When he was about to reach the waste purchase station, a sign appeared on the side of the road, indicating that the waste purchase station was in front. In fact, there was no need for a sign at all. The smell in the air had already explained everything.
After Little White saw it, it asked Zhang Zian to stop the car. It planned to split up with Zhang Zian, one in the open and one in the dark, in preparation for the failure of the negotiation.
Zhang Zian didn't know what it planned to do if the negotiation was unsuccessful, but Little White was certainly not a vegetarian.
He continued to drive forward for a short distance, and a courtyard surrounded by several rows of bungalows appeared in front of him.
The neighborhood was deserted, and there were no other ordinary people's houses. After all, living next to the waste station meant that it was surrounded by a large number of mosquitoes, rats, fleas, cockroaches, and other creatures. There were also all kinds of germs, not to mention the smell.
Living here definitely required more courage than living next to the airport. At least the latter only had annoying noise, but living here was deadly!
The first few bungalows had high-wattage lights hanging in front of them, illuminating the road in a pale white. A few trucks were parked in the shadows, but there was no one in sight.
Zhang Zian parked the car on the side of the road and approached a closed door. He knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone here?"
The house was quiet, and no one responded.
He walked to the window and looked into the house.
The lights were on, but the glass was dirty, and he could barely see that there was no one walking around.
Strange, no one? Did they all go to the city to enjoy the nightlife?
He didn't know if there was broadband in such a remote place, but now that the mobile data charges had been reduced, it was not impossible to access the Internet … Of course, only otaku's night entertainment was the Internet, and the Internet could not replace health care.
The smell of the air was very unpleasant, almost nauseating. Groups of mosquitoes rushed to the body, and from time to time, big, fat, and fearless gray rats jumped under his feet. There were arthropods with shiny carapaces drilling in the soil. In this kind of environment, ordinary people did not want to stay for a moment longer.
Zhang Zian took out the Pinxi version of cooling oil and smeared it on the exposed parts of his body. It barely blocked the mosquito's attack, but rats did not fall for it. Rats might carry fleas on their bodies, and fleas might spread plague … Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.
He went to another house and knocked on the door.
This time, someone inside responded.
"Who is it?" A vague and impatient voice sounded.
"I am … Well, during the day, you came to my place to transport the empty bottles," Zhang Zian said.
"Wait."
After two or three minutes, a lean man reeking of alcohol came out to open the door. His hair was unkempt and grimy, and he was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of ripped jeans and flip-flops.
Zhang Zian hadn't seen this man during the day. Maybe he hadn't noticed him.
"What is it?" He leaned against the door frame, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and lit it. He squinted at Zhang Zian with sleepy eyes, as if he had just woken up, or maybe he hadn't woken up yet, but Zhang Zian had woken him up.
Zhang Zian thought about his words and said, "During the day, you came to my place to collect the empty bottles, but when we were settling the bill, it seemed that the number of bottles was not quite right, and we calculated some less money …"
"It's none of my business. Go find whoever did the divination! There's no one here today, let's talk about it tomorrow! " The man didn't wait for him to finish and rudely interrupted him, waved him out, and slammed the door.
Zhang Zian was given the cold shoulder. In fact, he just wanted to tell them not to do this in the future, but the man seemed to have misunderstood that he wanted to get back the money he had taken during the day.
This was also within his expectations. It wasn't so easy to spit out the meat that was in their mouths. On the other hand, it also proved that the quality of these people was really worrying. It was impossible to expect them to be grateful.
He returned to the car, but he didn't dare to stand still. He kept walking around, afraid that fleas would crawl into his shoes and trouser legs.
He didn't know where Little White had gone, so he could only wait for it to come back.
After a few minutes, there was a sudden rustling sound in the grass next to the car. It seemed that something was approaching, but it was very dark, so he couldn't tell if it was a human or an animal.
Zhang Zian's heart suddenly jumped, and he asked softly, "Who is it?"
"Me."
Little White responded in a low voice and came out of the darkness.
"How is it?" he asked.
Little White didn't answer. It turned its head and said, "Follow me."
Zhang Zian first locked the car, closed the windows, and then followed Little White with light footsteps.
Little White took him around a few bungalows and slipped behind the waste station.
There was no one guarding along the way, and there was no need to guard. No one would come to the waste station to steal things.
Gradually, there were voices coming from the front. It was an unscrupulous noise, like a carnival.
Little White turned its head and motioned for him to be careful. There were people in front.
Zhang Zian understood and crouched forward.
Under the cover of a corner of a house, he exposed half of his face and quietly looked in the direction of the noise.
In the open space between the garbage heaps, several people were sitting around the fire, as if they were camping in the garbage. There were several familiar faces among them, all of which he had seen during the day.
There were boxes of cans of beer beside them, and they kept covering their mouths.
What caught their attention the most was the yellow mutt that was tied up tightly on the ground next to them.
Little White stared at the dog and looked back at Zhang Zian.
Was it … the dog that was almost hit by the Wuling Hong Guang MPV just now?
So, why was it tied up?
In this kind of situation, the answer given by intuition was often the most correct answer.
The dog was thin and had no fat on its body. Not only was its limbs tied, but even its mouth was tied with a rope. It could not make a sound and could only keep twisting and struggling on the ground.
In the light of the fire, a man stood up with a beer can and smiled at the others, "Today's luck is good. First, I made some money from a few boxes of beer. I was going to buy some food to go with the beer, but this stupid dog came to me. Today, brothers, we are going to have a good meal! The rest of the money can be used to drink tomorrow! "
"Haha! I'm dying of thirst! The dog meat last time was so delicious! I'm drooling just thinking about it now! "
"Yes! You can't forget dog meat after eating it once. It's so fragrant! "
Someone looked back at the bungalow behind them. Zhang Zian thought he was discovered, so he quickly hid and was ready to run.
"Is Gou Sheng still sleeping? Do you want to wake him up? "
"Forget it. This dog is not fat. It's not enough for a few of us to share. Let him continue to sleep!"
"Haha! Tomorrow, he will definitely be angry and say that we didn't call him to eat dog meat! "
"Stop talking. If you continue talking, the beer will be finished. Hurry up and do it!"
"Okay!"
The man who stood up took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket and looked at the dog maliciously.
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