It is impossible to find a job. He has not finished high school and is not yet 18 years old. Even moving bricks is considered fat. He can only survive by playing mahjong. The masters and ladies in the mahjong parlor are very generous and speak nicely. Shi Jin likes being there very much.

"Self-touch, I win!" Shi Jin threw out an eight-tube card with great pride, pushed the cards aside, and smiled at his fellow card players who were wailing in unison, "Thank you, bosses. Feel free to call me if you need anything. I'll be here before six o'clock." After saying that, he looked at the old man standing behind him, his smile becoming even more endearing, "Uncle Huang, I helped you win money."

Uncle Huang, who happened to see him win the game, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, praising him, "You're simply the reincarnation of the mahjong god. You can win no matter who you help. Here, today's hard work fee." As he said that, he took the money that Shi Jin had just won from the table, took out two red bills and stuffed them into Shi Jin's hand.

Shi Jin was overjoyed, and quickly took the money and thanked him. He stood up and said, "Uncle Huang, you guys continue playing. I'm going to leave first."

"Go ahead." Uncle Huang smiled and waved his hand. After watching him leave, he sat down at the table and continued his card game happily.

...

After working until six o'clock, Shi Jin carried the food he bought and staggered onto the bus.

It had been more than a month since he escaped from the hospital. During this period, he traveled to many cities, worked as a laborer, set up a street stall, and bought lottery tickets. He relied on his tenacious willpower to survive the poorest half month. Finally, after careful consideration, he hid in Province Y on the border of China and found a job in a mahjong hall to help friends who had something to do temporarily.

Although the work environment is complicated and the income is not very stable, he can leave at any time, does not need capital, and does not need to do formal written registration, which is just right for him to hide his tracks at this time.

While making a living, he also paid attention to the situation of the Shi family. Ruixing is a big company, and the replacement of management is big news. Shi Jin can see a lot of news about the Shi family by just flipping through the international financial news.

As he expected, after he gave up his inheritance, Shi Weichong forcefully entered Ruixing and suppressed the small actions of Vice President Xu Tianhua with thundering means, becoming the new president of Ruixing. At this time, the outside world finally knew that this business upstart who had shined in China in recent years was actually the son of business tycoon Shi Xingrui.

"Shi Weichong is really amazing. He took care of Shi Xingrui's old subordinates in just one month. How can I compete with him?" Shi Jin poked at his newly bought off-brand mobile phone, looked at the domineering Shi Weichong in the news photos, and touched his scarred arm in fear.

Xiao Si comforted him intimately: "After Shi Weichong completely took control of Ruixing, your death value dropped to 880."

"This is the only good news." Shi Jin turned off the news, looked at the receding street scene outside the window, and sighed softly.

After no longer having a knife hanging from his neck, he spent some time to understand the world in this book. You don't know the result until you know it. Once you know it, you will be scared to death. Although the general background of the world in this book is the same as the world he lives in, there are some subtle differences in some details. For example, China in the book does not ban guns, and allows certain violent organizations to exist legally.

This is simply unbelievable to him. You have to know that when he was a policeman in his previous life, not all policemen were allowed to carry guns.

"Jinjin, when are you going to contact your five brothers again?" Xiaosi suddenly asked. Shi Jin

came back to his senses, thought about it and replied: "At least wait until the death value drops to about 700, leaving each brother with more than 50 points of error opportunities, otherwise it is too unsafe."

"How are you going to reduce it?"

"I still need to plan this." Shi Jin replied. He did come up with a way to defeat them one by one, but he still needed to refine it slowly. After all, he was plotting against a tiger, and he couldn't be careless about saving himself.

"Well, well..." Xiao Si suddenly stuttered and suggested in a low voice: "We are free anyway, why don't we take some time to find the owner of another progress bar?" Shi

Jin was stunned, glanced at another progress bar in his mind that showed it was not activated, smacked his lips, and nodded very crisply: "Sure, how can I find your baby? Do you have any clues?" As a fellow loser, it would be nice to find another unlucky victim first, so that he would have a companion on the road to self-rescue.

"Wow, wow, wow, Jinjin, you are so nice! I love you! I will give birth to a few monkeys for you!" Xiao Si was so excited that he spoke incoherently.

Shi Jin's face was heavy with sorrow: "You are a good system, but I really can't be hard with you, so... I'm sorry!"

Xiao Si: "......" Shi Jin

was very happy after teasing for a while, and asked: "You haven't told me how to find your baby yet, give me some clues or hints, and I'll try my best."

Xiao Si's voice was mechanical and numb: "Fate."

"What?" Shi Jin didn't understand.

"Clues and hints to find my baby - fate." Xiao Si explained.

"..." Shi Jin was upset and confirmed, "Are you serious?"

Xiao Si: "More serious than your self-mocking today." Shi Jin

: "..."

Okay.

He continued to look out the window with a sad face, and felt that the future was bleak.

When it was getting dark, the bus finally arrived at the terminal - in front of a dilapidated park that was about to be abandoned.

Shi Jin got off the car with the food, walked around the park gate with familiarity, turned onto the hill behind the park, and entered a small bungalow on the hillside.

He discovered this house by chance. It is located on the hillside. It looks dilapidated and is surrounded by weeds. However, the facilities inside are very complete, with a bed, a table, a kitchen, water and electricity, and a separate bathroom in the basement. If you ignore the surrounding environment, it is still very comfortable to live in.

According to the gatekeeper of the park, this house was previously occupied by a mountain ranger. Later, several large mountains next to the hill were all leased by a rich man to plant fruit trees. The owner of the orchard sent the mountain ranger away, and the house was abandoned. Shi Jin

was very poor. After confirming that the house was now ownerless, he moved in with his few luggage.

Today's income was good. Uncle Huang, who always had to leave from time to time to pick up his granddaughter/grandson/go home to feed the cat/open the door to walk the dog, took care of his business several times and gave him a few red bills as a reward each time. Shi Jin

put away the money he earned and made a simple bowl of noodles to fill his stomach. Then he slaughtered the pheasant he caught in the mountains yesterday, stuffed the chicken's stomach with the spices and side dishes he bought today, threw it into the soup pot and stewed it over low heat, and fell on the bed with satisfaction.

While waiting for the chicken to cook, he fell asleep unknowingly. Halfway through his dream, he was suddenly awakened by Xiaosi: "Jinjin, someone is coming, several of them, and they look a little sneaky." Shi Jin

woke up immediately, first stuffed the cucumber pillow containing all his belongings and documents under the bed to hide it, then turned off the lights in the house, walked lightly to the door, took out the dagger he bought, held it in his hand, and looked out through the crack of the door.

A dark green pupil met his through the door, cold and like the eyes of a wild animal. Shi

Jin was startled, and before he could react, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him, followed by a pain in the back of his neck, and he knew nothing.

Before he fell into a coma, he had only one thought in his mind - so hungry, his pheasant soup!

...

When he woke up again, Shi Jin found that he was being dragged like a dead dog and sent to a grandly decorated living room.

There were several people standing in the living room. Seeing him being dragged in, the leader asked indifferently: "Are you awake?"

"Almost, Lao Li is very measured." The man who was dragging Shi Jin replied.

"You can go down." The man who asked the question waved his hand.

"Yes." The man dragging Shi Jin turned and left. Without the shield, Shi Jin finally saw the people standing not far away.

They were three men, all very tall, with ordinary, honest or gentle looks, all of which would not arouse people's vigilance in a crowd. They were wearing the same clothes, a neat work suit in military green, with a small banana pattern printed on the chest pocket, and the words "Hua Hua Guo Yuan" embroidered below the pattern. Shi

Jin suddenly felt relieved and shouted, "I am innocent! I didn't steal your fruit! Believe me, I'm a good man!"

Xiao Si, who was about to speak up to remind him that the situation was not good, said, "..."

The atmosphere froze for a moment. The gentle-faced man who had asked the question before twitched his face, stepped forward, stepped on Shi Jin's chest, pressed hard, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, who sent you!"

This kick was completely powerless. Shi Jin groaned, and looked at the gentle-faced man above with a distorted face. He felt that he looked familiar for some reason. After taking a closer look, he said in disbelief, "Are you...Uncle Huang?"

Old Huang in the mahjong hall was kind and generous. Although his hair was already gray, he was in good spirits and his back was always straight. He did not have the habit of unconsciously hunching over like other old people. The gentle man in front of him was young and energetic, completely different from the old Huang. However, the police did not rely on age and appearance to identify people. Shi Jin quickly recognized the other party's identity through details such as bone structure and eyes.

When he was pointed out as a disguise, the gentle man's eyes changed. He stretched out his hand to pinch Shi Jin's chin and shouted: "Stop pretending! You first deliberately approached me at the contact point, and then wandered around the base. The identity and background you revealed were all fake. Tell me, what do you want to do, and who sent you here!"

What contact point? What base? Shi Jin was stunned. He immediately understood that there might be some misunderstanding here. He hurriedly explained, "I'm just a minor who has a hard time making a living. I don't understand what you said."

"You still don't tell the truth. You're really not willing to accept a toast." The gentle-faced man sneered, stood up, took out a gun from his pocket, loaded the bullet, and pointed it at Shi Jin's head. "I'll give you another chance. Say something I want to hear."

Shi Jin's

eyes widened. He deeply realized the dangers of not banning guns. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His mind was spinning desperately - he should have been captured by someone and taken to the base of a big boss, and was mistaken for an enemy spy. What should he do?

Xiao Si, who had been silent for a long time, cried out: "Go in, the progress bar has started to rise, it's already 900!"

Shi Jin suddenly wanted to cry too - he had planned everything, but he never expected that he could threaten his life by playing mahjong!

"Don't talk?" The gentle-faced man put his finger on the trigger and rubbed it gently, "I'll give you three seconds, one..."

"Ahhh, 930!" Xiao Si screamed.

How could it rise so fast!

Shi Jin felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

"Two..." The gentle-faced man was still counting.

Xiao Si broke into a voice: "950! 960! Go in!!!"

Damn!

The more dangerous the situation became, the calmer Shi Jin became. The words "what I want to hear" said by the gentle-faced man kept repeating in his mind. Then, an idea suddenly occurred to him, and when the gentle-faced man spoke again, he shouted, "I am the younger brother of the new president of Ruixing! I am worth a lot and have a troublesome background. You can't kill me!"

The gentle-faced man paused, moved his gun away, and looked suspiciously, "Ruixing? Is it the foreign Ruixing?" Shi Jin

nodded frantically.

The gentle-faced man moved his feet away, frowned, and looked in the direction where the other two companions were standing. Shi

Jin breathed a sigh of relief, turned sideways, covered his chest, and coughed a few times, then looked in the direction where the gentle-faced man was looking. As a result, he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he looked at it.

The place where the gentle-faced man was looking, from behind the other two men who had been standing still, a thin man sitting in a wheelchair slid out in the wheelchair. His skin was pale, his features were delicate and charming, his upturned phoenix eyes were lifeless and quiet, he was wearing a black silk robe, the corners of which were embroidered with unknown red flowers, like blood spread in the dark night.

He came to the wolfish Shi Jin and asked softly, "Are you Shi Xingrui's youngest son, Shi Jin?"

Shi Jin's lips trembled, his eyes moved from the hem of his clothes to his face, and finally stopped on his head, looking at the progress bar above his head that was becoming clearer and clearer, he wanted to cry and laugh, his expression couldn't help but twist, and he called out in a lost state, "Baby!" Why are you here, and why are you dying!