Chapter 3473 (2/2)
”Who knows where there is a hotel?” Su Ming stopped and asked the three children who were talking and laughing against the corner of the wall.
They should be abandoned orphans, or they may come from nowhere.
The first two children had serious radiation sickness. Their faces were rotten and they smiled with a kind of evil spirit; The last one is a mentally retarded person who can only giggle and look fat.
A boy who was only a little better looking than Wade looked up at the dress of the death knell. He grinned, drooled brownish yellow, and put up his fingers that looked crooked because of abscesses and fractures:
”A gold coin. I'll show you the way.”
”Hoo, click.” Su Ming pulled out his revolver, broke off the hammer, held the gun behind him and secretly approached the forehead of the boy who wanted to take out his pocket: ”the last question, where is the hotel?”
In this world, revolvers may be more threatening than God killers, because the aborigines can't understand lightsabers, but they know that a gun explosion can kill anyone.
”Over there, turn left at that intersection. Please don't kill me, kind sir.”
The simplicity of the people is not much different from that of Gotham. When you think they are beggars leading the way, they are actually thieves; When you think they are thieves, they are actually robbers.
But when they put guns against them, they are good children.
The pistol turned a beautiful flower and took back the holster. Su Ming turned and left. The residue of the world is so sad that killing them makes no sense.
Through the dry and dirty alley, feeling the eyes behind, the death knell calmly came to the hotel and pushed open the western style trap door.
Like all hotels, the first floor is a bar, and the accommodation is upstairs. Even at noon, there are a lot of drunks here, and the atmosphere is very lively.
After all, the world has become like this. What good choice can you have except anesthesia? Not everyone can become a gun man. Most people are farmers in their life, and they still don't have much land.
Sprinkle the seeds into the ground, then pray for God's blessing, and then go home to sleep and wait.
The harvest depends on God's will.
It's not that they don't know agricultural knowledge, they know, but the problem is that if they spend a lot of effort to serve the crops, they can't tell when they will be stolen and eaten by mutant creatures, or picked by someone passing by.
No matter how much effort you put in, it's no different from relying on God's will. In this way, who will be that fool?
When the gunman with a gun walked into the bar, the air was quiet. Even the drunkard's friends covered their mouths so as not to say anything wrong and collide with people who can't afford it.
It was not until Su Ming came to the bar with someone on his shoulder and sat down with the girl in his arms that the whispering voice gradually came from behind and made the bar angry again.
”Have a whisky and open a room. I have something to ask.”
Su Ming didn't have the dollars or gold coins used in the world, but gold fragments were OK. He patted several gold beans on the bar.
”Stranger, I wish you a long day and a bright night.” The owner of the hotel is a shriveled old man. His fingers are like shriveled branches, but he collects money quickly and speaks his blessings sincerely.
”I wish you a double harvest.” Su Ming shook his head and answered the other party according to the custom here: ”now give me the wine and tell me where there are wizards or witches nearby.”