The restaurant is always unpopular around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and Wei Zhiyuan, as a waiter, has nothing to do during that time. So one day, when he innocently asked the boss if he could play Snake on his phone, the boss gave it to him without a care.

Wei Qian spent a week studying maps and the city's waste disposal system, while Wei Zhiyuan spent a week playing Snake... and sending a few messages to Sanpang.

The first one was simple: Third brother, help, don’t reply to the text message. I received a call from my brother at 9 o’clock in the evening. He hung up after one ring - Xiaoyuan.

In the second message, Wei Zhiyuan left the name of the city and the address, and then wrote: Don’t come back, don’t look for us, find a place to live by yourself, and call my brother when you arrive. After two rings, hang up.

On the fourth day, Wei Qian received two rings from Sanpang.

Wei Zhiyuan then followed Wei Qian's instructions and left a third message to Sanpang: Get a big dog, and then call my brother. Hang up after three rings.

On the last day, Wei Qian adjusted his physical condition and prepared to go to the boxing ring.

He got up early, and while Wei Zhiyuan was still asleep, he used a carbon pen to draw a little turtle on the back of the child's hand.

Wei Qian had already read the old math textbook from beginning to end. At the same time, he also followed the original owner in drawing a dozen little turtles on sticky notes. At first glance, it seemed that he had inherited 80% of the skills of the "Divine Turtle Master" and the drawings were very lifelike.

After finishing the painting, Wei Qian put on his clothes and walked away like an ethereal being.

At the same time, Sanpang, along with a big dog, had been stealthily searching the suburbs west of the city for a day and a night.

A pickup truck drove over, and Sanpang hurriedly dodged the headlights, pulled back the dog leash, and forced the dog to hide with him, shrinking its neck and waiting vigilantly for the car to pass.

The big dog stuck out its long tongue, and seeing Sanpang approaching with a frightened face, it licked him casually.

After the car drove away, Sanpang roared at the dog angrily: "Fuck you, you just ate shit!"

The dog obviously didn't think this was a hygiene issue, and wagged its tail and said, "Woof!"

Sanpang looked at the dog with worry. Somehow, the dog looked tall and handsome, but its IQ seemed to be significantly lower than that of its peers. "Baby, we've been spending a whole day here. If we can't find it, Wei Qian, that little bastard, might die."

The dog... let's just call it Happy Dog - Happy Dog happily dragged him forward and barked again in a jolly manner, as if to say with joy: "Let that little bastard die!"

Sanpang sighed, "Who said it wasn't? I want that little bastard to die, too. He's just like a trouble with legs. I don't know what trouble he's gotten himself into this time - looking for a corpse in the west of the city. Sigh, I'm obviously a comedy actor, but they sent me all the way here to star in a horror movie!"

Dog Huanle suddenly braked, and Sanpang's nerves suddenly tensed up: "What's wrong? Is it around here?"

...As a result, the dog happily raised his legs and urinated under the tree.

Sanpang: “…”

At this time, Sanpang discovered that the dog Huanle had pulled him to a higher place. Looking down, he could see the garbage incineration plant. The stench was overwhelming. He didn't know how the dog Huanle, with a nose that was many times more sensitive than that of humans, could maintain his heroic character under such conditions.

Sanpang squinted his eyes and looked down. He suddenly found that several large trash cans of different colors had not been disposed of with the other garbage. The small pickup truck that had just driven past him stopped next to the garbage disposal plant. Several people got out of the car and carried those cans away.

Those people were definitely not from the garbage disposal plant. Sanpang could see it clearly - most of the people willing to do this kind of work here were older people, and not many young people could endure such hardship.

The people who got off the car were young and strong. They looked powerful and could easily lift the seemingly very heavy trash cans onto the car.

After a while, the pickup truck drove away again.

Sanpang squatted down, took out the map, and whispered to Gou Huanle, "That's not right. The map says there's nothing over there, just a large empty space."

The dog ignored him and just wanted to pull him away.

Sanpang: "Okay, I'll listen to you, let's go!"

Sanpang crouched down, dodging carefully all the way, distinguishing the tire tracks and directions, and following the pickup truck's trail with the help of his dog's nose. It was almost dawn when he found a row of illegal buildings, which seemed to be illegal small iron smelting workshops. The pickup truck had already driven away, but several trash cans were lined up outside with the lids open. One of them was accidentally dumped out and was now empty.

Sanpang leaned his head and looked carefully into the empty trash can, thinking it was incredibly clean.

There are all kinds of things in the trash can, especially some soupy things. It can't be as clean as this bin. It must be filled with something else.

Sanpang had an inexplicable premonition, and he felt that he had found the right place.

It was not until then that he noticed the dog's unusual joy.

The dog's eyes were wide open, its fur stood up, and it bared its sharp canine teeth in the direction of the row of trash cans. Its claws were scratching the ground nervously, making a movement between running away and attacking - it must have smelled something and was scared.

That morning, a strange customer came to the small restaurant where Wei Zhiyuan worked. He came in and ordered a bowl of noodles just after it opened. He was not in a hurry to eat, but just sat there as if wasting time.

The boss and his wife were a little scared, because most people wouldn't come to eat a bowl of hot and spicy noodles at this time when it wasn't breakfast or lunch. The customer had a tattoo faintly visible under his short-sleeved vest, and he had a head of yellow hair, and didn't look like a good person.

Wei Zhiyuan took Wei Qian's phone that day, turned it to silent mode, and waited for news from Sanpang.

If he finds it, Sanpang will ring the bell for him once. If he succeeds, Sanpang will ring the bell for him again.

The first bell in the morning had passed, but the second bell was still nowhere to be found. Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel anxious.

Just as he was looking down at his phone, the strange guest stood up at some point and quietly approached him.

Wei Qian has finished the second game.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he noticed something was wrong. For someone like Wei Qian who was used to being a thug, as long as someone stood in front of him, he could basically feel whether the opponent was a threat at the first moment. In the second game, he went up a level according to the rules, and his opponent should naturally be stronger, but this person was not stronger than the opponent in the first game at all.

Wei Qian knocked the man down almost without any injury.

The audience booed in disappointment - because to outsiders, the opponent Wei Qian looked really tall and strong with muscular body.

However, only those who have personally participated in the fight know that the man's muscles are too knotty, like those of a bodybuilder. The large blocks of muscles that are like dead meat severely limit his punching speed. Apart from being able to withstand blows, his muscles are almost useless.

Wei Qian wiped the sweat off his face and prepared to return to the locker room.

Just as he stepped off the stage, Zhao Laojiu ran in breathlessly, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into a corner. He first looked him up and down in pretended anxiety, then heaved a sigh of relief in a very artificial way, patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, brother, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay."

Wei Qian knew that things had just started to happen.

He remained calm and pretended to be confused and asked, "Huh?"

Zhao Laojiu slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, what's the point of keeping these people... They made a mistake just now! Your opponent is not a low-level person like you at all, he is a middle-level, big guy, one person can be twice as heavy as you! Brother Jiu was afraid that something would happen to you..."

Wei Qian sneered in his heart, but cooperated by making a stunned expression on his face.

Zhao Laojiu seemed to suddenly remember something. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a thick dozen RMB notes from it - it looked really thick, more than two bundles. Wei Qian flipped through it and knew there were at least 20,000 of them.

"This time, the appearance fee and the prize money for winning the game will be given to you according to the level of that person. Each is 10,000 yuan, and the remaining 5,000 yuan is given to you by Brother Jiu himself. Alas, Brother Jiu is sorry for you. If I hadn't been keeping a close eye on you, I wouldn't have let you suffer this."

Wei Qian pretended to refuse, but finally "failed" as expected and put the money into his own pocket. Zhao Laojiu looked at him with satisfaction and kindness: "Young man, you have a bright future! Go ahead and change your clothes."

Wei Qian had anticipated various situations in his mind - of course, more than 20,000 yuan was a huge sum of money he had never seen in his life. As a qualified money-grubber, it was very normal for his liver to tremble and his brain to get hot, but soon, he was pulled back by his strong willpower.

He left the stage at a very slow pace, stopped halfway and looked back at Zhao Laojiu, and found that the man was watching him with an indescribable smile of complacency on his face.

Find a weakling from nowhere, make him think he beat the intermediate level, then use money to make him inflate his ego so that he is willing to skip a level in the next game?

It's impossible. Real thugs can tell who is the tough guy and who is just a show-off. They will just think that the previous scene was a fluke. How many people would take such a risk for the 25,000 dollars in their pocket?

Of course there are, but those people usually need large sums of money, such as those who are taking drugs, loan sharks, or supporting seriously ill patients, and they will not sign a contract for only three games.

For most low-level boxers who have three fights scheduled, the profit from this one fight has already exceeded expectations, and there won’t be many who have the courage to fight again.

This is like throwing money into the water, like throwing meat buns at a dog. Zhao Laojiu can't be so stupid.

Wei Qian's mind was calmer than ever before, and it was working at almost full speed. Suddenly, he stopped.

Zhao Laojiu's words "Go change your clothes" suddenly echoed in his ears, and Wei Qian remembered something was wrong - it was the locker room!

From the very beginning, Wei Qian had a vague feeling that the stage setup was abnormal.

According to normal people's thinking, the competition platforms of adjacent levels should be next to each other, which is convenient for the spectators. The competition platforms of other levels are indeed lined up in this way, but those of lower levels are not.

The lowest level competition stage is near the main entrance, while the second level is at the innermost.

In this way, if the second-level boxers want to go back to the locker room, they have to go through a long and narrow corridor along the edge. It is very narrow and only wide enough for one person to pass through. It is almost dark inside. It is said that the light is broken and has not been installed yet.

When the contestants enter the ring, they walk from the outside so that the guests can see them clearly. However, there are different rules for their exits, which require them to exit through the boxer tunnel so as not to block the guests' view - the guests are not people they can afford to offend.

In other words, the second-level boxer has only one way to go down the stage, and that dark and narrow path is now in front of Wei Qian.

Money and...blood.

In a flash, Wei Qian figured out how Zhao Laojiu would handle this matter.

Imagine a poor boxer who, out of sheer luck, walks into this corridor with great joy, carrying a huge sum of money he has never seen in his life. If he is suddenly attacked at the deepest part, what will happen to him?

What would happen if the man not only beat him up but also robbed him of his money?

Being attacked unexpectedly in the dark has a huge psychological impact on a person. However, a person who has just won a game and whose blood is still cool will never be afraid or scared because of the attack. He will only be angry and even hateful. Uncontrolled anger will ignite the sense of expansion that was originally rationally controllable.

Not to mention the money.

It would be fine if he couldn't get the money, but if he got it and it was snatched away from him, everyone would be furious... especially people like them, they would go crazy.

Simple and crude, but definitely surprisingly effective.

Wei Qian's palms were soaked with sticky cold sweat.

Just then, a man whispered behind him, "Why don't you leave?"

In the west of the city, Sanpang felt that his body was about to explode with fear.

To this day, Sanpang still doesn't know what happened to Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan. He only knows that the two grandsons ran away without saying goodbye, which made Old Lady Song so anxious that she was running around in circles and almost wanted to climb a tree. She no longer cared about scolding him as the fat boy. Every day when she saw him, she would question him endlessly like Xianglin Sao.

Sanpang was also anxious. The Ma Zi incident had happened once before. Although Sanpang didn't say it, he almost had a psychological trauma.

Coupled with being nagged by Old Lady Song every day, he was about to collapse.

Until he received a text message from an unfamiliar number in Wei Zhiyuan's tone.

Sanpang bought a ticket from a scalper and rushed here that day. He was extremely nervous, especially when he received the news that Wei Qian and others asked him to find a corpse.

Of course, when the word "corpse" was on paper, it could only arouse Kim Jong-un's worry and anxiety... But when he actually saw those real corpses, he was almost frightened to death without any buffer.

Sanpang and Gou Huanle sneaked into the illegal workshop. On the way, Gou Huanle seemed to be able to feel the fear and caution of the human next to him, and he didn't even make a sound. The others had probably driven away, leaving only a middle-aged man inside to watch.

The middle-aged man was in a gloomy hut. Sanpang took a look and saw that the hut was a simple ancestral hall with a Buddha statue in it. The man was burning incense and kowtowing tremblingly. There was a pile of scrap copper and iron in the yard. Sanpang and the dog Huanle carefully avoided the junk and ran to a place that seemed to be a storage place for oil refineries.

Once you get in, the timid ones will pee on the spot - there is a row of troughs filled with corpses, all facing outwards, with their eyes rolled up, mouths open. The corpses on the outermost side are still stiff, while the ones on the innermost side are already emitting a foul stench in Guangdong's humid and hot weather... The troughs are not full yet, and they will probably be incinerated collectively only when they are full.

Sanpang sat down on the ground on the spot, and at the same time, the dog Huanle barked in extreme fear.