[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

Foreign correspondent, in the nineteenth century, was an interesting profession.

Due to the innovation of printing technology and the cheapness of paper, the circulation of newspapers and magazines has risen sharply. In order to enrich the content of newspapers and magazines and attract readers' attention, newspapers and magazines often send reporters to foreign countries to record and collect materials.

However, due to the high cost of maintaining a foreign correspondent, newspapers prefer another way -

False news.

It was a means of journalism that emerged under the unique conditions of development of the nineteenth century.

These so-called "foreign correspondents" living in foreign countries are not so much journalists as realistic novelists.

Much of the news that comes from outside the country of origin is born of one circumstance: pretense.

Picking up news, names, images, people and articles already seen in similar circumstances, fabricating details and people, taking care to use familiar images, stereotypical descriptions and about some well-known facts and dressing them up as if I am a resident of that country myself...and make the reader believe it.

That's what "foreign correspondents" do.

Of course, this kind of content that only people in the industry will know will naturally not be known to everyone.

Therefore, even though he was skeptical, the poor priest still chose to believe in the face of money.

The reason...

Well, Naker believes that his fists are no worse than before...

Of course, Hu Erdao didn't know what kind of violent thoughts this muscular young priest with the bridge of his nose and tape on his head was thinking about. He had just finished taking notes when he saw through the glass window not far under the gas lamp, a man in a white hunting robe approached. man holding flute.

Come on the moon.

"Hello," he said in Italian, which is quite fluent for Easterners, "I came from Japan in the rainy month of the next dynasty, and I want to ask if there is a place to live near here."

He speaks elegantly, with a smile that reads poetry and books.

"Are you a member of the embassy that visited Italy not long ago?"

Hu Erdao listened quietly.

Zhao Li Yuyue nodded, and then smiled a little embarrassedly, "I am separated from them for the time being, and I want to come and see this country for myself."

——This country, which was reunified a few years ago and gradually gained momentum of development.

"Are you an Onmyoji?"

"Family background." Chaoli Yuyue didn't say anything more. If he was so inquisitive about strangers in this country, no one would care to answer, but the Japanese have always been reserved, and they didn't express their dissatisfaction when they were questioned.

What's more, Zhao Li Yuyue has seen enough of the undisguised arrogance and contempt in the eyes of those so-called entertainers from several countries.

A small country, a wild island... Maybe this is how people from these countries think about their homeland.

It was because of being impatient with these gazes and feeling uncomfortable that Chaoli Yuyue left the embassy, ​​intending to see the superiority of these superior countries with her own eyes.

"I've lived there for a long time," Hu Erdao secretly said with an indissoluble bond between many worlds, and changed his brows into Japanese, "It's a very beautiful country, and... there are all kinds of people."

"It's a completely different place from Europe."

"Is Kayei living in Kanagawa six years later?"

Zhao Li Yuyue smiled lightly.

"Well, the Kanagawa you mentioned, I stayed there for almost a year," Hu Erdao said, "At that time, it was in a town called Bingsheng."

Kanagawa, northwest of Edo Bay, in the world before Hu Erdao, it has a more familiar name——

Yokohama.

In the "Black Ship Incident" in 1853, the American fleet sailed into Edo Bay, opening the door for Japan to connect with the world.

Since then, other countries have followed suit.

Local people finally have a strong desire for reform.

"Bingsheng?" Chaoli Yuyue thought for a moment, making sure that she had never heard of this place name.

"Well, in the future." Hu Erdao smiled casually.

"That's it." Zhao Li Yuyue's expression remained unchanged, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with what the young man in front of her said.

"Excuse me, do you know anything about this place? I want to ask you to be my tour guide."

"Here?" Hu Erdao turned around and looked at the road with almost no pedestrians, "Do you mean... those families?"

Mafia family.

People in Sicily are not keen to go out at night, because the dark night covers all evils, and dark things are happening slowly.

For the sake of the lives of myself and my family, it can be said that the doors of every house will be tightly closed at night.

...Of course, this is for civilians.

The poor who can't live any worse will not care about this.

Or rather, they too were part of these dangerous nights.

"Don't pick up things on the road, don't close your house at night, it's only half and half in Sicily."

Hu Erdao raised his eyebrows, and his tone was half ironic and half emotional, "Don't pick up things that fall on the ground, and try not to go out at night... These are the survival wisdom of the Sicilian people."

"Oh, by the way, let's forget what the tour guide says," Hu Erdao refused, "Speaking of which, I have just come to Italy not long ago, so I might as well be familiar with the newsboys!"

This is a fact.

"However," the smiling young man changed his words, "it's okay to find you a place to live."

The so-called place where Hu Erdao lived was the hotel where he once lived temporarily—when he first came to this world.

"Did you bring any customers back?" The graceful girl who climbed up from under the counter was covered in dust, and her hair on her forehead was stained with a wisp of gray unknown substance. Seeing the young man standing in front of the counter, she smiled and said indifferently. He wiped his hair and patted his clothes.

"Sivinola, where did you go, come out and pick up the guests!"

What didn't match this girl's beautiful face was her informal demeanor and... bright and fierce voice.

"Sevenola—are you there!"

"It's so noisy, I'm still alive." The black-haired young man who was forcibly called out from the backyard had a cold face and a murderous expression, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and glaring at the girl.

Picking up guests... Look at what unreliable things this woman said!

It's a pity that the girl watched him grow up since she was a child, and she was already immune to his fierce appearance that made other people's legs tremble. Not only did she not respond, she also directly ordered, "Take the guest to the room."

Afterwards, she bent down again and cleaned the inside of the counter that hadn't been cleaned for many years, muttering, "Why can't I raise a nephew like Erdao, violent brat!"

The "violent kid" in the girl's mouth: "..."

Forget it, bear with it, count the times that made him angry, this woman definitely ranks first.

If it weren't for... that woman entrusted him to this rough and fierce woman, he wouldn't be alive now.

A cross flashed faintly on Sivenola's forehead, clearly hovering on the verge of anger.

Hu Erdao... Hu Erdao quietly walked away from this young man who was on the verge of losing control.

Zhao Li Yuyue patted the shoulder of Sivenola who was leading the way with a smile, as if he was unaware of the young man's temper, and smiled, "Please, Mr. Sivenora."

The system's disgusting voice of hating iron but not steel appeared in Hu Erdao's ear, "Erdao... Are you too conscientious?"

Look at the speed of this advantage and avoid disadvantage.

"No," Hu Erdao retorted, "This is called the quality of judging the situation. You misunderstood the system."

The system chirped once, but did not answer.

Apparently he already has his own conclusion in mind.

Hu Erdao: The system is getting worse and worse.

Although the proprietress Sivir liked Hu Erdao very much, she even had the idea of ​​making Sylvanola become sworn brothers with him and then become Hu Erdao's elder as a matter of course-under Sylvinora's cold face and Hu Erdao's refusal, Sivir gave up with regret But Hu Erdao actually didn't know much about the proprietress' situation.

I only know that Sivenola is the child of the elder sister who died young. After the elder sister died, she was handed over to the aunt who was not yet an adult at the time. Sometimes she would help in the hotel, and more often she would go to the gangsters on the street. Fighting is a "lord" known in the neighborhood, and has many younger brothers.

A pretty brutal guy.

Sylvinora, the ferocious, gangster lord, stroked the anger on his forehead, suppressed his temper and forced out a sentence: "This is the place, wherever you live, the guy next to you has a key."

Turning her head towards Li Yuyue, she still holds the green flute that never leaves her hand.

Hu Erdao: "Yes, because sometimes I want to live here, and the proprietress also trusts me, so she gave me the keys of these rooms."

"trust?"

"System, shut up." Hu Erdao didn't have the slightest emotion. It was impossible for him to let the system say the second half of the ridicule.

"Chirp."

What responded to Hu Erdao was the cry of a tender yellow bird on his shoulder.

The system is also very puzzled at this time: what is blinding the eyes of these women who think that Hu Erdao is cute and cute?

This guy is obviously full of bad water!

The author has something to say: Hu Erdao: It’s beauty :)

I found out that the Meiji Restoration’s embassy was in 1871, so there was also a mission on the eve of the collapse of the curtain (bushi

Chaoli Yuyue is a man who first saw the beauty of Jiyue, then found out that he was very easy-going, and finally found out that he was a man of high-level black (it was impossible to guess whether it was really natural black).

The first generation of guardians played too few appearances, and I felt that I was (crossing out) looking at my face (crossing out) looking at pictures and writing words.

ps: Hu Erdao's "Halo of being caressed by women" is online again.

pps: ...Forget it, everyone should know who it is.