What happened to Isaac?

On the drive home, Xavier rolled down the window because Isaac resented the stench of corpses on him.

They were discussing whether to tell Sally about Li Qiming along the way; if they wanted to tell, what method and to what extent would be more appropriate... and so on, which made both of them feel depressed.

Finally, Isaac said: "I didn't expect that serious old man Robert to do such a thing. Otherwise, your lame friend would not have gone to die happily."

"He has a name, don't say that about him," Xavier said.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Xavier sighed: "I have never seen such a difficult situation like Robert. The human spirit is very fragile, and gentle and conservative people are more likely to lose control in high-pressure situations. If you don't give time to think, even Possibly at the instigation of pushing innocent people off tall buildings."

Isaac listened intently.Xavier looked at his serious expression, and although he knew that this person probably didn't understand what he was talking about, he was still deeply relieved.After all, the nature of human beings is to like to talk and not to listen. When expressing some brilliant ideas, it is very comfortable to have an audience. This is why some people always insist on nonsense writing.

"But what shall we do in the future," said Isaac, "either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, anyway, the newspapers will put your ugly picture on the front page again."

Is it really that ugly?Xavier was silent.

"And that means the Spanish dummy will know you too?"

"He must have known," Xavier said, "or I wouldn't have died."

"Oh! That's very good. There's nothing to worry about. You're going to get in trouble anyway. Now just think about how to make the newspaper look better."

"It's as simple as that, fool," Xavier said, "Oh... I just want to live in peace."

**

At the busiest street, Xavier parked the car and went to the store with Isaac to pick out a gift for poor little Sally.What is the equivalent of a father?Whether it is an angel or a demon cannot be determined.Moreover, they suddenly discovered that even after getting along for a while, they still knew almost nothing about this child.Want to buy clothes, not sure about her figure; want to buy toys, don't know her preferences, even when the clerk wants to help, the two of them can't figure out whether the girl is seven or eight years old this year age or nine.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down..."

On the sidewalk, a group of children walked one after another, giggling and singing nursery rhymes that their parents had sung, and the tall maid followed closely behind.

Londoners tend to be aloof and have no natural curiosity.Pedestrians coming and going didn't turn their heads to look at them deliberately. In such an era of hurrying, even if their mother died, people would be ignorant.

Maybe I never really cared about her?Xavier couldn't help thinking.But to admit this is to admit your own hypocrisy.Xavier atoningly spent a lot of money on this terrible charge against himself.

Coming out of the store with the large and small bags of children's products bought by sales, Xavier accidentally looked up and suddenly noticed a man leaning on the railing on the roof of the hotel diagonally opposite, precariously.

"Don't look," Isaac said, "If someone is going to die, the angel of death should be waiting downstairs."

Xavier squinted his eyes for a moment and said, "This man doesn't look very well. Maybe not today, but tomorrow?"

"You won't be passing through here tomorrow."

"Why are you so heartless?" Xavier said.

"I'm ruthless?" Isaac was a little annoyed, "I think you like meddling too much."

"I'm nosy?" Xavier raised his voice, "If I don't, you don't know which plantation in South America grows fruit!"

"I like to eat fruit." Isaac said.

Xavier originally wanted to say that there is no fruit to eat as a slave in that kind of place, but for the devil, things that cannot be obtained directly can still be stolen, so it is not difficult.Rehearsing a conversation in his head and beating himself up so he ends up saying nothing.

Isaac tilted his head and looked at his face: "Are you angry? Are you angry?"

"No."

"Look, you don't admit it when you're angry," Isaac muttered, "Smelly kid."

"What did you say?"

"I said: dwarf." Isaac rubbed Xavier's head vigorously.

"I warn you, Isaac," said Xavier, "that if you drive me to death, I will never give you your inheritance, not even half a penny."

"Then who are you giving it to?"

"...I feed the geese!"

"That's good, I like geese too."

For some reason, Xavier suddenly felt that Isaac was getting more and more irritating as the years went by.

"Okay, don't be angry!" Isaac waved his hand, "I'll show you what a succubus is."

So he took money out of Xavier's pocket and bought a piece of bread sticks. Xavier thought he was greedy, but Isaac didn't eat it. Instead, he wrapped the bread in a paper bag and held it in his arms.

"Come on, Langdon," he greeted, and walked toward the hotel on his own.

In the living room of the hotel, the receptionist asked politely what kind of room he wanted, and Isaac said, "I'm looking for someone, the penultimate room on the sixth floor."

The boss sitting next to him poked his eyes out from behind the newspaper: "Who are you? This guy has owed rent for several days."

Isaac and Xavier looked at each other and said in unison:

"relatives."

"..."

Xavier offered to pay the man's rent in advance, and advance the next week's rent, before the bad rapport led to a crisis.Since the clothes on the two of them are decent enough, they look like decent people, and of course the most important thing is that they are rich, so there is no hindrance.

Isaac knocked on the door of the penultimate guest room on the top floor.

"Who is it?" The door opened, revealing a haggard middle-aged man's face.The man stood at the door hesitantly but vigilantly. Immediately afterwards, Isaac stuffed a bag of bread into his arms involuntarily.

"...What does this mean? I don't know you." The man looked down and said.

"It's okay, I don't know you either," said Isaac, "but you should shave."

The man didn't speak, and tried to close the door, but was blocked by Isaac's foot.

The man looked at him with annoyed and fearful eyes: "No matter what your idea is, sir, I have no money."

"I don't want your money either."

"..."

"Don't be afraid, sir, we have no malicious intentions," Xavier said in a timely and gentle voice at the most tense moment of the atmosphere. "From your accent, maybe you are from Kent?"

The man did not speak.

"Then you and Dickens are from the same country. Kent is fine, but the air is bad."

"I don't write books, he has nothing to do with me."

"People generally prefer literate vendors, knowing that it's not bad at all," Xavier said.

The man showed a vigilant expression: "I thought I neither knew you nor revealed anything."

"This big box looks familiar to me," Xavier said, "I often see out-of-town salesmen like you."

The man looked at the two of them with strange eyes, finally sighed as if compromising, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "That's right. So, maybe you two want to buy something? I have a lot of things here..."

In all fairness, the man probably doesn't have the talent for sales. At least he talked for a long time, and there was nothing that particularly aroused people's desire to buy.However, today's Xavier is extraordinarily generous. If Isaac hadn't pinched his butt from the back, he might have bought a whole suitcase.

"We're not here to give you money," said Isaac. "Let others hear that."

The man was choked hard, and at the same time, his patience was almost at the end.

"Why did this happen to me?" he asked. "What on earth are you here to humiliate me?"

"Why are you still excited?" Isaac said strangely, "I don't look down on anyone, including you; I have no need to humiliate anyone, including you."

Nice words, thought Xavier, and even I'm getting pissed off.If there is a global selection of annoying demons, Isaac probably has a chance to win the championship in one fell swoop.

The man's face was full of storms, as if he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode, if it wasn't for his stomach just screaming.

"I'm hungry too, so I'll tell you a long story short," said Isaac, "you can eat the bread now, and you have a week to knock on the doors of the whole street. Don’t jump off the building, don’t jump into the street, there is no harm in accumulating virtue, understand?”

"Varied--"

After finishing speaking, Isaac pulled Xavier and turned around to leave, leaving behind two unfathomable figures.

"Is this the end?" Xavier asked.

"Landon, as the saying goes, it's not enough to help the poor," Isaac said after walking for a while, "give him time. If you can't live on your own ability, it's no use giving money. One day it will run out." .At that time, are you going to invite him to your home as a sacrifice?"

Do you have the nerve to say something like this, rice bug?Xavier thought.

Immediately afterwards, the shameless devil said again: "It would be best to spend all the money on me."

**

Two weeks later, the pair drove through the neighborhood again.In the distance, a man ran over, followed the car, and tapped Xavier's window until the latter rolled down the window.

Xavier stared at it for a while, and said in surprise: "It's you!" It turned out to be the down-and-out man in the hotel.He looked very different now, in suits, with a fitting hat, clean-shaven, and looking respectable.

He said: "I don't know if you still recognize me. I was living on the sixth floor of the Oasis Hotel. You two suddenly appeared, which really shocked me. Later, according to what this gentleman said, I went from house to house. I’ve been selling it all over the place, I’ve had a lot of rejections, and I’ve met a lot of people... Now I have a decent job with a salary of 12 shillings a week!”

"That's great, congratulations!" Xavier said.

He stopped the car, chatted with the man on the side of the street for a while, and talked about the weather over and over like any ordinary stranger.Then they parted ways, and the car drove not far away when the man suddenly remembered something, turned around and chased the car again and asked:

"Sir, sir! What are you, miracles?"

Just when Xavier didn't know what to say, Isaac waved his hand smartly: "Miracle fart!"