The orange sunset floats in the western sky, dyeing most of the sky quite magnificently, and from time to time there is a long whistle on the harbor side, which is the late returning fishing boat docking, the sea outside the port, and the sky, the color is gorgeous, and the waves are undulating.

Ryan walked up the slope in a sunset.

The sewage-strewn ground, the garbage-strewn neighborhoods, the haphazardly built wooden houses, and the alleys so narrow that they could only accommodate two people walking side by side don't care about the children screaming and laughing and playing in such an environment......

It's business as usual!

Nothing seems to have changed!

But he's not the same boy as before!

At the door of the apartment, Ryan meets Aunt Schultz, who has a body as large as a bear.

"Hello, Mr. Charles!"

She greeted loudly and loudly.

Aunt Schultz's husband, Hanmo Schultz, is the porter of the apartment, responsible for guarding the apartment, and usually does some maintenance work, she is the chef of the apartment, and the people who rent in this apartment are some bachelors, and there is no kitchen in the single room, so there is no way to cook for themselves, these tenants only need to spend thirty or forty louis a month to enjoy Aunt Schultz's craftsmanship and authentic Portsky cuisine.

Both of them are Portskyes.

Portsky is a large country, located in the east of the continent, and its neighbor to the east, the Rakshasa country, is a feud, fighting with each other from time to time, of course, more often than not, it is Portsky who is being beaten unilaterally.

The Rakshasas are located in the cold and are more brave and good at fighting.

Aunt Schulz's grandparents, who had become refugees due to the war, had left their homeland and had a great deal of hardship to come to France. At least more than half of the slum where Ryan lives is made up of Portskyes.

The biggest gang in the Luojia Mountain community is the Potterski gang.

Ryan froze.

The boy was an introverted and timid man who did not like to talk, and even though he had lived here for many years, he had no contact with most of the people in the apartment because he did not eat in the apartment and did not have much contact with Aunt Schulz.

Usually, it's just a nod to say hello.

"Auntie, please call me Ryan. ”

Ryan took off his top hat and nodded to Aunt Schultz.

"Oh!"

Auntie blinked, she put her hands in front of her apron and rubbed them unconsciously.

"Ryan, here's your message. ”

Ryan frowned.

He didn't have any friends, and even fewer knew his address.

Who will it be?

"Your cousin just came!"

Cousin?

James?

In the past, when James hid gambling debts and had nowhere to go, he would occasionally come to him.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the two is not bad, when he was a child, although James, who was a few years older than him, also bullied him, but when the teenager was bullied by other children, James would also stand up for him.

Ryan pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing.

He touched his nose and said with a smile.

"My cousin is here, what did he say?"

Aunt Scholz opened her mouth, but did not speak.

I can't seem to remember.

She smiled awkwardly at Ryan, turned her head, and yelled at Hammer Schultz, who didn't know what he was doing in the porter.

"Old man, come out!"

Hanmo Schultz, who was only in his thirties, but who looked like he was in his fifties, came out of the house, as always, with a sad expression on his face, even if he was smiling now, looking tired and anxious.

"What did Ryan's cousin say?"

Aunt Schultz yelled at Hammer.

Hammer Schultz raised his hand and rubbed his hair, looked at Ryan, and said weakly.

"He said, "He knows where the things you want today...... If you have time, go to him, and he will take you to get it, and he will probably spend some money to let you bring as much Louis as you can. ”

That's it!

Would James be so kind?

Bring more money?

Is it blackmail?

Ryan nodded and thanked the couple.

After that, go upstairs and enter the house.

......

One hundred and twenty!

After doing a hundred and twenty push-ups, Ryan felt a little sore in his arm and sweat on his body

He can still do it, and he can support it, and if he does his best, there is no problem with more than 150 push-ups, and he can complete it in less than three minutes, which is a completely different person compared to before.

When I woke up in the morning, I was exhausted after only doing about twenty push-ups.

In a short period of time, the strength has increased significantly.

Although I didn't test it carefully, my body's reaction speed and agility have mostly increased, and my sprint and burst speed are not the same as before, and I don't feel tired when I walk back.

All this is thanks to the mysterious golden book.

However, the launch of the Golden Book requires energy.

If it weren't for the mysterious illusion encountered in the cemetery, if it weren't for the golden book activating to devour that breath and convert it into golden light, with the assistance of that mysterious golden light, this can convert food into energy, and at the same time, it also enhances spiritual power.

How do you get energy?

By what means?

It's a conundrum!

The problem is that sometimes you may not wait for a rabbit, but a hungry wolf.

This world is too dangerous.

What's more, he doesn't know much about the Golden Book.

Counting on it all, relying on it blindly, is simply not advisable!

Taking a dry towel to wipe the sweat off his body, Ryan's eyes fell on the bed, the evening newspaper he bought was being thrown on the bed indiscriminately, and the top one was a police report.

It was a black and white photo.

The photo is relatively large and occupies a small half of the police report.

In a gloomy alley, a woman was lying on the ground with her face on the ground, her body was stiff, her posture was awkward, she was wearing a long skirt, her curly hair was fluffy, her hands were on the ground, and her fingers were curled, as if she was trying to grasp something.

Ryan had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This woman, this alley......

The evening newspaper said that this was the homicide that happened last night on Baker Street, which is located in the port area, with many bars and many street girls, and is a happy street that sailors like very much.

The woman was killed in the early hours of last night, but the specific cause of death and the circumstances of death were not revealed too much, and most of them were scolded and blamed.

There is a red rope tied to the woman's ankle, and there are more than ten women with such a dead appearance, which should be done by a serial murderer, and the evening newspaper also gave the murderer a nickname, the red rope killer.

Other words......

At that time, I was not having a nightmare, but my consciousness descended on the woman, and at that time, what would have happened if the consciousness had not fled before the woman was killed?

Unknowable!

Why is this happening?

The Golden Book?

Breathing?

Or is it a personal physical problem after the advent?

There are not many clues, no answers!