In the early morning of the port, there was a filthy smell everywhere.

Medieval towns always seem to be like this.

People splashed all kinds of mixed filth on the road from feces, urine, menstrual blood, and all kinds of dirt discharged at night.

But these are all good, the most disgusting and unacceptable fishmonger's market in the town.

The smell of the sea water was everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of dead fish and rotting fish offal.

Even on crowded streets, big black and shiny rats do not shy away from rummaging through the piles of garbage for food.

A bloated woman stands in front of a fish stall and expertly handles the fish that are being brought ashore.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach and lay down on the stall.

Her body trembled violently, exhaling vigorously, and her face showed an expression as if she had been constipated for more than ten days.

With both hands parting their legs at the maximum angle, a baby's wet head with mucus peeked out from under his crotch.

With a pop, she let out a low, comfortable growl, and the baby was excreted.

Skillfully picked up the steel knife on the table to scrape the scales and cut the umbilical cord that connected the body.

This is her fifth child, and she does it every time in front of this fish stall.

Every time it was stillborn or semi-stillborn, at night the mess would be shoveled into the river along with fish intestines and other organs.

Luckily, this time the newborn was robust and seemed to have a keen sense of smell.

He frowned at the stench that permeated him, and after three seconds of silence, he let out his first cry of the world.

"Wow~"

A loud cry catches the attention of the sheriff of the fish market, and he is saved.

……

……

"Gross!"

He sat up abruptly, acid pouring out of his stomach uncontrollably from his abdomen mixed with unidentified particles and undigested grass root bark.

There was residual vomit on his pants and on the plank bed.

The room was filled with a strong smell of fish, and a black iron pot in the middle was gurgling.

If you're not mistaken, there's probably a salmon boiling there.

This fishy smell, which he had been unusually repelled since birth, completely sobered him and became his permanent nightmare.

"You're awake!"

"I thought you were going to die, but I didn't expect to survive, it's a miracle."

There was a terrifying and hideous scar on his chest, which stretched from the front of his chest to his abdomen.

The wound seemed to have been soaked in seawater for a long time, and the white flesh was turning outward, and in some places it had suppurated.

He had no time to pay attention to the filth on his body, and once again closed his eyes and lay on the straw raised high under his head.

It's a miracle that he survived such a serious injury.

Or that the one who was really injured is dead!

The picture of the birth of the fish market just now is a fragment of the original owner's memory, which has been completely absorbed and digested by him at this time.

"Your birth was a tragedy."

"I was born so irresponsibly, like a bubble of, and then I was almost discarded like garbage."

If it weren't for the kind sheriff at the fish market, the original owner of this body would have died in the sewers.

He felt sympathy for the other party's plight.

It's a bad memory, perhaps triggered by the activation of the smell of the fish soup in the house.

"It's better to die than to get so painful!"

He thought like this, trying to make his heart feel less uneasy about his conscience about this body, which was a kind of self-hypnosis.

It may be able to reduce a lot of guilt that takes over the body.

Qi Mouwei.

The former director of the public security management department of a certain city, at the age of 40, is expected to enter the province, and it is the time for the spring breeze to be proud.

But I didn't expect to be reported by the rebellious son's real-name system, due to some unspeakable reasons.

In the end, he committed suicide by drinking bullets.

My wife died in childbirth, and now my son is a real orphan in the original world, and I don't know what kind of life he will start.

I thought that everything would end with one shot, but I accidentally crossed over to the deceased of this tragedy: Barcelona Romuel Morgan.

"Hey, are you dead?"

A pair of large, rough and calloused hands touched his head, and the movements were not gentle.

It's hard to imagine that this is a hand from a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.

The large sandpaper-like hand lines, the cocoons that are so hard that the face are so hard that it feels like a layer of skin can be taken off at any time.

He had no doubt that the strength of the other party's hand could easily crush his own head.

It's just that Morgan is sure that the other party will not do this.

Twenty years of officialdom and years of prostitution in the public security administration have already made him cunning.

When he lay down just now, he quietly scanned the room with his peripheral vision.

The steel pot on the stove by the window was bubbling with a delicious soup, which was also the reason for his nausea.

There must be fish soup in that cauldron.

If it weren't for the memory just now, Morgan would have drunk a large bowl of fish soup to replenish his weak body.

In the middle of the room was a larger stove, burning vigorously, taking up almost a third of the room, and the hearth shelf was unused.

The room was quite warm, even a little hot.

Morgan only glanced at it and remembered the features of the teenager's face, which he had accumulated over the years.

After all, if you want to arrest a criminal suspect and investigate the scene, you must have a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He only wore a pair of blue canvas shorts that had been washed to white, and his porcelain and well-proportioned muscles were not inferior to the big muscle bullies who came out of the gym.

It's a pity that the body is still a little thin, except for the muscles, only bones remain.

He was shirtless, with only an apron around his waist, and there were pitted on it, and there were signs of burning on the black and paste.

Beads of sweat ran down the jaw from the neck to the lean abdomen, and the whole body was bronzed.

The body is perfect, and the whole body is full of beauty.

He is about 1.85 meters tall, and his black hair like steel bars is stuck on the top of his head, which looks like a temper.

As for the speculation of the other party's age, it is completely based on his facial features.

The doll that does not match the body still has a touch of innocence on its face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and looks quite honest.

and delicate skin without wrinkles, which is completely the same age as his rebellious son.

Morgan didn't know why this era would forge an adolescent who was supposed to be studying into a steel man.

His large hands are simply exaggerated, and they are rougher and more powerful than those of the workers who have been on the job all year round, which is also his most striking feature.

Morgan was sure that the other party would not hurt anyone, he was already penniless and unclothed, so why save him if the other party wanted to hurt others.

I'm sure this is a bit of a warm-hearted lad.

So he lay back on the bed with peace of mind and quietly analyzed the information leaked to him at the scene.

Feeling the warmth of his big hand on his forehead, Morgan let out a faint "hum", and his body shrank down a little more, pretending to fall asleep again.

The reason why he didn't open his mouth was that although he could understand what the other party was saying and knew how to say it, he just couldn't say it.

This is a completely different language that I have never heard in my previous life, and it will be bad for you if you speak rashly, so it is better not to say it.

In the corner of the bedside hung a calendar that Morgan could read.

It reads: Haiyuan Calendar, 1506.

The boy picked up a rag to wipe the filth from the crotch of his pants that he had just vomited, and he didn't dislike it.

The room began to bang again, making a clanging sound, and everything was as usual.