prosperous commercial center, the tallest office buildings, the most luxurious residences, and the most congested roads are all here...Eh?
Wait, is it too late to say this now? The brave men have already reached the gate of the Demon King's City. Would it be a bit... abrupt and hasty to go back and introduce the layout of the Novice Village?
Forget it, what the heck, it's hero vacation time now.
Back to the topic just now, the above areas actually have nothing to do with me. It’s time to focus on the high-tech zone in my hometown. In terms of setting, I should be a demolished household who became rich overnight due to the development of the high-tech zone. It’s just an ancestral The instant noodle factory allows me to ignore my status as a nouveau riche, but still seems to have a bit of the rich second generation of a 19th-tier mountain village.
I have to use a sentence that fits the style of the times to describe my family background - I have the courage to get married in western Ganxi and dare to challenge the third child.
Looking back at the High-tech Zone, overall, the planning is very reasonable. The main roads extend in all directions, and the factories and enterprises scattered throughout it are like square tofu blocks of different sizes, neatly arranged. The neat codes are on top, and even the food street, which I think has a relatively messy layout, is framed in a rectangular area. The aerial view of the high-tech zone planning located at several entrances highlights a feature that makes patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel very happy. As for the greening , is also quite satisfactory. Although it is not enough to be praised, it can also make people find no faults.
Only in the southeast corner, there is a roughly triangular-shaped... well, just like a wrinkled and stained area on a straight, ironed suit.
Flat and low tile-roofed houses, potholed roads, old signboards, unlicensed Internet cafes, fly restaurants, cheap fruit stalls, canteens, and department stores. Compared with the colorfulness of the city, this place seems to be cast in a layer of black and white, making people dream. Back in the nineties.
According to the little fox who has just arrived but is as well-informed as the natives, if we are a nouveau riche in demolition, then the scars in this high-tech zone are the legendary nail households.
The price talks collapsed, the government lifted the table, and the nail-biter Bronze was stubborn and unsettled. We are in great need of everything, but there is no shortage of people to buy land. I will post it here as proof. It only takes three years. Three years later, The world will be shocked by the birth of a new group of far-sighted rural intellectuals and wealthy individuals.
Then, three years and three years.
Few people would find fault with themselves. Therefore, people here are particularly hostile to the Hi-tech Zone, and at the same time, it has spawned some restless people. People who work in the Hi-tech Zone dare not rent a house here, even if the rent is very different.
Unable to enjoy any dividends brought by urban development, the place has become increasingly poor and backward, people have become more conservative and xenophobic, and serious young people are no longer willing to stay. As a result, many houses are abandoned and gradually turn into deserted suburbs. Every night, The old street lights that have been in disrepair are flickering, and there is no one around. Only dogs bark and cats cry from time to time. It gives off a sense of defeat and desolation, and no extra set is used in a thriller movie.
It seems that due to the overlap of resentment and environmental factors, a large number of Eight Soul Card fragments are attracted. Although I don't have specific statistics, I can get a rough idea by tracking the witch's work every night. The frequency of strange things is obviously higher than other places in the surrounding area.
During this period of time, I was not completely idle. In addition to getting some information from the little fox, I also commandeered Linya’s Little Sheep two-wheeled rocket bicycle and visited the High-tech Zone several times during the day. The focus was on this scrap... …Well, it’s really an urban-rural fringe area.
In other words, an advanced monster spawning copy.
Fortunately, many houses here have been abandoned. In addition, the witches have become more powerful in combat and have more and more combat experience. Often after locking the enemy, justice comes from the sky, surrounded by airdrops, attacked from all sides, and beaten violently. The battles are often It ends in an instant, sometimes too neatly, and the enemy doesn't even react, just - hey, where's my head?
Therefore, the damage caused can be ignored. Occasionally, if a dilapidated house collapses, it must be due to disrepair and has nothing to do with the messenger of justice.
On this day, I had nothing to do... Ahem, I worked conscientiously and rode my beloved little sheep here to patrol, preparing to anticipate the enemy's opportunities and prepare for a rainy day. After that, I had to pretend to report the work to the little mermaid, hoping that she would Give me a medal for the best magical girl friend, the best magical girl supporter, the best magical girl nurturer, the best magical girl follower, and the best bicycle traveler.
Of course, it doesn’t matter whether you get a medal or not, what matters is the bonus.
After walking around and roughly identifying a few suspicious points, I took out my dog tag...ah, it was a mobile phone, and I was preparing for a daily report. At this moment, the fierce roar of the generator came from far away and came closer. Only two days had passed. Three seconds later, a wall on the left exploded. A flaming car flew through the crack like a salted fish and spun in mid-air. Unfortunately, it failed to land safely with a handsome drift like the movie. Finally, it turned upside down and landed on its belly, sending sparks flying for more than ten meters before stopping.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
The front of the car was severely dented, and the entire car was almost completely deformed. Several violent coughs came from inside the car, which made people sigh at the miracle of life. Then, a dark guy climbed out with difficulty from the broken and severely deformed window. .
His hands and feet were intact, with only a few scratches. Only his clothes were badly torn. There was only a crumpled tie and a solitary cuff on his upper body. On his lower body, there were only a pair of pink and purple underwear with small elephant dots on the corners, and only leather shoes. The socks were actually intact, and the body and face were completely black from the thick smoke. The overall image highlighted an avant-garde brutalist style.
Climbing out of the overturned car, the first thing this avant-garde guy did was to go back to the car and quickly took out a pack of cigarettes. He skillfully took one out, held it in his mouth, and smoked it. The blazing flame next to the fuel tank was lit, and I leaned against the tire behind me and took a nice breath.
Oh?
He took a few puffs and finally found me less than three meters away from the car's flight path. I was holding the bicycle and making a hidden fox face. I looked surprised, and then smiled brightly, showing my white teeth.
"Don't worry, buddy, everything will be fine."
? ? ?
Does it mean to cast a good fetus?
As soon as the conversation ended, a series of gunshots rang out from the other side of the wall. Swish, swish, dozens of holes appeared on the wall. Bullets penetrated the wall, causing the already miserable car to be filled with splatters on the body. There were more than ten sparks.
I was confused. Is this a special dungeon?
Under the threat of American-style Iai, the other party finally stopped caring about being cool and squatted down. Looking for a brief opportunity when the gunfire became sparse, a vicious dog pounced on its food, stayed away from the car, and rolled non-stop on the ground, rolling, rolling, rolling. Oh, get out, roll towards me.
After he rolled away, the blazing car exploded and completely turned into a ball of fire, bouncing on the spot. Various parts flew into the sky, and a tire rolled over.
"Man, now is not the time to be in a daze. If you don't want to die, you'd better run away."
He acts cool and cool, and his words are a bit reliable. Now is really not the time to be in a daze. If you are an ordinary person, it is best to put away your curiosity now, close your mouth tightly, and swing your legs quickly. It's important to concentrate on running.
I was about to start the stellar foot wave engine on my bicycle, escape from the gunfight dungeon at a speed that even bullets could not match, and return to my daily routine. When I looked back, I saw the handsome guy sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He took out a pistol and pointed at me. I gave a thumbs up, showing two rows of white teeth.
"Man, you go first, I'll be there soon."
I looked at him, then at the tire that rolled to my feet, thought for half a second, and clapped my hands.
Soon, a series of strange screams sounded in the desolate countryside.
There was a phantom speeding bicycle, with a tire being dragged by a rope on the back seat. There was a dark guy lying on the tire, yelling regardless of the image.
Oh, maybe he has no image left.
"Slow down, man, I think we're safe."
Oh, is it so?
I looked back in confusion. The other party had four wheels, so it couldn't be thrown off so easily.
But having said that, I could occasionally hear a few gunshots behind me just now, but now I can't hear them anymore.
To be on the safe side, I decided to ride a little longer, slowing down a bit.
At this time, the guy lying on the tire breathed a sigh of relief and could finally talk.
"Man, are you a professional cyclist? These two legs are so powerful, tsk tsk tsk, it would be a shame not to deliver food."
"No." I was too lazy to deal with this guy.
"Man, why don't you let me sit in the back seat?" he asked again, flying up with the tires bumping all the way. He spent more time in the air than on the ground, and his bones were about to fall apart.
"I'm sitting there."
"Actually, I think it's okay to take the car."
"Someone else is sitting there."
He said honestly without asking any more questions, showing a contentment, but soon started to squirm restlessly.
"Man, you're not curious at all?"
"Long story short."
"Oh." He said again, thinking aggrievedly, and said: "To put it simply, I am an undercover agent. When the mission was completed, my identity was exposed."
This is the whole process of how Lao Ma and I met.
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