Ten minutes later, Reginald came out of the zoo's duty room, already dressed in a change of clothes.

"When you get to the slums, you can rest assured, the spies don't dare to go in alone now." The old administrator grabbed Reginald, who was about to leave, and said, "You are a new face, and when you enter the slums, your own people will interrogate you, that is the underground organization, you should know the code." ”

Reginald nodded, then asked curiously, "Don't you know this?" ”

"I'm just an administrator, bad old man, how can I know the code of those young people. Let's go, it's time for the police officers on night patrol to change shifts, and they are at their least enthusiastic. ”

Reginald was just about to leave, but remembered that his parachute was still with the old man, so he turned back and asked, "Will my parachute cause any trouble?" ”

The old man grinned: "No, I will cut him into cloth immediately, and take him home to make a few clothes for my grandchildren, the children grow up fast, last year's clothes can no longer be worn, and now the cloth is so expensive, I am worried that there is no fabric for them to make winter clothes." ”

After saying that, the old man waved his hand and motioned for Reginald to leave.

Reginald then turned and strode towards the side door of the zoo.

Once out of the door, Reginald walked briskly down the street according to the schematic diagram that the old man had just drawn for him, he was a pilot, and he was very good at memorizing maps and landmarks, even if it was just a simple map drawn in a few minutes, it was enough for him.

What's more, the old man also carefully told him about the markers that he should be able to see when he made every turn.

Reginald walked all the way, admiring the streets of London, and sure enough, as the old man said, the neighborhood around the zoo was clean and tidy, the buildings on both sides looked magnificent, and the occasional pedestrian was well-dressed, and there was no trace of war at all.

Reginald passed by what could have been a club or a salon, and at the entrance of the salon stood several young gentlemen and their female companions, their identities clearly evident in their clean blazers and lavish long skirts. Reginald didn't know what these people were doing in front of the club so early - maybe they spent the whole night in the building last night?

Reginald turned left after seeing the first mailbox - all as the old man said. After turning the corner, he noticed that there were many people gathered in the street.

The men, all dressed in shabby, patched clothes and haggard faces, craned their necks and looked at the door of a small three-story building on the side of the road. Reginald saw a woman in a long skirt in the group, her skirt design was exactly the same as the aristocratic lady Reginald had just seen at the door of the club, but the whole skirt did not have the slightest sense of glossiness, probably because the helpless and anxious expression of the woman wearing it dragged down the clothes.

Reginald couldn't help but imagine that this woman was a middle-class wife, who had lived a life before the war and could occasionally attend one or two well-appointed social balls, and that she might have exhausted her coquettish means to beg her husband to buy such a long dress with a month's salary. But now, her life has been destroyed, her husband may be in the military, and although she took out her treasured dress when she came to the rich area, she did not have time to make her face look like it.

Reginald had mixed feelings for a while, because he knew that the bombing of the army he was serving for was the cause of this qiē in front of him. Although I knew that the bombing and blockade would make life difficult for the people, I saw this poor middle-class woman-

Just as Reginald sighed, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

The door to the house that everyone had been staring at opened open, and the maids came out with large barrels. Reginald couldn't help but slow down, wanting to see what was going on.

The crowd surged forward, and a maid in charge of maintaining order shouted: "Don't squeeze don't squeeze, today we have prepared several large vats of soup, and we have made a lot of bread, and everyone will have it." ”

It seemed that the rich man was going to distribute food to the people, but before Reginald could praise the rich man's generosity, a jeweled lady appeared in front of the window on the second floor of the small building. She pressed her hand to the windowpane, looking down at the poor people waiting for handouts below, as if she were the queen of King's Landing.

Reginald suddenly lost his desire to praise this nobleman, and he couldn't help but think of the ideological education that the political commissioners must do before each flight.

They said: "There are already huge problems in British society, and our actions have only exacerbated them." Although our bombardment and blockade have put the British people in a difficult situation, they will also make them see the line between the aristocracy and themselves. They will know that these superior people, who have no worries about food and clothing, are their enemies. ”

Reginald usually scoffed at these propaganda propaganda, believing that it was just a precautionary shot for the pilots to prevent them from doubting the righteousness of the German operation when they saw the current situation in Britain after they were shot down. But seeing this scene now, Reginald can't help but think that maybe the political commissioners are right.

At the same time, Reginald could not help but slander the British aristocracy, did they not know that such a high-ranking charity could not make the people grateful? Even if they were to give alms, they should not be dressed in fine clothes and stand on the second floor looking down on the poor people receiving alms, and if the hostess herself had changed into a modest skirt and personally came to the door to distribute soup and bread to the poor, it would have given a completely different impression.

As he walked, Reginald observed the expressions of the poor people who had been given alms, desperate and angry, some of them were indeed grateful for the food, but many more were yelling, either asking the maid for more soup and bread, complaining about something unclean in the bread, or simply venting.

Reginald sighed quietly.

In the Middle East, Reginald learned an old Chinese proverb from his Chinese comrades: "Zhumen stinks wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road", which, according to the Chinese pilot surnamed Mao, is often a prelude to the change of dynasties in society.

Now Reginald has smelled the change of dynasty in England.

He looked up at the sky, and it might not be long before the British NERV branch would deliver the words that were regarded as holy words and oracles among pan-humanists.

-- The air was trembling, as if the sky was burning.