Chapter 148 Incorrect

Late night in the downtown area.

In this benevolent dark area, it should be the time when some gang members are active, after all, there are many things that cannot be exposed in the sun. Unlike the numb and dead air during the day, the downtown area at night should be very lively, with the crying of the exploited as the music.

After all, it is a power vacuum area.

As long as the nominal rule is maintained, the little oil and water that can be squeezed out of the poor and cheap bones in the downtown area will be rewarded to the vicious dogs and poisonous insects below to fight for.

Pick up the knife and fork and eat until you are full, then you can wipe the corners of your mouth elegantly and maintain the gentleman's demeanor.

It sounds like two worlds.

This has been so natural since ancient times, and no one wants to change it. And this world formed by naturalness will always give birth to a few people who climb up and try to leave. Bill Williams is a person who left such a world, and he has a far greater disgust for this place than ordinary people.

Bill is a gentle gentleman with a smile.

But behind that face is the name of the devil, which is of course closely related to his past. Bill has rarely mentioned his past, his family, and why he was so cruel and brutal when facing those he lived with.

Today, Lynn had the honor of taking a peek under the skin of Mr. Squinty Eyes.

On the dirty, smelly and narrow street, two figures, one tall and one short, wearing moon yarn shawls woven by moth moons, walked on the ground where sewage flowed and rats and cockroaches ran everywhere.

Their voices were different from the whispers here, they were open and aboveboard. In this sneaky night, no one dared to look at them more.

"... Every day, there are people trying to leave this place, holding on to their hard-earned money, dreaming of moving to a comfortable, clean and big house. But the next day, these idiots will forget what they were thinking yesterday and happily jump into various oil presses with their copper coins they saved with their lives."

"Oil press?"

"It's actually a scam, for example, in casinos, let alone tricks like cheating, even if you don't do anything, you can make a profit just by drawing money. Then there is lending. As long as you borrow money, don't even think about paying it back. Even if you are lucky enough to pay it back, they can find ways to make you unable to pay it back, break a leg, change the loan agreement, and drag you to the casino. Of course, the most profitable thing is the happy water. Those drug addicts who use their children and wives to pay off debts and smoke until their brains are broken can chop off their own hands to pay off their debts in order to take a puff, and there are more than one. "

"Don't they know?"

"They know, young man, the people here are not stupid. On the contrary, they are cunning enough to pull out their mothers under your noses for a copper coin to seek sympathy. Gods, I hope that the poor old woman is his mother, otherwise he won't get even a quarter of a copper coin. "

"Then why do they still live like this?"

The young man's voice was confused and a little puzzled. He stepped on the smelly and dirty water, as if he had re-recognized the world. After all, he was not born here and had never worked in such a place. Naturally, he could not compare with his companions in the subtleties.

Even if he came from the lower reaches of history, he could not see everything. In that country, I dare not say that there is no evil at all, but organizations like this, which are openly colluding with the upper class to act as a protective umbrella and often have tens of thousands of members, no longer exist.

But things have to be viewed critically. From what Lin En has observed in the past few days, it can be seen that the gangs in the downtown area are not simply exploitative. This is not beautification or whitewashing. If the mobile vendors in the downtown area are bullied, or simply beaten up by patrolmen, then these gangs can organize people to seek fairness.

Even if they are untouchables, the masters have to appease them and symbolically punish the people under their control.

Of course, this situation is rare.

More often, it is normal to be bullied and exploited together. Even untouchables have to compete with each other. It is really an extreme black humor.

"Why?" Bill thought about his dark first twelve years.

Then he patted the big wooden box with his gloved hands.

"Because they can't control their paws. They want to play a few times, smoke a little, or whore once when they have money!"

"Is that so..."

Lin En didn't think that Mr. Bill's answer with a hint of resentment was the correct answer, but he didn't have a perfect answer at the moment, so he just followed Bill's words.

The upper class masters do not regard the poor as the same species as themselves, so they can watch them being whipped in the mud with peace of mind, holding a wine glass and sneering that these guys deserve to be slaves for life.

But Lin En can't do it.

Is he weak?

No, when he took five death row prisoners to fight to the death two days ago, Lin En was fully prepared and used his cane to beat the heads of the five damn prisoners until they burst into pieces. That cruelty was not weak at all.

In the final analysis, Lin En was dominated by his thinking before crossing over. He knew what was right and what was wrong in his heart, and he couldn't ride on the people's heads with peace of mind. The separation between Xiao Xiansheng and this world has been going on, but he has adjusted well and tried to integrate into the times.

Obviously, patrolling and catching rats in the downtown area for work these days has exacerbated the rift between Lin En and the world.

He looked at those pairs of indifferent eyes and couldn't help but feel creepy.

Although he didn't catch many rats, Lin En, the first unruly citizen in history, couldn't help but think about it. If he was born in such an environment, what should he do to overcome the malice and temptation and climb up. Then, as an unruly citizen, he quickly gave up thinking and roared in his heart that it was absolutely wrong to put an extremely bad environment in front and then directly deny a group of people with performance. He would not think along this wrong way!

It's not just people who need to be corrected, but also the world.

Bill would never have thought of the boiling thoughts in the head of the seemingly calm Lin En. In the conflict of self, Lin En is trying and struggling to find a path that he can accept.

As for using time to dilute? Sorry, it will never be possible. Lin En is locked by his super memory and can only struggle.

"It seems that the time has come. Let's call it a day."

Bill glanced at the pocket watch in the light of the wind lamp, and today's patrol ended here.

"Tsk, it's so strange that we haven't caught a mouse in so many days." Lin En smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath after just finishing his exercise. He wanted to find an illegal Beyonder to test his skills, but he was frustrated when he came up empty-handed.

"It's a joint law enforcement anyway. If we can't find the responsibility, it won't fall on us. Let's think about where to go to relax after tomorrow's paycheck. By the way, I heard from Leticia that there is a circus in the suburbs. It seems that they want to organize everyone to watch a freak show."

"Meet up with the team leader first. I want to finish the report and go home early."

Lin En touched the birthday present in his pocket and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He hoped that Miss Atali would not cheat her on this matter.

Ever since learning that Lin En moved to a new residence and lived with his childhood sweetheart, Ye Funi's attitude has been particularly strict recently.