Chapter 2555: Rustling Down (50)

Martin was a thin, dark-skinned young man with thick black hair, but almost no eyebrows. His brow ridges were curved, and he had the large eyes and long eyelashes common to Latinos.

As soon as Shiler walked over, he stood up from his chair, revealing a warm smile, and greeted him to look at the so-called Mexican souvenirs he brought from his hometown.

What made Shiler feel a little surprised was that Martin almost didn't have the slightly tired look of the bottom people in Cat Getan, let alone the vigilant look engraved in his bones. His eyes were simply clear, and his smile was also hearty and warm.

No wonder he could mix well, Shiler thought, but he also felt that this person was probably not simple. If he didn't have some special skills, he couldn't mix so well at the bottom of Cat Getan.

Shiler opened his spiritual vision. Sure enough, the things on this stall that he called ancestral relics were all useless small commodities. Only the crystal ball he held in his hand when he read the newspaper before had magic power.

Although Shiler saw it, he didn't say much. There are many weird people in Cat Getan, and he is not the only one.

Shiler smiled and chatted with him. It was clear that Martin followed a principle that every Gothamite at the bottom would follow, which is not to provoke those who look very gentle.

Shiler wore a gray woolen long trench coat and a plaid scarf. Because he wasn't wearing a formal suit, his hair didn't use hair gel, but was simply combed, and was illuminated into brownish-gray by the morning sun, slightly curled, looking very fluffy.

Except for the glasses he wore, the temperament revealed in his gestures also showed that he was not a manual laborer, but a white-collar worker who sat in the office all year round. Judging from his age, he might be an expert or professor.

But ordinary experts and professors wouldn't run here to buy things. Class segregation in the United States is very serious. What class you are in, you move in that range. People in elite middle-class communities won't run to slums to buy things, and people in bottom-level communities won't run to middle-class supermarkets.

Then his purpose for appearing here is very intriguing. According to Martin's experience, the purpose of those hypocritical and gentle upper-class people coming here is to pick victims.

Killing a poor person is much simpler than killing a rich person. Poor people mostly go out on their own to walk to most places. No matter how many dangerous communities they have to pass through, the places they walk don't have so much surveillance, and some are even in the wilderness.

Poor people don't have such dense social networks. Even if they do, they won't maintain them all the time. Everyone doesn't know each other's movements very clearly, and they don't have so much energy to care.

If someone suddenly disappears, his importance to anyone comes from emotion rather than interest, so it is very difficult to cause great pressure on the police, and naturally it is very difficult to solve the case.

"... I'm afraid I have to ask, sir, what are you doing here? Maybe I can introduce you to the composition of the shops here." Martin was still so warm, although he maintained caution far beyond the past, his expression didn't reveal half of it.

"I want to buy some garden soil. My butler went on a business trip, and it happens that I haven't visited the market for a long time. It's quite lively here." Shiler turned his head and looked into the distance. The sun made him narrow his eyes.

"Oh, yes." Martin smiled and said, "This is quite big. If you want to buy gardening supplies, you have to go to Zone J. It's about the same as here, it's a diagonal distance. If your car is parked in the parking lot next to it, then drive there. You just need to go around this road."

Martin pointed the way for Shiler, only hoping that this big trouble would leave quickly. But Shiler's eyes fell on the crystal ball he put on the chair and said, "Is that for sale?"

Martin looked back and saw the crystal ball. He shook his head and said, "No, sir, not for sale. That is my mother's relic."

Shiler stared at him.

"Okay, I won't hide it from you." Seeing that he was exposed, Martin revealed a smile and said, "This is not a blessing prop. It contains the power of a curse, which will bring bad luck to ordinary people. It cannot be sold to you."

"My luck hasn't been very good lately."

"Then I can introduce you to a lucky statue." Martin began to introduce the small commodities behind him again.

Shiler really took a fancy to a small statue, Aztec civilization style, the whole is dark wood, with gold lines outlined by hand, completely different from those assembly line products produced in factories.

"How much is that?" Shiler pointed to the statue he took a fancy to.

"God, you really have a good eye. This is really brought by me from the local area." Martin hurried to take down the small statue and said.

"Where is your hometown?"

"Hometown? Of course, Mexico."

"I know, are you a southerner or a northerner? Or do you come from Guadalajara?"

This time Martin was really stunned. He said, "You can actually distinguish several states in Mexico. This is really rare. Most Americans think that the United States occupies the whole Americas, whether it is Canada or Mexico, they are just small islands on the ocean."

Shiler laughed and said, "I'm not that ignorant. I have a few friends working in Gua State. If you can say the name of your village, maybe I have heard of it."

Martin hesitated for a moment, but still said a Spanish word. Shiler felt a bit familiar. He said, "Is it on the west side of the Vlad Mountains? There is a village near Fernando. There is a large field in the south of the village, which was originally a poppy plantation."

"God, you have really been to my hometown, God." Martin said a series of Spanish in a rapid tone.

Shiler almost didn't know Spanish, but could understand some of the words. He said, "They shouldn't be planting poppies there now, right? I heard it has been changed to planting spring wheat?"

This time Martin was completely stunned there.

He opened his mouth, squeezed the statue in his hand hard, and looked at Shiler up and down again.

In fact, Shiler just grabbed a topic to chat with him. After all, he couldn't just come up and ask him to provide information like a spy. This is not the social way of ordinary people.

But it seems that this Martin has misunderstood a bit, but perhaps he hasn't misunderstood either.

Martin immediately restrained his expression and made a smiling look again, saying, "You are really knowledgeable, sir. To tell you the truth, it is precisely because the situation in my hometown is better that I don't have to take care of my disabled mother and my brother who is always busy with farm work at home, so I can come to the United States to break through."

"When did you come? In the last few years?"

"Two years ago, it happened to catch up with the first wave of publicity of the music festival. Taking this opportunity, I made a lot of money."

Martin's eyes glanced left and right without a trace, and then said, "Sir, if you like this statue, I can give you a discount. In addition, we also provide home delivery service here. You can give me an address, and I will send it to you tonight."

Shiler immediately realized what he was hinting at, so he took out the business card in his pocket. Martin saw Shiler's name and surname, especially the surname. Rodriguez is a common Spanish surname.

"There is one more thing I want to ask you." Shiler said, "I heard at the newsstand over there that you are very open among the Mexicans here. I want to ask you about someone."

As soon as he heard about the newsstand, Martin understood. His eyeballs turned gently and said, "I am so young, how good can I be? I haven't been here for a long time, just standing firm, but I know everyone here. Who are you looking for?"

"I don't have a specific name, but I know there is a tattoo on his back." Shiler took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Martin.

Martin took it and wasn't too surprised. There are many people here who find people based on tattoos or appearance, which can also be considered a custom left over from the gang era. Every area's gangs have different tattoo characteristics. Looking at the tattoo, you basically know where this person comes from.

But seeing that pattern, Martin's pupils shrank.

"Sorry, sir, I feel this is not a local tattoo. I have never seen such a gang tattoo. How about this, I will help you ask in the afternoon. If there is news, I will tell you when I deliver the goods at night."

Shiler nodded, knowing that he might not want to say it here. He said, "Then thank you, how much is this statue?"

"Don't worry." Martin moved quickly to wrap up the statue, then rushed to the lounge chair he just had with a big stride, and also wrapped up the crystal ball that Shiler just took a fancy to under the newspaper.

It's just that he put the slightly larger wooden carving into a box and put it in the back, but put the crystal ball into a handbag and handed it to Shiler and said, "If you really like it, this can of course also be sold to you, but it is best not to open the packaging easily, just put it in the corner of the room."

This made Shiler a little interested. He revealed a playful smile and said, "Didn't you say this will bring bad luck? Do you want to curse me?"

"That's not how it's seen, sir." Martin said glibly, "The energy in every divine object changes with human energy. In different auras, it will present different faces. Some things may bring bad luck in one person's hands, but some will bring him good luck."

"Do you think the aura of this crystal ball matches mine?"

"This is of course, you are his unique owner, but sometimes energy will also affect each other, so you'd better not open its packaging, just wait quietly for the luck it brings you."

Shiler carried the handbag and said nothing. After paying the money, he turned and left, walking towards the road Martin just pointed to.

Martin watched his back, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He walked back to the lounge chair, picked up the newspaper he just read. It was all in Spanish, and the front page headline wrote in a large line—"The anti-government forces in Guadalajara State are retreating steadily, the domestic situation is tending to be stable, and it is moving steadily for the better."

Martin's face became deep. ===== CHAPTER 2556 =====