I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 356 The Power of Misfortune

"Woo~"

The cold wind howled through the streets.

Zhang Hehua couldn't help but tremble a few times, and a little snot ran down her nose.

She didn't have any cold-proof clothing, only a simple cold-proof vest, which was much less effective than cold-proof clothing.

This was the "benefit" of her being hired as a snow removal worker in the capital's Shiroishi Castle.

The Shiroishi City Hall has made it mandatory for all snowplow workers to purchase cold-resistant work clothes, which cost up to 2400 Canadian dollars.

As far as she knew, the cold-resistant clothing imported by the Federation from Daxia was only sold for 1600 Canadian dollars.

This is simply huge profit!
What’s even more outrageous is that everyone is forced to buy cold-resistant vests in 12 installments.

The city hall said that buying work clothes in installments would be less stressful, as all you have to pay is 200 CAD in interest in addition to the 36 CAD principal each month.

This method is so Gamenian!
Anyone who is not a fool can understand that the city hall's purpose is obviously to make more money.

Many Jamenians could not figure out how high the interest rate was, but Zhang Hehua was from Daxia and had received higher education, so she knew how to calculate it.

Zhang Hehua found an interest rate calculator and the calculation results showed that the nominal annual interest rate was only 18%, but the actual annual interest rate was as high as 33.23%.

Every time she thought that the people of Daxia spent 50 Daxia yuan, which was equivalent to 1 Jameini yuan at the exchange rate of 1.6:80, to buy a piece of cold-resistant clothing, she wanted to curse the Jameini people.

It's so dark!

At this time.

The mysterious man's voice rang in Zhang Hehua's ears.

"Your body temperature is a bit low. You are expected to be in danger of hypothermia in half an hour. You'd better find a warm place."

Zhang Hehua shuddered again: "Sir, I don't know where to go."

She then explained: "You should know that I owe a loan shark to the gang. I dare not go home or go to the snow-clearing company, otherwise those scum will definitely find me."

A few seconds passed.

The mysterious man suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of dead people?"

Zhang Hehua was shocked at first, then shook her head and said, "The living are much scarier than the dead. The gangsters will take me first and then sell me off. At least the dead won't do that."

The mysterious man said calmly: "Follow my guidance."

Zhang Hehua nodded: "Okay."

Twenty minutes later.

When Zhang Hehua could hardly feel her feet, she walked in front of a house.

She looked around in confusion.

Because this is a typical middle- to high-end residential area, most of the residents here are white people, and it is also an area that the police station pays special attention to.

An outsider like her, who has yellow skin and is obviously poor, will be the focus of attention when entering here and can easily get into trouble.

"The one on the right, open the door."

The mysterious man's voice sounded again.

Zhang Hehua hesitated for a moment, then followed the instructions and walked to the front of the house.

She glanced at the door, not daring to open it: "Sir, this is a security door."

Since the advent of the natural disaster era, the public security in the entire federation has not been very good, and the capital White Stone City is no exception, so almost all the houses in this area have replaced their doors with sturdy security doors.

If you use tools to force the lock open or break down the door violently, a shrill alarm will sound.

The voice was calm: "It's okay, just drive it."

Zhang Hehua plucked up her courage and reached out to grab the door handle.

The moment she touched it.

"Crack!"

The door unlocked automatically.

Zhang Hehua was stunned for a moment, then pushed open the heavy door with a look of surprise.

A burst of heat suddenly came out.

This long-lost feeling of warmth made her, who had been outdoors for a long time, couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

Zhang Hehua entered the house and closed the security door.

She looked around the furnishings in the living room and found that it looked very much like a scene from an old movie, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Many years ago, when she was still in school, she watched a Gameni movie and developed a deep yearning for the land opposite the Canglan Star.

She recalled the nights of hard study. As a small town test-taker, this was her only way to change her fate.

She remembered that she had been admitted to university. Although it was only a moderately famous school in Daxia, it was the first time she saw hope of realizing her dream.

She also recalled that in her senior year, in order to get a place in graduate school, she hooked up with a married man.

She stayed with Mr. Jiaoshou for several years, and finally used some threats to successfully get the opportunity to study abroad.

She still remembered that when she placed a USB flash drive containing the video in front of Mr. Jiaoshou, his face instantly turned ashen.

Through this incident, she summed up two important life experiences.

First one: The body can sometimes be a powerful weapon.

Second rule - Sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to succeed.

Later, when she came to the Gameni Federation, she dumped her boyfriend and hooked up with an old white man.

His name is Old Sam.

The furnishings in Old Sam's living room are very similar to this room.

The first time she walked into Old Sam's house, she deliberately provoked Old Sam and had sex with him in the living room.

At that moment she felt that her dream of so many years had finally come true.

but.

Why did I work so hard but things turned out like this, and I am not even doing as well as an ordinary high school classmate?
Zhang Hehua was completely confused.

at this time.

The mysterious man's faint voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"The ups and downs of the fate of small people are closely intertwined with the direction of the evolution of the great era.

"What you call hard work is going against the trend of the times. In the end, it's just a drowning struggle."

Zhang Hehua smiled bitterly: "Yes, you are right."

From walking into old Sam's living room openly to entering this living room like a thief, she realized that she had gone around in circles in the past ten years and had never moved forward a single step, but instead had been moving backwards.

Although that female high school classmate was just living a routine life, she kept up with the trend of the times and lived a much better life than her without much effort.

Zhang Hehua couldn't help but ask, "Ten years ago, the Jamenian Federation was so far ahead of Daxia. Why is the trend of the times in Daxia?"

She really couldn't understand.

The mysterious man replied: "The trend of the times is just a metaphor. Its essence is the hard work of countless small people. Their power gathered together is the trend of the times."

Zhang Hehua was silent.

The mysterious man's next words were full of sarcasm: "Sleeping with others is not hard work for you. On the contrary, this behavior cuts off many better possibilities in your life."

Zhang Hehua looked embarrassed.

The mysterious man continued, "There is food and drink here, and it is safe. You can rest here for a day, but you must do one thing first."

Zhang Hehua asked, "What's the matter?"

The mysterious man said: "There is a body lying in the bedroom on the right. There is a watch on her wrist. You need to open the dial and press a red button.

"You have to repeat it at 9 a.m. and 9 p.m., or you'll be in big trouble."

Listening to these inexplicable words, Zhang Hehua always felt as if she was involved in big trouble.

But she had already boarded the pirate ship and could not turn back, so she could only respond, "I understand."

The mysterious man's voice did not appear again.

Zhang Hehua gritted her teeth, walked towards the room on the right, and opened the door.

A corpse lying on the carpet, in a prone position with its face facing the bed, immediately caught her eye.

It can be seen that this is an old woman.

The old woman was wearing a gray pajamas, with her right arm exposed, and there were faint ice-blue patterns on the surface of her skin.

Zhang Hehua only took a glance and whispered, "Did he die of night cold syndrome?"

She immediately pictured the old woman's death in her mind.

While sleeping, night sickness suddenly struck and breathing became difficult. The old woman struggled to get the mobile phone next to her to call for help.

But the old woman didn't do it in the end. Instead, she rolled off the bed and died of cardiac arrest.

Zhang Hehua took a deep breath and walked carefully to the body, intending to pull up the clothes on the left arm of the corpse.

at this time.

The corpse suddenly moved.

"Ah~"

Zhang Hehua let out the loudest scream of her life, then fell backwards with her head tilted back, landing heavily on the carpet.

She got up in horror and rushed out of the bedroom in a panic.

A little water stain dripped along the carpet to the door and extended into the living room.

She was frightened to death.

After a while.

Zhang Hehua found some changing clothes in another room before she mustered up the courage to walk to the bedroom door and take a look inside.

The old woman was still lying on the ground, her head turned, her eyes full of pleading, and her mouth still moving slightly.

It turned out that the old woman was not dead, she just had one breath left.

Zhang Hehua couldn't hear what the old woman was saying, but she could guess that it was just something like "help".

She stared at the old woman, and a thought popped into her mind: "Should I call the police to save her?"

The old woman could hold on for so long, which means her symptoms are not serious, but she just can’t hold on because of her old age.

If the patient is sent to the hospital in time, there is a high chance that he will survive.

But Zhang Hehua immediately rejected this idea: "No, I can't call the police!" If she did that, the police station would definitely investigate her, which would only bring trouble to herself.

She looked down at the conspicuous urine stain on the carpet again, her eyes became sinister, and she stood at the door, staring at the old woman coldly.

Zhang Hehua originally wanted to wait for the old woman to die, but after waiting for several minutes, her mouth was still moving from time to time.

She hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind: "Old man, I'll give you a ride."

She found a towel from the bathroom and covered the old woman's face tightly in front of her horrified eyes.

The old woman had no strength to struggle and could only gasp desperately, trying to breathe some air.

But it was a futile effort.

A minute passed.

Zhang Hehua let go of her hand.

The old woman had stopped breathing.

She didn't remove the towel because she was a little afraid to see the other person's face.

She squatted down again, pulled up the sleeve of the other person's left hand, and immediately saw a black watch.

This is apparently what the mysterious man was talking about.

Zhang Hehua studied it for a while and finally opened the dial. There were three tiny buttons inside, in four colors: red, yellow, blue and green.

Apart from this, there are no other text prompts, and people who are not aware of the situation can easily press the wrong button.

She stretched out her little finger and carefully pressed the red button on the left.

"drop!"

A soft sound.

An electronic voice then sounded: "Good morning, Ms. Kalia!"

The old woman who was suffocated to death by the towel was obviously Ms. Kalia.

Zhang Hehua closed the dial, her face uncertain: "What on earth does this Ms. Kalia do?"

She had a hunch that Ms. Kalia was most likely an employee of the Federal Intelligence Department.

The dial is supposed to be a validator, with clerks receiving daily reminders to press one of four colored buttons, once in the morning and once in the evening.

If the button is pressed incorrectly or not pressed at all, the superior will judge that there is something wrong with the employee.

Zhang Hehua smiled bitterly, and a thought in her mind became clearer and clearer: "I seem to be involved in a big conspiracy."

She replayed it in her mind, feeling a strong fear of the mysterious man's terrifying mind.

The other party just said a few words, and then led her step by step onto a single-plank bridge over an abyss. The slightest mistake would lead to eternal damnation.

Only now did she realize what had happened, but there was no turning back.

Zhang Hehua shook her head, forcing herself not to think about those troubles: "Forget it, let's go find something to eat."

She took the watch and closed the bedroom door.

"Oh!"

The bedroom was sealed off.

five minutes later.

When Zhang Hehua found a lot of food in the house, she was filled with joy.

Ms. Kalia lay motionless on the ground, with only her little finger moving slightly.

The strange light blue patterns on the corpse's surface had obviously deepened a lot compared to when she had just died.

This is definitely not a good sign.

*
the other side.

Yang Fan transformed into "Jack" and still played the role of a nanny.

He turned his head to look at the little girl Tracy who was playing with toys seriously, and called out, "Little guy, let's go outside and play for a while."

Tracy responded cheerfully, "Okay, Mr. Magician!"

Her mother Grace thought it was too cold outside and was worried that her daughter would catch a cold due to her weak constitution, so she opposed her daughter going outside to play.

Yang Fan used only a very simple trick to resolve Grace's worries.

That is ginger soup.

Every day he would take Tracy out for a twenty-minute walk, and when they came back he would make her a bowl of ginger soup. Tracy had never caught a cold because of this.

In a dream.

After the rise of Xia medicine, the traditional medicine of Daxia, Ma's Qi and Luo theory founded by Ma Youde began to become popular in the world.

According to this theory, the heat contained in ginger soup can replenish the energy of certain qi channels, thereby effectively eliminating the cold air that invades the human body.

This ordinary bowl of ginger soup has saved countless lives during the cold wave disaster and the subsequent low temperatures that lasted for more than half a century.

soon.

The two of them wrapped themselves tightly and left the house together.

The stroll route Yang Fan planned for today was to walk around the small street park not far away.

Since she only had one chance to go out every day, Tracy was very excited.

The little girl sometimes grabbed a handful of snow, made snowballs and threw them far away, and sometimes jumped around on one foot in the shallow snow, looking very lively.

Yang Fan followed behind, looking at the girl with a smile.

Soon.

The two turned an intersection.

Tracy was still bouncing along in front.

Yang Fan frowned slightly.

He keenly sensed that a gaze filled with strong malice was shooting out from an apartment building dozens of meters away, following Tracy closely.

He instantly realized that the girl was being targeted.

Tracy would appear nearby at a fixed time every day, so it was not difficult for anyone to notice this.

Yang Fan muttered secretly: "Is it another human trafficking group?"

He had been in the Gameni Federation for so long that he knew very well how rampant human trafficking was in the Federation.

Because the top leadership of the federation has been corrupted as a whole, and for many reasons, the federation has been cracking down on human trafficking on the surface, but has been intentionally or unintentionally condoning it in private.

Whenever a case with a bad impact occurs, a few small fry are caught to take the blame, while the core members of the human trafficking gang remain unharmed.

Yang Fan glanced at the apartment, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He immediately made a decision in his mind: "Why not make things bigger tomorrow and involve the human trafficking gang as well."

Yang Fan moved his right hand, and the Moon Rock quietly appeared in the palm of his hand, trembling slightly.

In an apartment building in the distance.

An old black man held a telescope in both hands and observed Tracy without blinking, thinking about how to kidnap the little girl tomorrow.

The higher-ups sent another list of needs, which included one hundred children aged 5 to 10.

The moment the old black man saw the list, he immediately thought of the young girl who strolled around the neighborhood every day.

A few seconds passed.

The little girl turned another intersection and disappeared.

Lao Hei put down the telescope and muttered, "I wonder if they plan to use children for experiments, or if some big shot has a special hobby."

The voice just fell.

Lao Hei suddenly felt his nose itchy.

He stretched out his hand to rub it, but before he got halfway there, he couldn't help but sneeze very loudly.

"Ah!"

Due to the huge movement, his body suddenly leaned forward.

Lao Hei's half-extended right hand accidentally hit the glass.

There was a sharp dagger placed on the cup, and the dagger was also touched at this time.

"boom!"

The glass fell over.

The dagger flipped in the air a circle and a half, and happened to fall into an open gun box.

The end of the dagger was stuck between the gun barrel and the wall of the box, standing up directly, with the tip of the dagger pointing upwards.

at the same time.

Lao Hei continued to bend forward, his upper body almost level with the table.

His throat was just right for the tip of the dagger, which pierced his throat with a "pop" and cut off the carotid artery with incredible accuracy.

Blood immediately spurted out like a fountain.

Lao Hei felt a sharp pain and subconsciously covered the wound with his hand, with a hoarse sound coming from his throat.

Due to excessive and rapid blood loss, the brain soon suffered from a lack of blood supply and his consciousness began to blur rapidly.

Lao Hei's body shook a few times, then fell down at an angle and hit the floor hard.

"boom!"

There was a loud muffled sound.

Another black man heard the noise and came over to check. He saw the blood all over the floor and was immediately scared.

"Fuck, Victor, what happened to you? Someone come quickly..."

*
Next to the park.

Yang Fan put away the Moon Rock and sighed in his heart: "The power of misfortune is much stronger than I expected."

Just now, he used the power of Moon Rock to suppress Lao Hei's fortune to the limit, but Lao Hei turned around and "committed suicide".

This is much more difficult than having two black men crushed to death by a truck.

After all, the weight of the truck is there, and it is not difficult to kill passers-by if it loses control a little.

(End of this chapter)