The nights in the White Parish are always long, and the recent incident of Jack the Ripper has caused panic, but it does not stop people from numbing their nerves with the wonderful alcohol mixture. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 InfoFear is no longer worth mentioning to them, and all that is left is a stupid 'bravery' like Don Quixote. Besides, no one would think that this Ming Guoren with white hair, who looked twelve or thirteen years old, and looked like a girl, would be Jack the Ripper.

"That wish seems that you are too ungentlemanly, and it is not appropriate for a lady to make such a choice. You have to understand that there are only two kinds of men who will come to the East End to have fun, rich bastards and non-rich bastards. What kind of bastard are you coming to this place with this cute little face?"

Unexpectedly, Mary Carey easily saw through the gender of Purple Silence. Or because of the illness of a humble profession, her eyes are more vicious than she imagined. Purple Buyu had no intention of concealing his gender, and he chuckled, his fingertips wiping the rim of the glass from the wine. A slightly spicy martinny lingers on the tongue, and the aroma of vermouth mixes with an almost imperceptible taste of alcohol, and finally the five flavors that are immersed in the mouth turn into a hint of bitterness.

"The old man used to get an annual salary of 100,000 taels, but now he has been kicked to this small island country, which can be regarded as a demotion. You must know that people like the old man are sent to places outside the Ming Empire, which is almost equivalent to never having a chance to go back. Zi Buyu said this.

An annual salary of 100,000 taels? Kelly's hand couldn't help but tremble. Although the Ming Empire was rich, it was impossible for ordinary people to have such a high salary, and in Britain, the annual salary could reach 100,000 taels, which was equivalent to about a million pounds, and there was almost only the omnipotent king of civil servants, the secretary general of Downing Street. The reason why Kelly didn't hesitate to believe Zi Buyu's words was not just the wonderful feeling that Zi Buyu gave people. As a "monster", there is no reason to use alcohol to kill her sorrows like ordinary people, and Zi Buyu, who looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old, may be far beyond her imagination, and she does not regard Zi Buyu as a child.

Although she has never seen the same existence in her short life, her rich experience in dealing with things still gives her the opportunity to be calm.

"What kind of fun are you looking for? An ordinary person like me can't satisfy you. She calmed down and said.

"Who knows, maybe it's just a rare desire to drink something," Zi Buyu said with a hint of wine on her hand, "drink this colorful wine, and hope that your future life may be as colorful as this wine." Or permeate every vein with a burning sensation, so as to forget the past with the pain of the present. Aren't humans creatures like that?"

"It doesn't sound like a pleasant topic. ”

"Of course not. You must know that in the Ming Empire, not all "monsters" are "monsters" from birth. Occasionally, they also miss the trivial things they experienced when they were human. You also have to know that not only the people who look beautiful, but even just a word from the country and grass people may be able to give you enough 'hints' to make you suddenly realize. ”

Kelly shook her glass, then listened to her desires and sent the liquor down. The burning pleasure that Zi Buyu said rushed through her throat, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"The farmer still has a chance to start his own life, and we guys..."

"So, isn't it back to the original topic?" Zi Buyu ordered another glass of vodka, "It's to continue to live a muddy life, just like the past, without change." The other is one that will take everything from you, including your life..."

“......”

"Isn't it funny? Such an extreme choice always touches the desire of the human heart. At least you didn't say no," Zi Buyu didn't see a trace of 'funny' on his cold face, "Once you lose this opportunity, whenever something unpleasant happens in the future, you will always remember that such a person has said such a thing, so 'she' will begin to regret why she didn't choose so much in the first place." But... That's the end of the day, and at least you still have a choice. Hope is a very torturous thing, obviously you only need to abandon everything you have, and you won't suffer any more pain, but people always live with hope... Looking forward to changes tomorrow. ”

Zi Buyu took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table, and without waiting for Kelly's reply, he turned around and prepared to leave. Kelly opened her mouth and just wanted to say something, but when she saw Zi Buyu's back, she swallowed it back again, and smiled bitterly for a while, watching Zi Buyu leave.

The time that had stopped, the life that had decided the outcome would still not change, and she paid for the drink, took her coat and draped it over her body, and left the bar.

The night breeze was cool and pleasant, and the alcohol wasn't enough to make her feel drunk. As she walked away with ease, she remembered the rumors about Jack the Ripper. But what did that rumor have to do with her? Life and death made no difference to a prostitute like her, who had no sense of time and was already decaying, and no one could remember her.

She was six weeks in arrears in rent and spent a lot of pounds a day on pubs. The only thing she thought about was catching a big fish to pay her rent, and if she died, she wouldn't even have to think about it, it would be so easy... If so, why should we live?

'Hope' is a very torturous thing.

The yearning for beauty, the pursuit of beautiful things, the desire for everything, give the coming tomorrow, once she loses this cheap life, the last thing she has will also pass away. Praying for something good to come, that is hope.

When Kelly arrived at the bar the next day, as usual, she saw a familiar figure sitting there. Maybe Zi Buyu is new to London, and she doesn't want to have some fun like other bastards, and she doesn't choose a bar near the city center, but it's hard to imagine what Zi Buyu has in mind when she comes to the East End, and it doesn't have much to do with Kelly, but today is a little different from usual.

The bar was taken over by a mafia from Manchester. Since the Great Fire of Avar, these mafias have often appeared in the Eastern District, and unfortunately, these mafias formed by immigrants without any family background do not have the same 'friendship' as the famous triads of the Ming Empire. They are just a bunch of criminals, and it is best to describe them as evil. The usually quiet bar was a little noisy at this time, and Zi Buyu sat on the bar table in a daze as if he hadn't seen anything or heard anything. Of course, Zi Buyu doesn't care about the mafia, he's a "monster", but Kylie is different.

She frowned slightly, and when she was about to leave, the mafia had already found Zi Buyu, and her very conspicuous dress and appearance were really not the kind of guy who would be drowned in the crowd.

"Hey, friend from the East, why don't you come for a drink?"

"If you have good wine, it's not impossible," Zi Buyu said with a cold face, "It's just that the old man doesn't think you will be interested in men, there are many guys like the old man in the Ming Empire, and he will be a little more attentive in the future." ”

"It's... My boss told me that before. It doesn't matter, I'm clear of your wine today. Is that your concubine over there? The mafia sat down beside Purple Buyu and pointed at Kelly.

Zi Buyu glanced at her, and was about to say something, but saw a smile suddenly appear on Kelly's face.

"Of course not, we just 'spent the night' yesterday, gentlemen," she said, and she also sat down next to Zi Buyu, "Please don't say this kind of joke, what else can a woman from the White Parish come to do so late?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm actually Londoner, too. ”

It's a pity that hope can't be eaten. It will only be the day after day until the true light arrives that the weight of despair will be understood. Zi Buyu slowly sipped the wine, his eyes staring at the ground. Human beings are stupid and ugly, but like the leafy trees, when the leaves are bathed in the sun, the roots in the soil will only continue to do what they have to do, and the bright sunlight and twinkling stars above them, they will not have a chance to see. Their thoughts of dancing like clowns to please people can only be seen from the depths of empty wine glasses.

Accustomed to the fallen world, the depth of the abyss is only a stone's throw away. If Zi Buyu could make a human-like expression, he must be laughing, but unfortunately this right has long been ruthlessly deprived.

Residents who live in dark holes that cannot be reached for many years will eventually lose their eyesight and never see the light again. But they no longer need the light, and in the end they are greeted only by the sad ending they have already encountered, and the fantasy of ushering in the key point like a fairy tale has long been thrown into the trash by them, and they no longer fantasize that the day may come.

They are hopeful and hopeless.

They know their world and there is no sun.

“... What are you expecting?" the bartender walked over to Purple Buyu and took off his hat, revealing his blonde hair.

"After living for a long time, you can always see the meaning behind something. The old man may be like a human now, just wanting a glass of wine. ”

Purple was silently straightening her hair, and the ends were dyed a magnificent crimson after her slender fingertips slashed it.