After packing up his clothes, Turing was preparing to go to the motorcycle store at the "Raging Wind Gang" station near his home. He still remembered that there was a black leather jacket owner with a unique accent there.

When he arrived at the living room, Turing's feet became soft.

It’s not that my legs are weak, but that I feel like I’m stepping on something very soft, and the touch from the bottom of the slippers is a bit wonderful.

Turing's mind unconsciously showed soft soil and some secret burger that could emit a strange smell.

When he looked up again, the big fox broke free from the rope tied to the kennel at some point and lay at the door of the floor-to-ceiling window with a smile on his face.

Then he picked up his feet from the ground.

A dark object with a mosaic in his eyes lay quietly on the ground.

For some reason, Turing stared at the lump on the ground blankly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

It was not until after thinking for a second that Turing realized what he had stepped on, and his expression suddenly became dark.

The open phantom limb took the tool and shoveled it away, then locked the fox back into the backyard.

Throw away the slippers directly, Turing quickly walked out.

He began to feel that from the moment he woke up, something seemed to be wrong.

Since the action was tonight, Turing did not bring his suitcase or prepare anything, and walked towards the Fengfeng Gang station empty-handed.

As soon as he walked out of the yard, Turing heard Andrew's voice.

A tall and thin boy in a school uniform stood in front of Andrew, lowering his head and saying nothing. Andrew sat in a wheelchair and scolded the boy loudly in Mickton Commonwealth's common English.

What is this routine? Tutoring at my doorstep?

It was a men's school uniform with stripes and badges on his chest, and a striped plaid pants on the lower body. The boy was carrying a backpack, and there was a trendy hanging that was very popular among students on the backpack, a pink flat rubber doll, round and wearing red shoes.

Turing vaguely remembers that this kind of schoolbag decoration was very popular in life in high school.

The boy is Andrew's son. Turing had seen Andrew pick him up in a wheelchair during surveillance.

But at this moment, the boy was covered in all kinds of stains, his face was blue and purple, and he looked like he had been beaten up.

Andrew seemed to be cursing fiercely. At this moment, he found Turing coming out and immediately closed his mouth and stopped scolding his son.

He greeted Turing with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, my neighbor."

Listening to Andrew's slightly stiff spoken language, Turing politely greeted him and reminded him:

"Mr. Andrew, although he had no intention of getting involved in your family affairs, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Andrew began to apologize at the top of his voice:

"Ah, sorry, I'll take him back now... What do you think of a stinky brat? You know how to fight all day long? Ah? Let's go!"

Of course, the next half of his sentence was said in English.

Facing this disabled father, his son had no temper. He glanced at Turing's clean and tidy clothes and fair face, and then saw the considerable decoration inside through the windows of the house. A hint of enviousness flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his father paddling his wheelchair towards the front, the curly boy gritted his teeth, turned his head suddenly, and ran towards the alley next to the Turing mansion.

"Hey!? You guys?!"

Andrew, who noticed the footsteps, turned halfway around, saw his boy's back and screamed in anger, hammered his legs hard, and wanted to stand up and grab him, and immediately looked at Turing who was asking for help.

However, as early as Andrew apologized, Turing had already shook his head and said it was OK, and turned around and walked away.

He doesn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs too much.

After running into the alley, the curly-haired boy saw that his father had not caught up with him, so he let out a long sigh, then looked around, and finally locked his eyes to the backyard of Turing's house, and his eyes were stunned.

There was a huge fox there, with four dog leashes tied around his neck, and he lay on the ground with a grievance and squinted his eyes.

The curly-haired boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

On the street, Turing didn't care about the scene just now, and quickly walked to the motorcycle shop of the Qianfeng Gang, and saw the boss of the leather vest smoking an electronic cigarette again.

Wearing a headscarf and wearing a leather vest, she leaned against the store with her tattooed shirt, looking idle and looking at passers-by on the street.

"Oh, my guy's juice, the oysters are gone!"

When he saw Turing coming, the boss with a headscarf greeted him enthusiastically, obviously he still remembered him.

And he found that Turing came straight towards his store.

But the accent is still the same weird.

"I want to buy a car, the price doesn't have to be too high, it's enough to carry it."

"Wow? Then you're right."

The boss of the leather vest took a long sip of the electronic cigarette in his mouth. Turing saw the LED light on it illuminate quickly, and then slowly dimmed.

"Come with me."

He waved to Turing and walked in with great strides.

After following the leather vest into the store, Turing was able to see the full picture of the store.

This is the internal space connected by two stores. A counter made of iron is placed next to the gate, with a string of letters splicing out with various light strips, and the lights flashed in broad daylight.

The top of the space is full of decorative candles, connected to long wires, and electricity is generated inside, giving a feeling of church rituals.

Behind the counter is a wine cabinet with a variety of wine bottles on it. However, they are all old bottles used for decoration after drinking. Some bottles are even riveted with leather decorative rings. In addition, some punk skulls are placed on it.

A young man with a horse's head was making a phone call, speaking arrogantly, but Turing couldn't quite understand the other person's language.

The cool modified motorcycles Turing saw before were parked behind the window walls, emitting a rough and wild smell.

Heavy metal and men's romance?

This sentence suddenly popped up in Turing's mind.

The Pikachu yellow motorcycle has been removed and replaced with another blue Harley. The metal decorations on it are all in the shape of demon worship, goat horns, skulls, and electroplated patterns.

In order to show this Harley, the owner also set up a magic circle for him underground, with electric flames placed around him, which looked very cool.

"Did you like this one?"

The leather vest spitted smoke, accompanied by a strange sweet smell of e-cigarettes, and then gently patted the Harley's ass.

"Just take a look. Let me introduce you to the scooter."

Turing doesn't know about cars. Although the appearance is great, he knows that this kind of car is generally expensive and his purpose is just a scooter.

As for the coolness, the omnipotent phantom limbs grow on your back, what shape can't be done?

But for some reason, when observing the motorcycle, Turing had an instinctive inability to move his eyes, which was a bit similar to the feeling of being inexplicably paying attention to the hair falling from his head when he woke up this morning and was inexplicably paying attention to the hair falling from his head.

"This is simple, come on, let me introduce you to the new models in our store."

The leather vest waved at Turing again, and then Turing moved his eyes away from the motorcycle and followed the leather vest into a door that was one and a half tall.

"Hermes small electric car, the best scooter sold in the area!"

Seeing the headscarf boss letting his sights, revealing a bunch of colorful little lambs inside, Turing twitched the corners of his mouth.

It was dark and windy at night. The gray fox rode his beloved little sheep, with eight phantom limbs stretched out on his back, and entered the gangster base under the chemical fibers...

Turing, who suddenly had such a picture popped up in his mind, shook his head gently.

"Don't be that...a little more cartoonish?"

Turing carefully uses words.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be too expensive."

"Don't like it?" The vest boss looked up and down Turing.

Black hair is slightly curly, beautiful face, and an oriental.

Isn't this the best suit for little lambs?

Then, the boss took Turing around and looked at various motorcycles, motorcycles, modified cars, and even sports cars behind.

"Three hundred thousand." Locomotive.

"Six hundred thousand." modified car.

"One million and eight hundred thousand." Sports car

"8600." Little sheep.

Turing shook his head again.

The boss was also a little impatient with Turing's pickyness.

"Okay, I don't want something too expensive, and I don't want something too 'cartoon', right? Thorny!!"

The boss's last sentence was the horseback guy at the howling counter.

The young man walked to the two of them with a step:

"What's wrong?"

The leather vest waved:
Chapter completed!