Chapter 30

The second thug looked at the first thug approaching him and couldn't help feeling a little scared. He felt that he was in great danger, but he was not sure where the danger came from nor what it was exactly.

Even if the person who was walking on the street and calling him before was not real, the person in front of him did not react at all when the previous person was walking on the street and calling him. His appearance now is definitely not for his safety. Moreover, as soon as he appeared, the voice over there disappeared. This either means that these two people are the same person, or that they must be connected!

He is still not safe.

But he couldn't just pierce through this layer of window paper. Although everyone knew some things, he couldn't say them. If he said them, he would die. So, if he didn't say them, he might live longer.

He needs to survive.

Who wouldn't want to live? Genes always want to be passed on.

Although it is disgusting, it is also a fact. Even if the second thug hates this fact very much, he has to admit that it is indeed the case.

He was irresistible.

He hated himself for being like this, but he couldn't change, so he could only suffer more. When he was in pain, he would torture others to relieve his emotions. This time was no exception. But who knew it would be so dangerous? If he had known this, he would not have come! Who would be willing to risk his life for a job?

He doesn't want to.

It's not like I'm mentally ill.

The first thug walked up to the second thug, looked down at him and asked, "Can't you stand up?"

The second thug shook his head: "No."

He stood up with the help of the wall, his legs trembling a little. He looked at his companion in front of him, curled his lips and asked, "Are you here to see me?"

The first thug laughed and said, "If I wasn't looking for you, why would I come out? I'm safe there. I came out to see what was going on outside because I heard some noise. Otherwise, I wouldn't have cared. I thought there was no one outside and the noise was just bait to lure me out. You should be glad that I took a look."

The second thug nodded and said, "Thank you for coming to see me. You said the previous place was safe. Can we go there now? I don't think the streets are safe."

"sure."

The first thug nodded, turned around and led the way.

The second thug walked behind hesitantly, looking left and right, wanting to take the opportunity to escape, but then he changed his mind and realized that he had hidden very well just now, but he was still found, and was seen face to face. Even if he ran away now, he probably wouldn't be able to get away.

It’s better to just forget it.

Go and take a look at what the so-called safe place is all about, and then try to find out what the other party wants. If necessary, you can continue to communicate. If not, then run away quickly. It is better to die on the road than in a closed secret room.

The second thug's eyes were rolling around, thinking about the situation on the road. The first thug stopped, turned around, opened the door, and said to him, "Go in."

The second thug's face suddenly turned pale with a hint of green. He was reluctant to go in, but he had no choice at this moment. If he didn't go in, the first thug who was watching him closely would not sit idly by and would just say that he was crazy. Who knows what he would do next. What's more, he had already reached the door and couldn't run away. Turning around would only mean failure in advance.

After thinking all this over, the second thug took a deep breath and entered the room. The first thug followed behind and closed the door with a bang.

The second thug was sitting in the room, and could only be thankful that the other party had not locked the door.

If he wants to run, he might still have a chance when the other party isn't paying attention.

"Since we can't go out now, why don't we talk for a while?"

The second thug asked tentatively.

"OK."

The first thug smiled and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The second thug said, "I remember when we were arresting people, we saw a man who was reading a book. I took a look at it, and you also read it. You said that the book was not good, and that the protagonist was mentally ill, and the author was also mentally ill."

The first thug smiled and said, "Oh, that book. I remember it. What do you want to say?"

The second thug said, "I want to hear you tell me again what's wrong with it."

The first thug thought for a moment and said, "If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it. But that book is really annoying, otherwise I wouldn't have remembered it until now."

The second thug said tentatively: "The protagonist is a very good-looking elf. The protagonist has been describing how good-looking the protagonist is, and you say he is disgusting.

The author also uses side descriptions to talk about how the protagonist is delicate, has no common sense, and is afraid of pain. That is why whenever he was injured in the past, someone would rush to treat him. He knew that the weather was cold but still insisted on going outside the hospital. As a result, he made himself sick, but he still thought it was not his fault. It was like he had a brain disease and did not know that he should wear thick clothes when it was cold, nor did he know that it was best not to go out when he was sick.

You also said, damn, if this kind of trash can have money, why can't I?

Do you remember what you said afterwards?

The first thug said, "Remember, a man was written with such a sick mind. It's okay to say he's exquisite, but it's weird. How can a normal person be so exquisite? Even if a normal person is very beautiful, it's weird to use the word beautiful to describe a man over and over again, as if that person can only praise this kind of thing, so I feel disgusted.

Just from the appearance description, it's garbage and useless.

Sure enough, the subsequent profile knocked me down all of a sudden. My guess was absolutely right. He was just a piece of trash. He was not good at this or that. Yet he had so much money and so many people following him. What did those people want? Did they think he was mentally ill? Did they think he had no common sense? Did they think he couldn't stand the pain? Did they think he didn't know how to deal with injuries and illnesses and was spoiled? Did they think he was self-righteous?

Does he think he can live his whole life under the care of others? Does he think he is superior to others? Does he not know until he dies that there are still people in the world who can't even afford a meal? Does he think he is doing nothing when he lives to squeeze other people's living space and fight for other people's hard-earned money? Damn, my previous bosses were not so crazy.

At least they don't need a group of people to take care of every detail for them. They know what they want to do, they won't make themselves seriously ill, they won't go out without enough clothes when they are injured and get sick from the cold, and they won't think that everything should revolve around them.

Even less would one take it for granted that one's wealth and status were inherited, knowing that most of one's things belonged to others and that one probably will not become a pauper in one's lifetime, yet still act high and mighty.

Damn, my previous boss at least knew that every penny he made was taken from others. Although he didn’t feel any regret or guilt, and even stepped on others, he wasn’t so ignorant, not so mentally ill, and certainly not as if taking something from others was their fault. I just can’t stand this kind of rubbish.”

The first thug was so angry that he punched the table next to him, and the table cracked. The first thug simply kicked the shaky table, and the table collapsed and fell to the ground, breaking into a pile of pieces.

The second thug was stunned: "Ah, you can't be that angry?"

Although you don't have money, you don't have so many people following you, you're not that good-looking, and you're not that mentally ill. But what you remember is the same as what I remember. Doesn't this mean that you are not fake?

Barely trustworthy.

The second fighter thought about it, then looked at the first fighter and asked, "When did you become so strong?"

The first fighter sat down and said, "After entering the mist, I found that when I got angry, my strength increased. I couldn't control my temper and wanted to attack everything around me. That's it."

He also kicked the garbage on the table next to him.

The second thug nodded and asked, "Then do you know how to get out?"

The first thug shook his head: "I don't know."

The second thug was a little disappointed but knew that there was no need to rush this matter, so he nodded and said, "Anyway, we will definitely get out sooner or later. It doesn't matter if we don't know now."

The first thug looked at him and asked, "What about you? Do you remember what you said?"

The second thug laughed immediately, just like the way he laughed when he saw that the person who wrote the test, the questions and the answers were all things he had seen before during an exam: "Remember, I said, don't let me see people like that, or I'll beat them up if I see them. Damn it, that kind of shameless rubbish should die!"

He became a little angry as he spoke: "Damn it. Those rubbish can live so well, but we can only be like rats in the gutter. It's so fucking unfair!"

The first thug whispered, "The world is not fair."

The second thug sneered, "I know, so I want them to die. This way, the world will be fairer to me than before."

He nodded. "By the way, doesn't the book also say that the protagonist likes plants and doesn't think other people's big gardens are good enough? At the time, I thought, I can't even make a living by working so hard, and I have to sit here and watch you go crazy. I've had enough. Damn it, you'd better die soon and don't be caught by me, otherwise I'll kill you and your whole family.

If there is no whole family, all those who are involved will die! It's not that they can't be killed.

Many people have died suddenly, but the compensation is not enough to buy a small single house, let alone a garden.

That bastard has money, care, hospital treatment, and a garden, and he's still not happy!"