Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live
Chapter 5
This crowded and narrow shed is located in the southwest of the small town of Notting, under the low eaves filled with the smell of sewers, it is full of strangers, thieves, hooligans and prostitutes, and there are rotten fruits and buzzing noises everywhere. of flies.
The horseshoes with brand-new hooves stepped on the path full of sewage, and the dirty children hiding in the dark room stared at the noble lord who couldn't see his face clearly in the carriage with greedy and hungry eyes like young animals, drooling It dripped straight from the gaping mouth.
If the kind master is willing to reward them with a silver coin, they won't have to go hungry for several days.
Jiang Chi's ears were so sensitive that he could hear the bustling noise outside through the window of the carriage.
He subconsciously struggled for a while, and then was firmly pressed into his arms by the man: "Shh, don't move."
Moran thought he was shy, and comforted the young man with a gentle voice: "They can't see it."
The black iron carriage painted with golden and complicated patterns stopped in front of the stinking small square with the neighing of the Sharma.The heavy wheels run over a rotten orange, squeezing out a sweet and bright juice.
"Master, there are too many people ahead."
Oscar reported to the man respectfully with his hoarse, owl-like voice.
The crowd surrounded the fountain round after round, and uniformed police officers stood outside the crowd in twos and threes, driving away the onlookers impatiently.
"Another unlucky guy!" The fat policeman with a red face and a golden beard yelled loudly, "Damn cockroaches! You're only making trouble for us!"
He took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty face, and looked contemptuously at the center of the crowd with his gray-blue eyes: "It's such a fuss if a **** dies."
"Jack! Jack Davis! Send the damned body to the autopsy!"
The windows of the carriage were wiped clean, and Jiang Chi could vaguely see a small police officer in the crowd running over with his head buried and talking to the fat policeman.
The fat cop continued in that high-pitched voice, "That bastard named Daredevil just wants us all to play with him!"
Daredevil?
Did you come out to commit crimes again last night?
Jiang Chi shook his hair suspiciously, did Mo Lan stay with him last night?
"A gangster on Wood Street died. His stomach was dissected and his internal organs were emptied." Oscar whispered the news to Moran. He originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that he was embraced by the man The young man shut his mouth tightly again.
There was a sneer on the groom's sullen face, and he continued to comment in that uncomfortable voice: "It's just a poor imitator."
The blind boy obviously didn't know anything about what had happened, and when he suddenly heard the groom calmly utter such terrifying news, he reached out his hand timidly and grabbed the man's sleeve.
Moran enjoyed the feeling of being totally relied on, and patted the back of the boy's hand to express his comfort.
The nobleman's carriage was too eye-catching in such a place where fish and dragons were mixed up, and the police came over within a few minutes of staying here.
The fat policeman, who was still angry just now, showed a flattering smile at this moment: "Why did Your Excellency Moran come here? Your identity is really dirty."
He bowed his waist, glanced secretly into the car, and saw a thin and small child in the man's arms.
He couldn't see his face clearly, and at Viscount Moran's age, he probably wouldn't be able to give birth to such a big child.
The fat policeman immediately understood that this was a lucky little thing who had found a big backer.Unexpectedly, a gentleman like Moran would like gadgets from the slums.
"Who is the dead man?"
Viscount Moran's benevolent heart is well-known throughout the town, and the fat policeman thought he was a good old man, and whispered while wiping his sweat: "Liv Terry of Wood Street, the owner of the Redbird Bar, so It's more troublesome."
Their conversation was not low-pitched, and Jiang Chi could hear it clearly.
As soon as the fat policeman finished speaking, he heard a painful scream from inside the carriage, like a little lark whose wings were injured by traps, the cry was pitiful and desperate.
The Asian child was trembling all over, with big tears overflowing from his eyes: "It's Liv!"
The child's emotions suddenly collapsed. Moran's eyes turned cold and he stretched out his hand to catch the little guy who wanted to run away from him. The voice in his ear was still gentle: "What's wrong? Do you know her?"
The young man was shaking uncontrollably, his face was crying like a cloud of red, almost biting his lips: "Liv is the one who takes care of me the most, without her I would have died a long time ago!"
"Sir, I have to go and see her." The child almost couldn't hold on, tears fell as soon as he said it, and even the man's cuffs were stained with wet tears in the blink of an eye.
"Liv took me in and gave me food. She is my real sister."
He cried so pitifully, his beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of shining tear film, which was more attractive than anything else.
Facing Jiang Chi who suddenly lost control, the man couldn't think of any way to calm him down for a while, but not only was he not impatient, his tone even sounded kind of coaxing: "I'll take you to see her, do not Cry,"
He was really patient. He stroked the young man's trembling neck with one hand, and softly comforted the beautiful child: "The police will definitely catch that murderer."
The fat policeman and groom stared wide-eyed at the same time.
Oscar had never seen such a commoner kid who dared to be so unscrupulous in front of the master. He dared to let Moran coax him for so long.
Gray eyeballs wandered from the Asian kid's pink knees protruding from under his shorts to the raised rounded spine.It's too easy for the master to kill such a guy.
He didn't understand why the master had to deal with this stinky boy for so long.
As soon as Sir Moran appeared, the crowd surrounded by iron barrels automatically separated into a lane, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the thin boy who was being held by the man with curiosity and envy.
The whispering sound spread among the crowd like a plague.
"Isn't that the Asian kid next to Liv?"
"It's really lucky to be spotted by Sir Moran."
"It's really pretty, why didn't I notice it before?"
"Sir Moran liked it that way."
The disemboweled woman lay quietly by the pool, half of the water in the fountain pool was stained red, and the mottled cherub was splashed with black blood spots.
The woman's eyes were wide open, her face was covered with messy golden brown curly hair, and her face was so distorted before death that she could no longer see her original beauty.
Her red dress was torn, and the bloody internal organs were brutally dragged out, and a few flies were buzzing around the corpse.
This was Jiang Chi's second time seeing a dead body. He forcibly suppressed the desire to vomit, and reached out tremblingly to touch the woman's already frozen face.
Moran frowned unobtrusively, and caught the boy's outstretched finger in time.
Don't want to see his lamb sad for others.
The woman's gorgeous lipstick was messed up before she died, and a light red rose tragically bloomed on her lips.
Liv Terry, the proprietress of the Redbird Bar, has many beautiful children like Jiang Chi in her hands. In other words, she is the famous bustard in this red-light district.
It was true that she took Jiang Chi in.
It was she who made Jiang Chi sell his body for a living.
A rare Asian face can fetch a lot of money on the black market.
"Good acting."
"Thank you."
According to the information provided by the system, Liv Terry is a bold and sexy woman who has a very good relationship with many thugs, which is why the Redbird Bar can be very prosperous on Wood Street.
"I remember that it was mentioned in the background that the night devil will not kill women."
Jiang Chi remembered what Oscar said to Moran just now, "a poor imitator".
It was a copycat crime.
The murderer is either a fanatical admirer of the "Night Demon", or is trying to shirk the crime of killing to the "Night Demon".
After all, the bosses in this world are still human beings, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to kill people indiscriminately.
Jiang Chi's tears were still hanging on his eyelashes, he was so pitiful, his palm-sized face was as white as gold paper, and he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.
Mingming was terrified, but forced himself to study the traces on the corpse.
The edge of the knife is blunt, the technique is cruel and has no aesthetic feeling at all.
It means that after the imitator killed someone, he didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away in a hurry.
And "Night Demon" is the artist among the murderers, and every corpse left on the scene has a cruel sense of art.From the point of view of the jokes from hell, "bad imitators" are actually apt.
Jiang Chi was once again dullly aware of what a cruel monster the man beside him was.
And he had the audacity to share the same bed with the murderer.
Goosebumps popped out of the boy's skin in an instant.
Moran looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently. In his eyes, the heartbroken lamb in his hand was obviously more important.
"The police will give you the answer. I'll send you back first." When Moran reached out to touch him again, the lamb backed away subconsciously.
He avoided the man's gesture of goodwill, and said in a difficult voice: "I can go back by myself."
How does a blind little man who can't see go back?
Moran withdrew his frozen hand as if nothing had happened, stared at Jiang Chi with his dark eyes for a while, and then smiled tolerantly: "Well, remember to be careful."
Jiang Chi couldn't wait to run away.
Of course, in order to maintain the character design, he still pretended to be invisible, groping the brick wall and walking towards home bit by bit.
This road is destined not to be peaceful.
Jiang Chi just turned around a dark alley, thinking that he had finally got rid of Moran, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an arrogant black shadow was cast in front of him.
He slowly raised his head and saw a group of tall and burly gangsters standing in front of him.
The headed gangster with short hair and a strange smile looked about the same size as Jiang Chi, but his muscle mass was more than twice that of Jiang Chi's.
The protruding biceps are as big as the head of some sick kid.
Jiang Chi was confused.
He didn't remember seeing this group of people.
"Xiao, Xiaoqi?" Jiang Chi called the system in his heart.
Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out in the system, so he thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe it's someone you met in the bar?"
"There are so many people, you may not remember everyone, right?"
The young man who faithfully fulfilled the blind-sighted setting tried his best to pretend he didn't see it, and walked forward while leaning on the wall, but the group of guys didn't intend to hide, and Jiang Chi's head hit the bastard's hard chest muscles.
"You don't apologize for bumping into someone."
Before Jiang Chi could speak, the gangster couldn't wait to find fault.
He pinched the Asian boy's sharp chin, and his overly fierce face was full of playful and malicious intentions:
"Not only the little blind man, but also the little mute?"
The horseshoes with brand-new hooves stepped on the path full of sewage, and the dirty children hiding in the dark room stared at the noble lord who couldn't see his face clearly in the carriage with greedy and hungry eyes like young animals, drooling It dripped straight from the gaping mouth.
If the kind master is willing to reward them with a silver coin, they won't have to go hungry for several days.
Jiang Chi's ears were so sensitive that he could hear the bustling noise outside through the window of the carriage.
He subconsciously struggled for a while, and then was firmly pressed into his arms by the man: "Shh, don't move."
Moran thought he was shy, and comforted the young man with a gentle voice: "They can't see it."
The black iron carriage painted with golden and complicated patterns stopped in front of the stinking small square with the neighing of the Sharma.The heavy wheels run over a rotten orange, squeezing out a sweet and bright juice.
"Master, there are too many people ahead."
Oscar reported to the man respectfully with his hoarse, owl-like voice.
The crowd surrounded the fountain round after round, and uniformed police officers stood outside the crowd in twos and threes, driving away the onlookers impatiently.
"Another unlucky guy!" The fat policeman with a red face and a golden beard yelled loudly, "Damn cockroaches! You're only making trouble for us!"
He took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty face, and looked contemptuously at the center of the crowd with his gray-blue eyes: "It's such a fuss if a **** dies."
"Jack! Jack Davis! Send the damned body to the autopsy!"
The windows of the carriage were wiped clean, and Jiang Chi could vaguely see a small police officer in the crowd running over with his head buried and talking to the fat policeman.
The fat cop continued in that high-pitched voice, "That bastard named Daredevil just wants us all to play with him!"
Daredevil?
Did you come out to commit crimes again last night?
Jiang Chi shook his hair suspiciously, did Mo Lan stay with him last night?
"A gangster on Wood Street died. His stomach was dissected and his internal organs were emptied." Oscar whispered the news to Moran. He originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that he was embraced by the man The young man shut his mouth tightly again.
There was a sneer on the groom's sullen face, and he continued to comment in that uncomfortable voice: "It's just a poor imitator."
The blind boy obviously didn't know anything about what had happened, and when he suddenly heard the groom calmly utter such terrifying news, he reached out his hand timidly and grabbed the man's sleeve.
Moran enjoyed the feeling of being totally relied on, and patted the back of the boy's hand to express his comfort.
The nobleman's carriage was too eye-catching in such a place where fish and dragons were mixed up, and the police came over within a few minutes of staying here.
The fat policeman, who was still angry just now, showed a flattering smile at this moment: "Why did Your Excellency Moran come here? Your identity is really dirty."
He bowed his waist, glanced secretly into the car, and saw a thin and small child in the man's arms.
He couldn't see his face clearly, and at Viscount Moran's age, he probably wouldn't be able to give birth to such a big child.
The fat policeman immediately understood that this was a lucky little thing who had found a big backer.Unexpectedly, a gentleman like Moran would like gadgets from the slums.
"Who is the dead man?"
Viscount Moran's benevolent heart is well-known throughout the town, and the fat policeman thought he was a good old man, and whispered while wiping his sweat: "Liv Terry of Wood Street, the owner of the Redbird Bar, so It's more troublesome."
Their conversation was not low-pitched, and Jiang Chi could hear it clearly.
As soon as the fat policeman finished speaking, he heard a painful scream from inside the carriage, like a little lark whose wings were injured by traps, the cry was pitiful and desperate.
The Asian child was trembling all over, with big tears overflowing from his eyes: "It's Liv!"
The child's emotions suddenly collapsed. Moran's eyes turned cold and he stretched out his hand to catch the little guy who wanted to run away from him. The voice in his ear was still gentle: "What's wrong? Do you know her?"
The young man was shaking uncontrollably, his face was crying like a cloud of red, almost biting his lips: "Liv is the one who takes care of me the most, without her I would have died a long time ago!"
"Sir, I have to go and see her." The child almost couldn't hold on, tears fell as soon as he said it, and even the man's cuffs were stained with wet tears in the blink of an eye.
"Liv took me in and gave me food. She is my real sister."
He cried so pitifully, his beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of shining tear film, which was more attractive than anything else.
Facing Jiang Chi who suddenly lost control, the man couldn't think of any way to calm him down for a while, but not only was he not impatient, his tone even sounded kind of coaxing: "I'll take you to see her, do not Cry,"
He was really patient. He stroked the young man's trembling neck with one hand, and softly comforted the beautiful child: "The police will definitely catch that murderer."
The fat policeman and groom stared wide-eyed at the same time.
Oscar had never seen such a commoner kid who dared to be so unscrupulous in front of the master. He dared to let Moran coax him for so long.
Gray eyeballs wandered from the Asian kid's pink knees protruding from under his shorts to the raised rounded spine.It's too easy for the master to kill such a guy.
He didn't understand why the master had to deal with this stinky boy for so long.
As soon as Sir Moran appeared, the crowd surrounded by iron barrels automatically separated into a lane, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the thin boy who was being held by the man with curiosity and envy.
The whispering sound spread among the crowd like a plague.
"Isn't that the Asian kid next to Liv?"
"It's really lucky to be spotted by Sir Moran."
"It's really pretty, why didn't I notice it before?"
"Sir Moran liked it that way."
The disemboweled woman lay quietly by the pool, half of the water in the fountain pool was stained red, and the mottled cherub was splashed with black blood spots.
The woman's eyes were wide open, her face was covered with messy golden brown curly hair, and her face was so distorted before death that she could no longer see her original beauty.
Her red dress was torn, and the bloody internal organs were brutally dragged out, and a few flies were buzzing around the corpse.
This was Jiang Chi's second time seeing a dead body. He forcibly suppressed the desire to vomit, and reached out tremblingly to touch the woman's already frozen face.
Moran frowned unobtrusively, and caught the boy's outstretched finger in time.
Don't want to see his lamb sad for others.
The woman's gorgeous lipstick was messed up before she died, and a light red rose tragically bloomed on her lips.
Liv Terry, the proprietress of the Redbird Bar, has many beautiful children like Jiang Chi in her hands. In other words, she is the famous bustard in this red-light district.
It was true that she took Jiang Chi in.
It was she who made Jiang Chi sell his body for a living.
A rare Asian face can fetch a lot of money on the black market.
"Good acting."
"Thank you."
According to the information provided by the system, Liv Terry is a bold and sexy woman who has a very good relationship with many thugs, which is why the Redbird Bar can be very prosperous on Wood Street.
"I remember that it was mentioned in the background that the night devil will not kill women."
Jiang Chi remembered what Oscar said to Moran just now, "a poor imitator".
It was a copycat crime.
The murderer is either a fanatical admirer of the "Night Demon", or is trying to shirk the crime of killing to the "Night Demon".
After all, the bosses in this world are still human beings, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to kill people indiscriminately.
Jiang Chi's tears were still hanging on his eyelashes, he was so pitiful, his palm-sized face was as white as gold paper, and he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.
Mingming was terrified, but forced himself to study the traces on the corpse.
The edge of the knife is blunt, the technique is cruel and has no aesthetic feeling at all.
It means that after the imitator killed someone, he didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away in a hurry.
And "Night Demon" is the artist among the murderers, and every corpse left on the scene has a cruel sense of art.From the point of view of the jokes from hell, "bad imitators" are actually apt.
Jiang Chi was once again dullly aware of what a cruel monster the man beside him was.
And he had the audacity to share the same bed with the murderer.
Goosebumps popped out of the boy's skin in an instant.
Moran looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently. In his eyes, the heartbroken lamb in his hand was obviously more important.
"The police will give you the answer. I'll send you back first." When Moran reached out to touch him again, the lamb backed away subconsciously.
He avoided the man's gesture of goodwill, and said in a difficult voice: "I can go back by myself."
How does a blind little man who can't see go back?
Moran withdrew his frozen hand as if nothing had happened, stared at Jiang Chi with his dark eyes for a while, and then smiled tolerantly: "Well, remember to be careful."
Jiang Chi couldn't wait to run away.
Of course, in order to maintain the character design, he still pretended to be invisible, groping the brick wall and walking towards home bit by bit.
This road is destined not to be peaceful.
Jiang Chi just turned around a dark alley, thinking that he had finally got rid of Moran, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an arrogant black shadow was cast in front of him.
He slowly raised his head and saw a group of tall and burly gangsters standing in front of him.
The headed gangster with short hair and a strange smile looked about the same size as Jiang Chi, but his muscle mass was more than twice that of Jiang Chi's.
The protruding biceps are as big as the head of some sick kid.
Jiang Chi was confused.
He didn't remember seeing this group of people.
"Xiao, Xiaoqi?" Jiang Chi called the system in his heart.
Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out in the system, so he thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe it's someone you met in the bar?"
"There are so many people, you may not remember everyone, right?"
The young man who faithfully fulfilled the blind-sighted setting tried his best to pretend he didn't see it, and walked forward while leaning on the wall, but the group of guys didn't intend to hide, and Jiang Chi's head hit the bastard's hard chest muscles.
"You don't apologize for bumping into someone."
Before Jiang Chi could speak, the gangster couldn't wait to find fault.
He pinched the Asian boy's sharp chin, and his overly fierce face was full of playful and malicious intentions:
"Not only the little blind man, but also the little mute?"
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