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Chapter 13 Please respect the fruits of my labor

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    Lin Yao didn't want to continue playing riddles with them anymore, so he said directly: "Mr. Le, you have hands and feet, your brain is not broken, and your body should be normal. It should be easy to find a part-time job before returning to China. Your biggest  The biggest obstacle may be the problem of language communication, but I think the police station should be able to introduce you to a suitable part-time job."

    Judging from the man's previous attire, the choice of words and sentences, and the good quality and temperament of his gestures, he should have received a good education.

    A normal man over thirty years old should have already been in contact with the society, and it is impossible for him to have a skill. However, he did not choose to work to solve his current financial situation.

    He was able to leave the hospital safely, which means that falling into the water did not cause any harm to his body, so the cause of his physical discomfort was ruled out.

    That is to say, does he have any unspeakable secrets?

    The man pondered for a while with his eyes downcast, and cast a questioning look at Sergeant McCarron who was sitting aside.  However, the sheriff's eyes widened, and his expression made it clear that he was saying: Impossible, please roll as far as you go.

    The man sighed imperceptibly, and he didn't expect the police in Country M to find him a part-time job.  Everywhere he goes now is a ticking time bomb. It's not that he doesn't want to find a part-time job, but that he doesn't want to harm anyone.

    He didn't expect his bad luck physique to be so powerful.  Although there were signs of it when he was young, it wasn't as outrageous as it is now, and even the people around him would be affected at every turn.

    After thinking about it, it should be the piece of blood jade that the Feng Shui master gave to their family that year played a role.

    When they were young, a feng shui master came to their home. The feng shui master said that he was born with evil spirits. At the least, bad luck would lead to disasters, and at worst, he would harm his relatives and friends and harm his children and grandchildren. So he gave their family a blood jade the size of a palm, saying yes  Can suppress his evil spirit.

    Although their family only thinks that this is a charlatan who is just talking nonsense and scaremongering in order to defraud money.  But that piece of blood jade is indeed a high-quality product, it was not carved, it was only peeled and polished to polish the surface, but it still couldn't cover up the bright and vivid blood pattern of the blood jade.

    It is said that jade has spirituality and will recognize its owner.  Such a piece of blood jade that has not been carved and is similar to the original stone should not be a funeral object or a family heirloom, that is to say, this piece of jade has not recognized the owner, and there should be no problem with their family bringing it.

    Although such a piece of blood jade is inconvenient to carry around, the family still prepared a kit for him, and put the blood jade in it so that he can carry it with him.

    Since then, that piece of blood jade has never left his side. Although bad luck will happen one after another occasionally, they are all trivial things that don't hurt or itch. Who doesn't have a headache?  He didn't take things to heart.

    But just a week ago, after the kit containing the blood jade was stolen along with all his personal belongings, bad luck hit him overwhelmingly.

    At first he didn't know why this happened, until he passed by a house and saw a local aboriginal wizard in country m babbling at a house, he remembered that when he was a child, he still lived in his old house in country h  At that time, a strange Feng Shui master came to the house one day.

    After that day, his mother gave him a kit and asked him to keep it with him, and he must not lose it.

    He was only six years old at the time, and he was also curious about what was in the kit. After opening it, he found that it was a smooth stone with blood streaks, so he didn't pay much attention to it.  Later, when he grew up, he realized that it was an expensive and ancient blood jade.

    Thinking that this blood jade has protected him for nearly thirty years, the man regretted losing this stone, which can be called a life-saving talisman.

    Now without the protection of the blood jade, he is like a plague god, bringing disasters wherever he goes, and he may kill people after a long time.

    The thought of causing others to die because of his own bad luck, although not in his subjective will, is also tantamount to dying at his hands, and this is what he can't bear the most.

    There are two paths before him, one is to find something that can replace the blood jade to suppress his bad luck.

    However, he is currently in a foreign country where he is not familiar with the place of life. He cannot speak the language and is penniless. If he stays in one place for too long, he will bring bad luck to others.

    The other way is to give up resistance, either to wait for one day to be killed by one's bad luck, or to end one's life before one's bad luck brings irreparable consequences.

    To end his own lifecould he do it?

    The feeling of falling into the water seemed to climb all over his senses again.  The cold river water soaked his whole body, the silent water waves swallowed his shouts, and the boundless darkness eroded his body.Knowledge.  Death seemed to be approaching slowly, and he was getting further and further away from the water surface, watching himself sinking, sinking, until the heavy eyelids separated him from the only remaining light

    "Your life was saved by me!"

    The girl's slightly sullen voice pierced the darkness in front of him, and the man came back to his senses, still trembling from the memory of drowning.

    The girl in front of her frowned tightly, holding his wrinkled collar tightly with one hand:

    "Please respect the fruits of my labor, Mr. Le!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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