Chapter 15 - : Man with the best luck (1/2)

Things haven't been ended in such a simple way.

That night, John was interrupted by a leg and disappeared in the nightclub. I know, Juan said he was not allowed to appear in this city, and there was no place in the city to accommodate him!

This is Juan left him a way to live, otherwise, he would probably have to sell his ass.

I didn't do anything with Phoenix.

After all, she is different from John. John takes the salary as a company's person. We have the right to punish him? But Phoenix is just a mommy who leads the girls. She is not a company's person. She is just hanging a bill to eat under our courtyard.

According to the rules, we have no reason to punish her. Mummy's mobility is also very big, one day left this venue, tomorrow she can go to another venue to look for food, as long as she has a girls on hand.

Although Juan could get rid of her in a minute with a single sentence, it was too aggressive and irregular.

You can't do things too much!

After this, the only thing surprises me is that girl who was forced into the water by Phoenix and John, chose to continue to be a girl. She just switch to work for Mary.

It surprised me, but I also felt a little confused.

Perhaps the world is so easy to fall, but it is hard to get out.

The whole process of the affair was seen only by some people, but then it was buzzing, probably by the mummies. The next day when I go to work and see all the girls looking at me with strange eyes, whicih mix up with excitement and fear. Anyway it is complicated.

Later I learned that I was wearing that kind of almost sinister smile on my face and then, in a cold-blooded manner, interrupting John's hands in his screaming voice is an abnormal behavior in many people's eyes.

But in the eyes of these ladies, I think it might be a little cool also.

In fact, this scene is not the first time I have ever experienced it. Dealing with John, it's just a small case. John is just a small role. He is just a chief gigolo with a woman shareholder behind him. It doesn't cost much to clean up him. That day, I was to frighten others in the field.

I realized that I had been slack for some time recently. From the bottom of my heart, I seem to have an instinctive boredom for the life of this place.

It feels like living in a dark environment for a long time and yearning for sunshine.

In the day time, I suddenly feel a little bored. I find a coat and walk out.

Because I always work at night, which causes most of my work and rest hours to be reversed day and night. My daily habit is to get up at four or five o'clock in the afternoon and then go to bed at six or seven o'clock in the morning.

It seems that I haven't been shopping in the daytime for a long time.

Me alone is a little bored, I make a phone call to Azle, the result of the phone is connected after the guy gives a face-splitting curse: ”Stir people to sleep will be rewarded, death 5!” Then the phone is hung up.

I call Jojo again, and it is a strange, beautiful voice from a young girl. I politely ask Jojo to answer the phone. She tells me in a delicate voice that Jojo is taking a bath.

I hear am ambiguous smell from this sentence, and then I hang up the phone in polite tone.

To disturb the couple's intimacy will be punished also.

Although the two are two women.

Standing on the street, I am a bit overwhelmed by the sun, probably too long without the sun, I feel a little dazzled. Squatting on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette, and looking at the beautiful women come and go, According to their walking posture, the frequency and amplitude of their waist twists, I secretly judge who is still virgin and who is not anymore.

As a result, an hour later, except for two high school students with backpacks and school uniforms, the rests were all labeled as ”non-virgin” in my heart.

This damned world, I curse, and then stand up, ready to look for Wood to kill time.

Wood is working in a small clinic in a neighborhood nearby. To others, it was an insult for a high-caliber medical student, a surgical genius, to be disparaged all the way from a large hospital to a community hospital. But Wood seems pretty enjoy.

His work is very leisurely. Community clinics will not be deal with any major illnesses. People in the neighborhood do not trust this small clinic. Who's headaches, fever or cold, he will go get some medicine. Basically they take the clinic as a pharmacy. Even if they have a little ailment, they would rather go to a big hospital.

The only busy time of the year for Wood is to have a physical examination of the residents of the community every spring.

At other times, he just sits and shoots flies for fun.

When I walk into the clinic, Wood is watching a comic book with great interest. This is also a quirk of Wood. He was a high-caliber medical student, a talented student regarded by the professor, a man like a piece of wood, has a hobby that puberty boys have… Watch comics!

The girl comic!

This is absolutely a very weird!

The first time I went to the Wood's home, I was shocked by the comics of his two bookshelves.

The comics that little girl likes are full of his bookshelves and bedside.

I had always thought Wood should be the kind of medical madman with a snowy scalpel, a white coat, a pale complexion, and the gloomy, bleak eyes.

Seeing me come in, Wood just glances at me with the corner of his eye. Then he continues to read that comic book, and the other hand quickly gives me the cigarette cartridge on the desktop, which is a greeting.

I sit smiling in front of him, ignoring the no-smoking rules in the clinic, take out a cigarette and light it to myself.

There will be no patient coming to the clinic for a day. Why shall we pay so much attention?

”Doctor Mu, I'm not feeling well.” I deliberately say to him with a sad face.

Wood doesn't look up, and a cold word comes from the back of the book: ”Go out the door, go left, take a bus at the station, go down four stops, and turn right at a crossroads. It's a mental hospital.”

FXXX!

Chatting with wood is a painful thing, because when you say a hundred words, he doesn't have to say a word.

But these have become used to me. I grab the cartoon from his hand and look at him bravely in the cold eyes of him. At last, there is a bit of frustration in the his eyes: ”Say, what's wrong?”

”I'm in a bad mood.” I sigh.

Last night I rectified John, but after that I did not feel any sense of accomplishment or happiness. I have experienced many similar scenes. John is only a small episode. I seem to have experienced too many of these dark things. Did such things too much, people's psychology will inevitably produce a lot of dark side.