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San Yue Qi blinked his eyes and said hesitantly: "This voice..."
"Sounds familiar." Xing stood up and walked towards Cheng Che holding a breathing mask, "It's Sangbo for sure."
"What happened to him?" San Yue Qi looked into the alleyway next to the source of the voice and looked at Cheng Che in confusion, "Don't you care if Sang Bo runs away?"
Cheng Che looked at San Yue Qi with surprise in his eyes, "I'm not a kindergarten teacher, why should I care?"
"He lied to you." Xing raised the breathing mask in his hand, "You said before that you would not be deceived. The treasure map contains..."
This is it…
"You accepted the commission, not me." Cheng Che turned around and walked towards the direction where the voice came from. As he walked, he picked up some spare parts from the discarded things on both sides of the road and picked them up in his hands. "You are the ones who were deceived, aren't you?"
star:……
Xing touched the pocket where the money was and pursed her lips, "So Cheng Che knew I would be deceived but still didn't tell me?"
"Yeah." Sanyueqi nodded and looked at Xing with pity, "It's not the first or second time that he has seen you being tricked into keeping silent."
star:……
The gray-haired girl met San Yue Qi's eyes, her voice full of confusion, "What's that look in your eyes? Have you ever escaped being deceived?"
March 7:! ! !
"Hey, hey! Pretty girls won't be fooled!"
"Ah……"
The noise was getting closer, along with a steady and unhurried pace.
The sound of hiking boots stepping on the ground is not loud, but it is particularly clear in the large mining area where the only sound is the running machines.
Sambo was sitting against the wall, his posture extremely strange.
He looked at the ground in front of him silently, trying to study the dust on it.
He, Sambo, sprained his waist!
A pair of feet appeared in sight, and the paralyzed man's fingers hung down at his sides, and his fingertips fiddled with the small pendant on the backpack.
With a click, a light suddenly lit up in the scarlet eyes of the small pendant, and the photo froze.
Cheng Che squatted down and looked at Sang Bo, "What's wrong with you?"
Hearing this, Sangbo looked up weakly, "What do you think?"
My waist is broken.
Although he was not paralyzed directly due to the fracture, the fact that his waist was twisted and he could not move was no different from a broken waist.
Cheng Che pursed his lips, put the parts in his hand on the ground, and took out a screwdriver and other things from his bag.
"What are you doing?" Sang Bo glanced at Cheng Che, his voice full of fatigue, "Can't you show a little concern for your agent and debtor?"
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and said lightly, "What you need now is not care, but a wheelchair."
Sambo: ...
"Can you make a wheelchair on the spot?" Even though the atmosphere was not right, Sambo couldn't help but ask, "You call this a beginner?!"
Cheng Che screwed a screw in with skillful movements, "I can't make a wheelchair, but I can make a board with rollers."
There was a trace of confusion in Sambo's eyes, "Roller, board."
These two words combined seem...
A bit sloppy.
"Carrying you back can be used as weight training, but the weight is a bit too heavy." Cheng Che hammered on a piece of wood and installed five or six or seven small rollers he picked up, "So I'll just push you back."
For some reason, Sangbo gradually had a bad feeling in his heart, "Excuse me, do you have a design drawing?"
"No." A cold voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of mechanical rollers turning.
"Then... describe your idea?" Sambo refused to give up and continued to ask.
Cheng Che tied a rope to a wooden board, pulled the board and took two steps, "The real thing is right here."
Sambo: ...
Sambo looked at the man in front of him silently, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
A tattered wooden board that was taken from somewhere, with five, six, seven or eight stuck rollers installed underneath and a rope tied to the board. It looked like...
Sangbo took a deep breath and couldn't help but say, "You're pulling me back like this..."
The face is gone...
Cheng Che glanced at Sang Bo and understood what he meant.
He took out a bed sheet from his backpack and shook it, "Don't worry, there's no charge this time."
Sambo: ...
Sambo looked at the bed sheet with black background and white words and fell into silence.
Will the headline news in the Lower Beloborg area tomorrow be the sudden death of a notorious cargo trader?
"Sangbo?" Sanyueqi quickly followed, his eyes wandered around Sangbo twice strangely, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
"You're so sexy that your waist is broken." Cheng Che responded and handed the bed sheet to San Yue Qi, "Spread it on top."
As he spoke, Cheng Che walked around to Sangbo's side and put his hands under Sangbo's arms, "Just bear with it."
"what?"
Before Sangbo could finish his questioning words, a terrifying scream followed, "Ah————"
"Fuck..."
Xing jumped back suddenly, his eyes filled with shock and horror, and he couldn't help but spit out some swear words that came from nowhere.
Sangbo was held in Cheng Che's arms from the front with a look of horror on his face, his arms waving around in panic.
The man in black stood on one leg, bent his other leg and pressed it against Sambo's stomach. He wrapped his arms around Sambo's waist and exerted force suddenly.
"Click——"
There was a teeth-grinding sound of bones colliding, which inexplicably reminded people of the scene of a cold-blooded killer twisting a person's neck.
Cold-blooded, black-clad killer, bone-twisting.
San Yueqi took a step back unconsciously, his eyes full of shock.
"All right."
Cheng Che let go of his hand, carried Sangbo and stood beside the flatbed cart, "Lay out the bed."
March 7:…
"Okay..." San Yueqi suddenly came back to his senses, quickly shook out the bed sheet and spread it on the flatbed truck.
The bed sheet was flat, with ten centimeters hanging down all around, just enough not to fall to the ground.
Cheng Che put Sangbo on the cart, thought for a moment, straightened Sangbo's legs and arms, squatted in front of the flatbed cart and brushed off the dust on Sangbo's shoulders, "Brother will be good to you, and I will straighten your bones."
Sambo: ...
"Am I really not dead?" Sang Bosheng lay on the flatbed with no hope, looking up to the sky and sighing, "Why don't you build one for me?"
"Remember, cover yourself from head to toe, and make sure it's a sexy blue."
Chapter 101 There’s no hope. Take him away and bury him.
In Panyan Town, there was a flatbed cart with five, six, seven or eight rollers and a worn rope tied to the end. It seemed to have been discarded from a mining area. Many places were worn out and it looked like it was about to break.
The rope was held in the hands of a young man, and the flatbed cart was slowly pulled forward with the sound of squeaking rollers.
A bed sheet with black background and white letters was covering the cart, and the undulating curves vaguely revealed the shape of a person.
In addition, there were two girls following silently on both sides of the cart.
Whether it was the person pulling the cart or the person following the cart, they all had the same expressionless face, as if they were having a feast.
"What's going on here?"
Natasha heard the noise and came out of the clinic. She was startled when she saw the cart and rushed forward, "Who's dead? Let me see if there's any hope!"
This figure shows that he is a laborer.
Whether it is the lower area where people make a living by mining, or the Beloberg that is about to open, they are all property!
Cheng Che stopped, put the rope into Natasha's hand, pursed his lips, and said, "She's still breathing."
Natasha's eyelids twitched and her gaze unconsciously moved to the simple flatbed truck.
The black bed sheet was very thin and looked very soft, a rare fabric in the lower area. The words "I will never be a ghost" written on it were very conspicuous.
Under the sheets, a familiar blue color came into view.
"This..." Natasha swallowed hard and was speechless for a moment.
and so……
Didn't Sambo survive the crow's mouth?
"Big sister..." Under the sheets, a hand was raised tiredly, and the voice was weak, "Save me..."
"He's resurrected from the dead?" Natasha's pupils trembled and her eyes widened.
So hard to kill?!
"Ah..." Xing came back to his senses, took a deep breath, lifted the bed sheet, and said seriously, "I'm not dead, I just sprained my waist."
Natasha:…
Natasha pursed her lips and looked at Sambo under the sheets, speechless.
She had a lot of questions, even more confusing than the melee between Dihuo and Swarovski.
but……
Natasha looked at Sambo's gloomy face and said hesitantly, "Is it just a sprained waist?"
“Ah…” Sambo’s eyes were filled with desolation, and his voice was so weak that it seemed as if he had been lying outside the snow for two days without encountering any pioneers. “I sprained it after being cursed.”