Chapter 3

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Due to historical problems, for a long time, Kowloon Walled City was a “three-nothing” zone that China, Britain, and Hong Kong did not care about. It was dominated by gangs for a long time, and pornography, gambling and drugs were rampant, making this area of less than three hectares become As synonymous with poverty and crime in the special era, until the establishment of the ICAC in 1974, even the police would not come in the walled city.

In reality, the Kowloon Walled City had been demolished to build a park in 1993, and Qiao Wen had never seen this famous slum with his own eyes. But the legend about it has been circulated for a long time in later generations, and it has become a source of inspiration for many artists, and even became a holy place for cyberpunk lovers.

At this time, a plane from Kai Tak Airport rumbling past from the top of the tenement building next to it, casting a large shadow.

Qiao Wen remembered how William Gibson, the father of cyberpunk, described it-“The walled city stands at the end of a runway, waiting to be cleared. It has always been the home of butchers, unlicensed dentists and drug dealers…those chaotic windows are like The Nest of Dreams, they seem to have absorbed all the crazy vitality of Kai Tak Airport. They **** energy like a black hole.”

This is a city within a city that has inspired countless creators, but there is a fundamental difference between literary and artistic creation and real life.

At this moment, even adventurers like Qiao Wen felt the depression and anxiety that could not be dispelled.

After all, he was born under the red flag and grew up under the red flag. He was from a good family and had never suffered materially. His adventures were all about deserts and jungles, and he had never penetrated into a real slum.

And now, not only did he go deep, he was also one of them.

It can be said to be very…exciting.

He calculated in his mind that it is 1972, the last two years before the police stationed in the walled city, which means that it is still the darkest time of the Kowloon Walled City.

Fortunately, he not only inherited the memory of the original body, but also knew a little about the plot of the original book, so he would not panic just because he appeared in such a place.

As his head was turning around, the Haozi on the side suddenly reminded him: “By the way, Awen, you are awake now. I have concluded that you may not be able to do so, my brother and I dare not tell grandma, only that you are here to treat the disease and cannot see the wind, so she will not come to see you for the time being.”

Qiao Wen just remembered that the original body was an orphan, and grew up dependent on his grandmother since childhood. My grandmother opened a stall selling dry goods to talk about life. It was not easy to pull the diseased seedlings of the original body into a big place. Originally, Xiao Qiaowen was considered to be upright, not like most of the children in the city. The school’s grades are very good. I just graduated from Form 5 this year. However, due to financial reasons, I didn’t go to the university and planned to find a decent job to support my family.

He didn’t know that he fell ill before submitting his resume, and when he woke up, he became the current Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen thought about it, and said: “Howard, I want to go outside the walled city to get some air. Go and tell my grandmother that I’m fine. Let her rest assured. It’s about to close now. You can help her by the way. Collect it.”

Hao Zai said: “Are you going out alone? Then how can I rest assured, what if you faint on the road and no one cares?”

Qiao Wen turned his head to look at him, squeezed a smile at him, patted his shoulder and said: “I’m fine, don’t worry, you are taking care of me every day for the past two days, and you are tired. File, go back and rest early.”

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