Death Judge Of Fighting Fish

Thousandth 328 chapters slums

After climbing to the ground, George didn’t want to move at all. He wanted to take a good rest.

John then climbed out, and the two lay on the ground side by side, arrogant.

It’s just that John cares more about where the surroundings are than George. He is very anxious to find his own subordinates. He has written down the grudge against the death judge, and now he is ready to report it!

He looked up at the surrounding area, his eyes a little confused, he didn’t know where it was. Many places around were piles of rubbish, dilapidated low houses, and a desolate scene.

It was a slum. Although John hadn’t been to this kind of place for many years, he had come from this kind of place before.

Poor here is poor, but wherever there are people, you can squeeze out some oil and water.

Therefore, he is quite familiar with this kind of place. There are everything here. Because it is so poor, the U.S. police don’t care much about it.

Slowly getting up, what John wants to do most now is to find some water to drink.

George himself was still very tired, but seeing that John had already got up, he could only get up with John.

The footsteps of the two of them trembled and trembled, but they could continue to walk for a while, and the road here could not be regarded as a road.

All kinds of trash and syringes are all over the place. If they hadn’t thrown away the leather shoes they were wearing, they wouldn’t be able to go in such a place.

They might not feel very strong in the sewer before, but now that they were exposed to the sun after they came out, they realized how smelly they were.

“George, I can’t stand it anymore, I have to find water as soon as possible.” John said.

George extremely agrees with his opinion, but it is not that they can find water immediately when they want to find water. They walked along the way and didn’t even see a single person in broad daylight.

In those low and ruined houses, a large lock is hung on each door.

John walked to the door of one of the buildings and kicked it several times, but he couldn’t kick the door open.

After doing it for a long time, there was no effect, and John’s whole body became irritable in an instant.

“A bunch of poor ghosts! They locked the door so tightly that there was no place to drink water!”

Listening to John’s mutter, George’s face was not good.

It was eight or nine o’clock, and the sun became more and more blazing. The water on the two of them evaporated, but all the dirt in the sewers remained on them.

The discomfort is not just their skin, even their stomachs start to hurt. At first they were washed away by sewage, but they drank a lot.

Even if you vomit, you may not be able to vomit everything clean. This kind of internal and external taste is very uncomfortable.

Holding their stomachs, John and George looked at each other, and they could understand the meaning in the eyes of each other.

The two of them couldn’t bear it anymore. Before, they wanted to see if they could ask someone to ask.

Now they feel sick and their stomach hurts. They urgently need some water to solve their problems.

The two of them directly looked for a door that seemed to be easier to solve, and at the same time they started to hit the door. Before, one person couldn’t kick the door open. Now they hit together, the door fell after holding on for a while. .

As soon as the door opened, a smell that was stronger than that of them suddenly came out.

John and George covered their noses at the same time and frowned. John Weng said: “How can it be so smelly inside, like a dead mouse.”

George waved his hand, as if trying to dispel the stench in the air: “John, you haven’t killed people yourself in too many years. This is the smell of rotting corpses.”

John took two steps back, and the smell of the body was the smelliest in the world in his opinion. Since he hasn’t been in contact for many years, he certainly doesn’t want to contact him now.

He cursed: “It must be those poisonous ghosts again, injecting too many drugs, and ended up just dying here. George, let’s change it again, it’s so stinky inside, I don’t want to go in.”

George didn’t reject John, but followed him and moved on, only that something was wrong in his heart. If it is said that the poisonous ghost took drugs and died in it, then the door should be locked from here, why is it outside.

And how can such a broken house cover up this smell? Even if they didn’t open the door, this kind of smell should still be passed into their noses. Why did they open the door and the smell? Just came out.

The explanation is not clear, I don’t understand. George didn’t even think about it… The most important thing now is not the truth of the matter after all, the most important thing is to find water or find people…

John thought he had escaped the death judge’s trial after he escaped from the sewer. Although George didn’t completely think so, he was quite settled in his heart.

To put it bluntly, it’s because they don’t watch many live broadcasts, that’s why they gave themselves such an illusion.

Ye Chen snapped his fingers while looking at the two old men holding their stomachs on the screen. There was a very light, crisp sound from the house behind them.

John was complaining to George about how bad it was here, so they didn’t hear that voice at all.

George actually doesn’t like John’s complaint. It’s just that John has to maintain a superior image in front of others, and he can’t complain so freely, so the talkative John left this habit to George.

Therefore, even if George didn’t like it, he could only endure it silently.

“John!” George was a little irritable and John’s chattering like this, he changed the subject and said: “Look over there, that door is not locked, we can go and see.”

Then John stopped his mouth, and George was relieved. John walked over quickly and opened the door gently. This time, there was no foul smell inside. It was just a dark house without any glass. Even in the daytime, the sun couldn’t get in.

George followed John and walked in. There was not much sunlight coming through the door, and they couldn’t see clearly even when the light was insufficient.

There are very few things inside, except for a tattered table and a few chairs, only cooking utensils are left, and there is nothing else.

There is also a door inside, and it looks like there should be another room.

John shouted: “Is anyone here? Hey, is there anyone here?” No one paid any attention to him, and there was still a quiet place here. He was upset and said to George again, “Is this him? Where, why is there no one, is it an abandoned slum? What a bad luck. There is not even a thing to call…” ..