Rainbow Country, Johannesburg.

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Even at high latitudes, Joburg in the midsummer world is still very hot, and summer in the slums is even more difficult. Not only is there no air conditioning, but even the power supply cannot be guaranteed to be sufficient and stable.

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It didn't take long for them to come to the Land of Rainbows, and the Tibetans in the middle of the black were almost completely integrated into the local people's way of life.

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"Uncle Jack, what are you going to eat tonight?" Fatty Alger was very excited when he saw the black Tibetan man walking out of the container room.

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Edwin on the side was also excited, but after more than a month, Edwin, a slum boy, also had a tendency to develop into an Alger body shape.

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There is no other reason. This Uncle Jack's cooking is really delicious, but after a meal, the two children who were still wary immediately joined the camp of the black Tibetans.

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No matter what kind of raw material it is, it can always turn corruption into magic when it comes to Uncle Jack.

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Alger and Edwin also curiously learned Uncle Jack's cooking techniques, but even if it is an intact copy, the taste is far inferior. Even after Uncle Jack's hands, even the ingredients themselves have undergone qualitative changes. of.

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"Eat beef, high protein." An ugly smile appeared on the cold face of the Tibetan Tibetan.

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"marvelous."

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Alger and Edwin clapped their palms against each other, their eyes full of eagerness.

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Little fat Alger's mouth even left tears in desperation.

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"Uncle Jack, we found this thing today." Edwin took out a thick book from behind as if offering a treasure.

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The cover and book have been seriously damaged. It can be seen that the book should be quite old, and the paper fiber style looks very cheap. This is something that I don't know from which waste recycling point to find.

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The young two have become experts in urban survival. Even if they are thrown into a foreign city where the language cannot be spoken, there is a high probability that they can survive well.

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"Oh, what is it about."

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"Magic, about black magic!"

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Alger's quick answer almost choked the Tibetans in the black.

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"The book records powerful magic, which Alger and I managed to deceive and come up with." What Alger said was worth discussing.

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John did not reveal anything about the identity of the Jianhei Tibetans to the two of them, but whether it was the child's intuition or whether the Jianhei Tibetans were too disdainful to hide, the two children firmly believed that the Jianhei Tibetans must possess mysterious power. .

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"Crash." The Tibetan people in Jianhei casually flipped through the pages. The old books looked like modern prints.

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It depicts a mess of symbol formations and explanations in English. It seems that to enhance the credibility of the whole book, some Latin supplements are specially written.

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This kind of thing is very familiar to black Tibetans. After all, he remembered that when he was in high school, the girls seemed to be very keen on constellations and tarot cards. There were also some so-called professional books bought by those who were mentally ill. Open research in the classroom.

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Apart from the fact that the text is not a pseudonym of an island country, the book in his hand looks no different from the liar's book bought by the middle-aged people.

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If you can master extraordinary power by reading this kind of book, then why do you need a lucky guy like him.

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Although the standard of living and life safety have been affected, but being able to break away from the immutable life of a forensic doctor—Jianhei Tibetans will laugh excitedly every time they think of it.

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Putting away this book on the second sickness, the Tibetan people in Jianhei will show their skills when they get into the kitchen. After having an inhuman talent in cooking, the Tibetan people in Jianhei find that they like cooking a little bit. , Just like when I was a child, I decided to become a mage not because of the influence of family tradition, but because I thought that I could just pick up a scalpel and cut it.

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"Mr. Jack, trouble you again."

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Without a few friends, Van der Vaart's life has returned to the way it was before. He goes out to try his luck every day to find a job. If he can really play with his friends, there is indeed a chance to change his life, but thinking about it. Van der Vaart put away the idea after he had sunk several corpses in the river. What he wanted was to change his life now, not in the next life.

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With Mr. Jack, the mysterious Oriental, his good days will surely come early.

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Although Mr. Jack is reclusive, although Mr. Jack is not engaged in production, the family's expenses have greatly increased, but... But Mr. Jack is too powerful, even if you want to drive him away, it is impossible.

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I can only hope that following Mr. Jack, I can become a superior person as soon as possible, and get rid of the life of such a rat person.

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"Uncle Jack, your craftsmanship is so good, if you go to a restaurant, you will definitely make a lot of money!"

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The oriental cooking skills shown by the Tibetans in Jianhei are beyond the knowledge of several people. Although it is impossible to say what kind of bread with sawdust is added in the modern slums, what Arger and the others can usually eat is extremely simple.

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"Recently, the law and order in the suburbs is getting worse and worse." Van der Vaart said worriedly.

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"We also heard that someone is missing?"

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"Wouldn't he be killed, no, I guess his organs were removed."

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The two children do not shy away from this topic. The terrifying topic of organ harvesting is not too new to them, and it is not uncommon for young people who voluntarily sell organs in the slums.

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"Fortunately, we are young, so even if we harvest our organs, we shouldn't be looking for us."

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"John, you have to be careful, you look so weak, maybe you will be the next victim."

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"You two little guys shut up, that's because you haven't seen me when I do it seriously. There are not many people in the entire slum who are my opponents."

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"You guys will be all right." The Tibetan man in Jianhei crossed Erlang's legs and flipped over the books in his hands gently.

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The sun shines on the body of the Tibetan people in Jianhei. He wears glasses and interprets what a gentle beast is.

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Sven is really gentle, and beasts are also real beasts.

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"Uh, ah, thank you Mr. Jack."

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Van der Vaart showed a frightened smile. Mr. Jack said this to reassure himself, but it was a rare thing to get such comfort from Mr. Jack.

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The flattered Van der Vaart seemed to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, and instantly felt that Mr. Jack had become an unprecedented kind person.

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"A magic circle? You can also try it."

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Putting away this second-order magic book printed and produced, the Tibetan people in Jianhei walked to their secret container with the mentality of playing around.

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"Squeak, squeak."

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The container was full of restless squeaks and creaks. Sensing the arrival of the Jianhei Tibetans, the little black bugs in the container immediately quieted down.