Chapter 1

In the shade of an overpass in Luoyang, a unkempt young man curled up with dull eyes looking at his dirty hands. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The pedestrians were bustling. For the sake of convenience, most people glanced at him in a hurry, didn't look at him any more, and went on.

A middle-aged woman who looked at the miserable appearance of the young man lost a few coins in front of the young man, but found that she didn't get the gratitude she imagined. She shed tears. She complained a few words of ignorance in her mouth, so she turned and left.

Perhaps the crisp sound of coins touching the ground woke him up, and the young man's eyes began to look up at the endless stream of people in front of him. It seemed that he couldn't believe it.

"Was this ten years ago?"

"It's interesting. It turns out that the things they abandoned are actually this function. Hey, I really want those fools to know and see what their expressions are."

The young man seemed to have a big snack. He was not too surprised when he was reborn. Instead, he laughed as if no one else was there, causing more white eyes and shaking his head, speeding up the pace, and seemed unwilling to stay around the young man for another second.

After laughing wildly for several times, the young man gradually calmed down, and his eyes were horribly silent, like a changed person.

He quietly looked at the electronic clock whose numbers were beating on the opposite wall and whispered in an imperceptible voice, "18:29, there's still an hour and 37 minutes."

The young man was calculating rapidly in his mind. Suddenly, there was a trace of violence in his dull eyes, and his tone was cold, "that thing should be a bug of blissful, otherwise it would be impossible to break his rules of the game.

It turns out that the strength is not enough. I'm not qualified to touch that level at all. This time, I want to see what the poor bastard hiding behind the rules is. "

Zhang Mu's expression was ferocious at this time, but he knew that there was not much time left for him. Now is not the time for resentment.

In the surprised eyes of others, Zhang Mu suddenly got up and looked around.

He is 1.83 meters tall, some slovenly, and his face is slightly haggard. There are still some scabby scars on his bare arms and legs. He is very decadent in appearance alone.

But his body was straight, his sharp and divine eyes burst out, and his whole temperament took on a new look, which seemed out of place in the numb crowd.

Strong computing power and the most secure schemes set one by one are the capital for Zhang Mu to get up as an ordinary person in future generations.

In just a few minutes, a simple schedule took shape after Zhang Mu's brain was deduced dozens of times.

Hot weapons will become a piece of scrap iron at the moment of the era, and cold weapons will be the king at that time.

As for where to get cold weapons, he remembered the location of a famous handmade tool shop in later generations, which was not far from his current location.

The first step in the plan is to get weapons.

But not to mention him now, even Zhang Mu of later generations dare not deal with the crisis after the end of the world with his bare hands. What can be used and obtained now can only be hand-made knives.

In this world, even a handmade knife that can only be used as an ornamental has a high price, which makes many people flinch.

Although the handmade knife shop that Zhang Mu knows is not well managed, the position is biased again and again, and the price is also reduced again and again, even if it is cheaper, it will cost.

How do you get the money? To tell you an ugly story, he doesn't have a good pocket in his current outfit.

by the way!

Zhang Mu patted his forehead and a strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Ten years ago, I was a disciple of thieves. I just graduated from school and went out to have a meal. To put it bluntly, he is a real pickpocket. He is still thinking about how to get money quickly.

However, there are rules for stealing. They steal corrupt officials, local ruffians, hooligans, unscrupulous businessmen and villains, do not steal students, women and children, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and people whose life is not easy.

But Zhang Mu doesn't have a chance to contact those people who are rich and unkind. What he usually sees are small people at the bottom. No one has a difficult Scripture. It's not easy to steal anyone.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Mu's only idea of making a move when he first graduated from the school is slowly fading. Therefore, Zhang Mu has no choice but to come out for a month since his master's death.

Zhang Mu leaned against the column and kept glancing at the new crowd coming up from both ends of the overpass.

At this time, a bloated bald man slowly came up from the other end of the overpass, wearing a super large windbreaker that was very inconsistent with his body shape. The sun was not big, but he was wearing sunglasses full of local tyrants. The gold necklace around his neck set off his temperament incisively and vividly.

Yes, it's him.

Once reborn, the luck also became bursting. Although we can't judge people by their appearance, we're sorry, man. The old and weak women and children all over the street look more valuable. Brother, I have borrowed some flowers for urgent affairs. I will pay you back when I have a chance.

Zhang Mu apologized to the bald fat man in his heart, squeezed into the crowd, bowed his head and walked up.

I found a beggar like man dressed in sloppy clothes and with an inexplicable smell. People nearby always subconsciously want to avoid it. But it happened that this time was the off-duty time. The crowd was very crowded. They wanted to make an effort outside. On the contrary, their strength was bounced back by the crowd. They got close to Zhang Mu again and pushed him out.

Zhang Mu seems to be innocently crowded by the crowd and has no resistance, but he secretly moves his position and gets closer and closer to the target.

Finally, close.

Zhang Mu's body quietly pushed out, and the crowd immediately responded to him, pushing him quickly towards the bald man like a spring.

"Who, what squeeze?"

"Yes, it's not big and crowded."

The crowd immediately heard the voice of discontent. Zhang Mu was like an innocent victim close to the bald man. His hands were like leaning on the man's coat to resist the power from the crowd, but he didn't exert any force at all. People in other directions don't have so many scruples. They directly hit the bald man.

Sure enough, the bald man frowned slightly, raised his right hand, and easily blocked a thin young man who rushed towards him.

At the moment when the bald man lifted his right arm and glanced to the right, Zhang Mu moved. One right hand seemed to slide into the inner side of the big windbreaker like a swimming fish into the sea. As soon as his fingertip gently touched the bottom of the inner pocket, the wallet inside was picked out. Then he picked up against the lower end of the wallet, clamped the upper end of the picked wallet with the belly of his index finger and middle finger, and withdrew.

Everything was completed in an instant of the electro-optic flint, completely imperceptible.

"I haven't done this job for a long time. It's really hard."

Although it had been exaggerated, Zhang Mu whispered softly, but he was still dissatisfied. There was still a slight astringency in his movements one after another. Although I'm still myself, I'm still not familiar with my body just back ten years ago.

Feeling the crocodile leather feeling of the close combination of the pattern in the cuff and the inner texture of the leather, Zhang Mu still walked forward without expression, but there was a ripple in his heart. The experience of businessmen in the next ten years made him suddenly recognize that it was the skin on the abdomen of a first-class alligator and bulging.

"Oh, the fat man has some goods in his pocket! The fish he caught for the first time is so big. That should be enough and save me from looking for the next target."

Zhang Muxin contentedly adjusted his direction deliberately along the crowd and walked farther and farther. When his figure completely disappeared on the overpass, the bald man slowly turned his head and looked at the direction of Zhang dusk, with an inexplicable smile on his mouth.

"It's an old thief's skill. I really didn't react if the boy's skill wasn't a little poor. I last saw it ten years ago and thought it was lost."

"Ge Laozi, Laozi looks like the scum in the third thief? For the sake of your teachers and parents, I'll lend you some money this time."

"But I remember you."