Because of the black grass, he had gained a large amount of profit, and now he had to pay a huge price for the black grass?
Lu Xin fell into deep thought after hearing han Bing's speculation.
He suddenly found it very interesting.
Of course, the pollution of insomnia in Black Swamp city had caused a terrible phenomenon in the city. Almost everyone who had lost sleep had a kind of pitiable haggardness and fatigue, but when one thought about the cause of such insomnia, it did not seem to be worthy of sympathy.
Of course, there were many people in this city who deserved sympathy.
Whether it was the hot-tempered front desk girl who would go upstairs alone to collect the tenant's body when no one was around, or the junior high school girl who relied on singing to take care of her brother at a young age, they were both worthy of sympathy.
And in this city, there must be many more innocent people like them who were involved.
