The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Sergeant Lamarck, you will come and let me out yourself."

After saying this, she fell into silence again.

Honestly, with or without anyone involved, she knew she would eventually be acquitted, the only difference was the amount of time.What the police seek is wealth and fame, and civilians who do not bring benefits but have to take care of food are more annoying to them than lice.

It's a pity that Mr. Fein's deal is likely to fail.Of course, little Alice didn't believe the bragging stuff that Bercy said, and she didn't intend to sell herself at a price—this cunning little thing planned to use "buying and selling minors" as soon as she learned about it. Excuse me to blackmail a sum of money, and even find the person who "discovered" this shocking scandal.

When the advance payment is in place, she will send Big Alice to a nursing home first, and Mrs. Wilgent will definitely move to Frankfurt with her daughter, and then she will pretend to be a boy and get on a boat and carry a bucket. Father Denard's method of doing things is a bit more drastic, and he might not run away to avoid disaster.When the dust settles, the big shots will only focus on the power vacuum vacated by the competition, and no one will think of going to the sanatorium to track down a lunatic and an old lady, and Alice herself has other places to go.

The terminal point of the river transport is the Mediterranean Sea. After arriving there, they will take international routes to the far east.

It's a pity that the chess pieces that were initially determined were too low-quality and had to be thrown into ice water to let him go to hell to calm down, and the original plan had to be reconsidered.Mr. Finn's master will not leave Germany in a short time, she still has a backup witness, Epony, and now only needs a brave, resolute and righteous police officer (hungry for fame) to expose all the darkness... It's up to you, la Mr Mark.

"Think of Frau Vergent, think of Big Alice, you little bastard."

Lamarck didn't know that little Alice had already thought about what to say at his funeral in just a few minutes. The sheriff took off the leather whip hanging from his trousers waist and knocked on the table: "If you get a scar on your body, you can It's bad, isn't it?"

Being threatened with violence by a vicious adult man, at this point most of the children would cry and say whatever they want, but little Alice just glanced at him again, wrapped her blanket tightly and shrank her head, waiting to be beaten.

[Cup] When used for treatment, it can slowly heal all injuries, including scars on the body surface. She has tried it a long time ago.

You can refuse the police's request, but you can't conflict with the police, otherwise she will really be sent to the juvenile detention center, and maybe she may show her feet there and be noticed by the Italian mafia prison... and then she will be sent to the mafia prison not long after. Go in and report one day.

"Damn it, I don't believe in this evil anymore!" Lamarque was furious, interpreting Little Alice's silence as her resistance and contempt for the police.Even the most cunning criminal knows what to pay when he enters here, this little iron rooster shouldn't just get in there!

There was a sound of overturning tables, chairs and benches in the interrogation room. Father Denard stood outside, making the sign of the cross while smiling and said to the chief of police: "God bless, Lamarck is angry at a child who is not even a woman. It's outrageous."

"That's why little Alice is too stubborn." The director looked like a good-tempered middle-aged man, he shrugged his shoulders: "Lamarque is still young, and young people are always anxious to make achievements, which is also human nature. "

"You're right. I couldn't agree more with that."

The old priest's laughter gradually deepened: "He didn't even want to call me Father."

"But as elders, we really should give more opportunities to young people who want to make progress."

Chief of Police: "..."

A few days later, the janitor opened the iron gate of the prison cell with a bunch of rattling keys. Sheriff Lamarck stood beside him and glared at him: "Alice Vergent? Father Denard is here to take you Get out. Get out, little bastard, and watch out for me before I catch you again!"

He didn't want to come, but the chief ordered him to come, which happened to coincide with Little Alice's prediction, which made Sergeant Lamarck very upset.This little thing has such a tough mouth, in vain he used all means beyond the ethical bottom line to pry it open, which made people feel a little more admirable in addition to being annoyed.

This is a child who can be cruel to himself.And such a child, if she can survive to grow up by chance, the little Brandenburg may not be enough for her to play with.

Maybe grabbing her family would do the trick, but little Alice didn't react violently to similar threats.Such a child from a poor family, facing the burden of a dying old lady and a lunatic... The sheriff thought that Alice Vergent might wish them to disappear sooner than himself.

If you didn't lose that world war, or even if you're still in the war, if you can't ask the answer you want, you can directly send a shuttle of bullets to your opponent as a deterrent.But now... the army no longer exists, and the police have become the most unassuming public officials. Sheriff LaMarque only wants money and fame, not life.

Alice groped to get up from the iron frame bed, and walked out of the dark room where she had been locked up for several days.The pale winter sun made her eyes ache, and the girl covered her forehead with her hands.

Father Denard stood outside the door, the hem of his black robe fluttering in the wind: "My poor child."

"As you can see, this little boy has nothing missing from head to toe, and the most he can do is suffer a little bit. A man died in Bercy's house."

Lamarque didn't want to look at this little pebble he had encountered in his career any more, he stepped forward and grabbed the felt edge and dragged Alice to Father Denard to shake it back and forth.

The priest looked down at the little girl who was still a little bit bruised at the corner of her mouth, and slowly narrowed her eyes: "For God's sake."

This child may not be innocent, but Belsey's death is definitely not a loss.This little policeman has amassed too much money.

"It's good to leave."

Lamarck is indeed very young. He has been employed for less than half a year, and he is too young to be impatient with the elderly and children.Father Denard was protecting little Alice, but was thrown out of the gate of the police station by the sheriff like something, and almost fell down on the steps.

"It's really unlucky, it's a waste of work."

Back in the office, the older seniors avoided him with evasive eyes, as if they suddenly saw something unclean from him.He didn't think too much, he opened the record and wrote the closing report.

Since it was the director who greeted him personally, the official record must stop here.

The half-breed son of the Wilgent family stayed in the police station for a few days, but he came back unscathed!Before that, she was also photographed by that gentleman from the United States, and she might go to North America to eat and drink spicy food with her and make her fortune!These two pieces of news blew through the streets and alleys of Kloster Street with the wind like wings. Others might just talk about it and envy them in their hearts, but Mrs. Bercy, whose husband died. , It was a real pain in the heart.

Ever since the boss accidentally fell into the water and went to meet God, the business of Bercy Musical Theater Troupe has plummeted.Without Mr. Belsey running up and down outside, the proprietress can't support herself, and the gangsters who make trouble and make money come every day, and there is no sunset.There were fewer and fewer guests, and the dancers were looking for other ways to make a living. Even the hired maids dared to confront her and yelled to resign.

How can that work!These cheap and useful country women are gone, who will do the dirty work in the song and dance theater?

The incompetent police searched and checked and only gave an "accident" as a conclusion. They don't know what kind of luck the slick little bastard of the Wilgent family had, and was taken by the old priest Denard of the old church. After being out of the game, within two days of being safe, he was running around all over the streets and alleys to make money.

Mrs. Belsey was outraged.

what is this?

Such outrageous things have never happened since the Crusades. Even in hell, there will be no more cunning little devils. If you don't pull out the iron thorn in your eyes, you can't sleep or eat!

Since the police couldn't give her a satisfactory explanation, she could only grab it by herself.Mrs. Bercy recalled the Wilgent family's plan to sell the house, and thought they should have some money in their hands, so she couldn't wait to put on the faded lace dress and rushed to the destination aggressively.

"Shameless little whore born to a shameless bitch, don't think that you can become a phoenix by climbing a high branch, who doesn't know that your dead father is a gangster and a liar from the east, and has brought disaster to our clean Ke Lost Street just want to run? No way!"

She tore her hair all the way, yelling and rushed to the door of Wilgent's house, followed by a large group of snot-nosed children, who yelled "bitch" and "liar" together, and it was very lively.

Mrs. Wilgent was in the kitchen packing up the bottles.During the few days when my granddaughter was in "prison", the family didn't have any income, so she had to use the collection in the storage room. Many jars were empty, and it was time to move them and find a way to refill them.Regardless of the old woman's age, Mrs. Belsey broke through the broken wooden door without any defenses, knocked over the tables, chairs and benches in the living room, stepped forward and slapped her in the face: "It's all on your stinky root!" The tumor that has formed, I pooh!"

If little Alice was scolded, Mrs. Wilgent might still have time to watch her granddaughter's jokes, but she would never agree if the matter spread to herself and her daughter.

Just like this, the two women tugged at each other's hair and rolled from the kitchen to the living room, and then from the living room to the main road outside, and soon attracted a large group of idle men who had nothing to do.Young people who can't find a job and wander the streets repeat the filthy invective over and over, and laugh at the holes in the women's panties when they roll over.

"My God! My God! What is this doing? Could it be that the devil sent spiders to weave webs in your brains?" Father Denard, who was at the opposite door, heard the movement and came out to check the situation. The scene in front of him made him Very shocked.He only knew that the women in the African indigenous tribes would fight regardless of dignity for a mouthful of wheat cake mixed with mud. He never thought that he would see similar scenery in a European country that claimed to be civilized and developed.

Mrs. Belsey was somewhat in awe of this unusual old man, and immediately let go of Mrs. Vergent and jumped up from the ground: "I'm here to settle accounts with Alice Vergent, that little bastard. She killed my mother." Husband Shaw, this is not over!"

"Little Alice went to help me deliver things and is not at home. As for you, you can either go to the court to tell, or make a good argument like a person. God doesn't want to see your unsightly behavior!"

Father Denard didn't bother to tangle with a shameless ugly woman. He looked up at the sky, held back his anger and said to the crowd: "Go to the pier and ask Alice to come back to deal with her family's troubles. Run fast, she will Give you some money."

Hearing that Little Alice was not at home, Mrs. Belsey immediately grabbed Mrs. Wilgent, who had finally got up, and pulled her back to rush into Wilgent's house: "Good priest, let's 'have a good' theory theory now." .”

That little thing is more difficult than her grandmother and her mother combined, and she must hurry to get the money while she is away!