"Joyce, that looks like a kid!"

In the dark corridor of the apartment, Elena heard a faint murmur, followed the direction of the cold wind, and vaguely found the little girl standing in the door of the room.

"Squeak!"

Just as Joyce stopped Elena and frightened the little girl, a door opened in a room on the second floor of the apartment.

"Is Borg back?"

A slightly old and frail female voice came from the open room.

Seeing the old woman with a log appear, Joyce hesitated for a moment, but walked towards the old woman's room first.

"This lady, I'm Joyce Rupert, and you can use me as a police detective for the case of Lady Sarah's disappearance. Joyce pondered the words as she approached the old woman.

"Hello Mr. Dear Detective......"

The old woman's hearing was okay, and she couldn't help but panic, not knowing what to say to Joyce.

"Madam, do you recognize the family with the door open, can you take me over to see it, I hope you understand, I am afraid that the child will be frightened by the rash contact. Joyce was gentle to the old woman.

"Okay, I'll take Mr. Detective over, Zinedin has been sitting on the balcony for a long time, hoping that Mr. Detective can help him. The old woman on crutches was also quite anxious.

"Grandpa. ”

Led by the old woman, Joyce and Elena entered the room where the little girl was, still murmuring in her mouth.

"It's such a cold day, you have to close the door quickly. ”

Joyce deliberately spoke so that the old woman and the girl would not be afraid.

After Elena closed the door, although the biting cold wind was lighter, the small apartment room was still very cold.

Joyce found a match and a small candle to light it, because the balcony door was open, and the candle could not be lit, so he could only put the candle in the corner of the table on the inside to let the room have some light.

"How are you, sir?"

On the balcony, Joyce looked at an old man who was drooling and had no blood on his face, and tried to help him.

"I can't move, stool, I'll walk by myself little by little. The old man could not speak clearly, but he did not let Joyce help him.

Seeing the old man leaning over the stool in front of him, as if he was leaning on the stool for support, Joyce still helped him.

"Zinedin may have been sitting outside for three or four hours, and when I found him, he couldn't move, and he wouldn't let him help, and I couldn't move him, so I had to help him get a stool......," the old woman with a cane, and her voice was also weak.

The old man, who had grabbed the stool with difficulty, was quite strong, relying on the support of the stool, standing up little by little, and moving slowly into the room.

"Don't say three or four hours, this kind of weather will freeze outside in ten or twenty minutes!" Joyce let go of his hand slightly, watching the old man move himself.

In Joyce's view, the drooling old man should be the sequelae of cerebral infarction, cerebral hemorrhage, etc., simply put, hemiplegia.

In the small room, Elena had already put down her purse, took the shivering little girl in her arms, and rubbed her wide rags with her hands.

From what the little girl of six or seven years old was wearing, Joyce concluded that she had no clothes of her own.

And the little girl's condition is not good, her right hand is as tight as a chicken claw, and she is constantly trembling and shivering, not entirely because of freezing.

"This may be a manifestation of congenital hypoplasia, cerebral palsy. Joyce took a secret breath and stepped out of the balcony door.

A flat bed occupies almost half of the room, and it is very inconvenient to stand people.

"Click!"

Before the old man could move into the room completely, the slightly anxious key door opened the room, and a man with patches on his clothes hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

"You guys!"

I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw the people in the room, the man carrying a small bag of broken black bread.

"Borg, these two are detectives, and they're here to ask about Sarah's disappearance. It was the old woman's weak words that relieved the man's doubts.

"Did Sarah find it?"

Hearing the old woman's words, the man even forgot the etiquette to the detective and asked anxiously and with concern.

"Not yet, your wife has been missing for more than twenty days, and we are here to tell you that there is little hope of finding you. Joyce's heart was extremely uncomfortable, but his expression was very determined.

"I can't find it!"

The man in his clothes, who was sewing and mending, was devastated, and the broken bread bag in his hand slipped to the ground, and his mouth kept muttering to himself.

Elena didn't blame the man for coming back late, and she didn't say anything about Joyce's bluntness, she had seen too much grief since she grew up in the slums.

For such a difficult family, the disappearance of the hostess must be a great blow.

In the cold late autumn, the man who returned home had not yet dried the blood and fish water on his clothes, and Joyce and Elena could see that he was working hard to keep the family afloat.

If you don't have a job, you will lose even a basic living income, not to mention that you can't pay the rent in your apartment, and the remaining family of three will starve to death.

In Elena's opinion, not letting men hold unnecessary illusions and trying to accept the reality may be the best choice for the family of three in front of her, although this reality is extremely cruel.

It was only when the old man moved back to the house with the help of a stool that Joyce closed the door to the small balcony.

"Mr. Borg, we sympathize with the disappearance of your wife, Sarah, but hope you will cheer up, after all, life has to go on. Joyce took Elena's purse, pulled out a gold bill from it, and placed it on the table.

"Dear Mr. Detective, we can't take your money. The man who came back to his senses was at a loss, and he didn't expect Joyce to come up with a gold luo, which was already a lot of money for a poor family like them.

"If you have any difficulties in the future, you can also go to 131 Golden Rose Street, my name is Joyce Rupert. Joyce forced a smile into his face.

Without saying anything more to the man in his patches, Joyce looked at the little girl in Elena's arms, who had already opened the door and walked out.

"Even if one gold is left, the family will be shattered!" After a while, Elena left the apartment and entered the carriage to see Joyce sitting with her eyes closed.

The carriage slowly headed for First Avenue in the Burjohn district, and the atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat oppressive.

"Aren't you going anywhere else?"

It was only at this moment that Elena realized that the case of the successive disappearances of the street girls might not be simple.

"No, I won't. ”

Joyce's answer was clear, just one came and it was already an unbearable burden for him.

"Joyce, you should be used to it, after all, this is not a street in the slums, compared to a dozen people crammed into a hut, a family of three can rent a room in an apartment, which is very good. Elena had a sense of comfort for Joyce.

"Yes, the hard winter is coming again. ”

Joyce opened her eyes and sighed.

"There are too many poor people, and even if those powerful people scatter their wealth, they can only help for a while. Elena shook her head.

"Can that little girl be cured?"

Joyce asked as she looked at Elena, uncertain.

Cerebral palsy is almost impossible to cure, and can only be treated through rehabilitation to improve motor function and intelligence as much as possible, but Joyce feels that the mysterious ability of this world may give little girls a chance to regain their lives in terms of promoting self-healing.

"The Goddess of Life and the Church of Radiance can heal that little girl, but the process is not easy, and even with the help of ritual secret methods. Elena just gave a reply, but it was not optimistic.

"Elvin Jarvis of the Task Force seems to have the ability to pass the Radiant Church, and the captain said before that he can perform healing techniques. Joyce thought of the youth of the squad.

Joyce never thought that there was anything hateful about poor people, and it was clear from the man who was called Borg that he was a very honest man.

Poverty limits one's imagination, and when a difficult life improves significantly, some people become untouchable.

Joyce didn't say anything more until the rental carriage arrived at the bungalow at 46 Abby Cross Street.

Originally, Joyce wanted to go to Rossi Surgical Hospital to see Angela, but after seeing the situation at Mr. Borg's house, he didn't want to add to his negative emotions.

"You're back. ”

Teressa, who was reading a book in the living room, saw Joyce and Elena come in and greeted them with a smile.

"Teressa, I'm sorry I didn't fulfill my promise for the morning. Joyce smiled apologetically at the white-haired girl.

"It's okay, I cooked chicken soup, if you're hungry, you can go to the kitchen and eat it. Teresa smiled softly.

"I changed my clothes and went to the basement. ”

Joyce's reluctant smile wasn't exactly fake.

"Because of the continuous disappearance of the street girl, he is not in a good mood. Elena stayed in the living room and whispered to Teressa.

"In the MI, you are often exposed to things that are difficult to face, so you just need to get used to it. Teresa didn't care too much about Joyce's mood, but was a little curious about the mysterious trait he had obtained.

Joyce went upstairs to change into his overalls and properly hide his passbook before going downstairs with a pistol, a lock coffin, a key tray, and a bag.

"It's still not very convenient for Teresa to live here, and now that the three of them are on the day shift, it's convenient to return to the protection and monitoring of the bungalow. Joyce went to the basement and sighed in her heart.

The basement was set up, and Joyce sat cross-legged on the stone slab for a while, not moving, he was watching Sean Redmay of the Iron Blood Society through the strange ability of his left eye.

"The Iron Will can't be finished. ”

Joyce didn't think this way because of the difficulty of accessing the Borgs.

In the name of MIA, when it was difficult to use the Iron Blood, Joyce wondered if he could use the strange ability of his left eye to find an opportunity to smack Sean Redmay.

"It's pretty much what I guessed. ”

Joyce discovers that in a room at the Iron Will, a woman with a smoking addiction was dragged to bed not long after begging Shaun Redmay for a cigarette.

"This is absorbing the essence of yin qi!"

For the woman who was addicted to smoking, who was thrown to the top of the tide of desire again and again, her skin began to become gray and saggy, and even had a state of aging, Joyce thought of the saying of picking supplements and Ding Furnace.