Landingale slept until just over four o'clock in the afternoon before getting up.

It was an apartment suite, about the size of the one Ryan lived in the Luojia Mountain community, but it had two double beds and four people, like a factory dormitory.

The four people are all women, the room is full of women's clothes, and in the air, there is a pungent smell of inferior perfume, as well as a faint sour smell, more indescribable and incomprehensible smells, these smells are mixed together, not so good, however, human beings are very adaptable creatures, any environment, as long as you get used to it.

Landingale was a street girl who rented the room with three other women who did the same job, and when the four of them shared the bill, there was not much money, which was the maximum she could pay for accommodation.

The income of the woman standing on the street is meager, and after a tiring day, she picks up several customers, only a few louis, and it seems that her income is not bad, and she has more than 100 louis in a month, which is equivalent to the senior steward of some trading companies.

However, after removing the income from the chickens who don't know whether to exploit or protect them, and the protection money paid to the police and gangsters, they themselves can only get one-third of the income.

In fact, this income is okay, and you can rent a single room alone to make your life better.

However, Landingale could not do that.

Most of the money she earned had to be sent back to her hometown, a town more than a hundred miles from Reims, where she had a very lovely little girl who was staying at her uncle's house, and Landingale needed to save money in order for her daughter to have a better life.

Push open the wooden window and take a look at the weather.

The heavy rain had stopped, and a foul smell floated in the air.

The rain had not washed away the filth, but had washed up the sewers, and looking at the mess outside the window, Landingale frowned, and she raised her hand with some annoyance, stroking her hair as unconsciously as before.

However, she felt empty.

"Hey......"

Landingale let out a long sigh and a wry smile appeared on his face.

She originally had beautiful long golden hair, in the south of the French Empire, blonde women are very rare, just with this long golden hair, her business is better than other companions, for long golden hair, southerners have an indescribable envy, expressed in undisguised contempt, this is just to hide their true heart.

To be able to have a relationship with a woman with long blond hair would be an indescribable beauty.

Therefore, her business has always been very good, and there are many regular customers, who usually go to the fixed hotel room to run errands, rather than just rushing in the dirty back streets and alleys.

But, two days ago, she had cut off her long blonde hair and turned it into the current one, a messy short blond hair, and then sold it to a merchant who made a wig for two or three louis.

If she hadn't been cornered, she wouldn't have done it.

However, thinking of the things mentioned in her uncle's letter, she felt that it was worth it, and that her dear baby would finally be able to afford piano lessons because of the money she had sent, so that she would not fail her talent.

The smile on her lips faded, thinking about what she was about to face, Landingale suppressed her smile, and closed the window expressionlessly, and the room suddenly became gray.

She turned, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

"You're going?"

There was a quilt bulging from the bottom bed, and the sound came from inside the quilt.

The person who spoke was Landingale's friend, also a girl from a small country town, Merkel, but she was ordinary-looking, her business had never been very good, and there was not much money left except for protection money, except for maintaining basic food and clothing, she basically couldn't save money, but she didn't have a daughter to raise like Landinger, so it was okay.

"You're not going?"

Landingale asked rhetorically.

"Don't you know ......"

Merkel lifted the quilt and sat up sharply.

She has brown hair, a large face, a round nose, a little freckles on her cheeks, and her eyes seem to be a little problematic, a little like an eye, and she looks a little crazy.

"Last night, there was a murderous maniac, he specialized in hunting our sisters, last night alone, more than ten sisters died in his hands, I heard, one by one died miserably, Redbeard They vowed to catch that guy, but, I think it's difficult, even those police masters can't do it, for safety, today you'd better stay at home and don't go out......"

Landinger's hand rested on the handle behind the door, and it was bruised.

After a while, she let out a long breath and relaxed her hand on the doorknob.

She turned her head and smiled at Merkel, who was sitting on the bed.

This smile is fragile and gentle, like a small flower that spreads even if its petals are still crooked after heavy rain.

"I want to too!"

She shook her head.

"But, I can't!"

After a pause, Landinger explained to Merkel.

"Redbeard made me have to go, today a regular customer ordered me, this regular customer is very generous, in the fragrance hotel for me to book a room, so, there should be no danger, besides, I still have my baby to raise, can't be lazy......"

"Shit, damn bunny!"

Merkel scolded.

"I'm not scolding Redbeard, I'm the liar I scolded, if he hadn't deceived you, you wouldn't have had children out of wedlock, if he hadn't kept a penny and swept away your savings, you wouldn't be as ...... as me now"

With a gentle smile on her lips, Landingale looked at Merkel as she shook her head slightly.

Motioned for her not to continue.

"Whatever you want, I don't care......"

Then, she lay down on her back, pulled the quilt, and covered her head and face.

Landingale smiled and said a few words in silence.

"Thank you, Merkel!"

Then, she closed the door and walked out of the apartment.

She had changed into overalls, a more revealing dress, which was very well constructed and accentuated her figure well, but it also attracted greedy or contemptuous glances from passers-by.

She lowered her head, ignored the gaze of passers-by, and hurried forward.

All kinds of past came to her mind like a picture, and unconsciously, transparent tears oozed from her eyes, fell, hit the dirty ground, and in an instant, they were swallowed by the filth.

He was only in his twenties, but it seemed to be at the end of his life.

For her, she no longer lives for herself, but for that little person, without whom she can now die and say goodbye to this miserable and filthy world.