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What kind of place is Parry Street? Well, that's a very easy question to answer, but it's hard to answer clearly.

Parry Street is a small, bustling, and inconspicuous neighborhood northeast of Barblair Beach, located in the northeast corner of the downtown area of Barblair, and further east is the Barblair Inland Sea. It is the "Street of Wanderers" with the largest concentration of urban homeless people in Barblair, and it is the headquarters of the homeless organization that does not exist in every urban area, and it is the "home" of homeless people. Especially in the bitter winter season of freezing weather and heavy snowfall, Parry Street, where it is easy to find warm accommodation, good food, and clothes that may not be new, very flashy, or very high-end, but absolutely warm, is like Noah's ark for homeless people.

However, if Ed were to say that even if the street was really an ark, it must have been second-hand when the wanderers bought it from Noah. And Noah himself should have a better one.

Absolutely. Parry Street itself is a broken block with an entrance, and although there are many buildings and all kinds of buildings, all of them seem to have been uninhabited for more than ten years, or have not been completely completed at all. But at a glance, it can be seen that it is the wanderers who go in and out of these buildings, and there is no real and absolutely private little territory, and the state of life reminds Ed of the several interstellar dead cities he has encountered in the universe before that have become living post-apocalyptic styles because of war, and only a few survivors are still surviving and stubbornly surviving.

Of course, this is not the first time Ed has come into contact with homeless people in the city, he has dealt with homeless people when he first came to Stuttgar, and he was very, very poor, and three wanderers lurking in the alley tried to snatch the cake he used for lunch, but the four of them turned the cake into a flatbread sticking to the ground during the fight, and Ed, who was angry, beat the three of them violently. It was the first time he had really moved his body since he arrived in Stuttgar.

The homeless people on Parry Street actually felt the same way as the homeless people Ed met at the time, but there was still a slight difference. Ed was sure that there was no "command class" in the world of the nomads he had encountered at that time.

Danton, the first man Ed had ever met to make old Duroc embarrassed by the meeting, sat behind the table.

He was a middle-aged fat man, not too fat, just the kind of hard and dense black hair with a slightly round belly, a slightly larger face, and a layer of hard and dense black hair on the top of his head, which was almost an inch high...... In short, he is a fat man. He sat on his throne. Although Ed didn't think he should say that, but with that man's posture and his exaggerated chair, he was sure that the guy was definitely treating himself like some kind of king.

He turned his head to look at Old Duroc, who was sitting on the couch with a long face and a gloomy gaze. Although the sofa looked very shabby and not very clean, looking at the appearance of old Duroc, it seemed that it was still very comfortable to sit on.

Ed himself did not sit down, but stood aside with his hands folded, pursed his lips and frowned, silent as a statue. Old Duroc told him not to speak, and left everything to him, but Old Duroc himself has not said a word until now, leaving Ed to stand there and wait. Ed's patience was losing to the main story, and he was starting to get tired of old Duroc's tricks.

Pondering in his heart, Ed glanced at the others in the room.

No, it can't be counted as a room at all. What is this place? This is underground, a temporary base that seems to be transformed from a node of an underground tunnel, with some furniture, some candles, some colored lights, and some ornaments that look gorgeous at first glance, full of vulgarity and gaudy atmosphere. When brought into the underground space through an entrance that resembles an underground parking lot, Ed thought they were trying to kill himself and the old detective.

Wait patiently, wait patiently. Ed had been waiting for five minutes.

But it's clear that the other two people here who can actually talk are more patient than he is. One of them was sitting on the couch like a boxer resting after a boxing match, his eyes half-open and breathing steadily, while the other sat on the huge high-backed chair in the middle of the largest wall in the subterranean space—yes, the one that felt like a throne—and carefully cut his nails.

The guy kept his head down, tending to his fingers like a cat slave with a kitten in his arms, never lifting his head at all from beginning to end. His nails seemed to be half a meter long, and he was doing his work millimeter by millimeter. If necessary, he could stay until dark without lifting his big fat head.

There seemed to be some kind of game going on between the two of them, but Ed wasn't going to play with them. He walked over to the couch and, before old Duroc could react, lifted his leg and kicked him to the ground.

"Hey!"

Old Duroc didn't expect Eddard's trick at all. He sat on the ground, winked at Eddard, and raised his hand with a look of "what the hell". The fat king on the throne finally swept his gaze at this point, and it seemed that the little farce that had happened here had succeeded in attracting a trace of his attention.

"What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?" Ed almost stepped on Old Duroc's crotch, "I don't think we're here to help you find a place to sleep, if you really want to find a place to sleep or at least find a better place to sleep?" ”

"Shut up, detective, just stand and watch. I know what to do. ”

"I really wish you knew what to do." Ed crouched down and approached Old Duroc, the clear lenses reflecting the swaying light in the space, "You've got a mouth, detective, so use it to say something—or I'll do it for you." ”

Ed wasn't kidding. He felt that if he didn't do something now, I'm afraid that the two guys Old Duroc and Toothless Dandong would really be able to wait until the half-meter-long nails were cut and consumed until dark.

The old detective glared at Ed. Then he stood up, patted the dirt on his body and the wrinkles on his clothes, and collapsed back on the couch. Ed looked at him and lifted his leg again, but Old Duroc raised a hand before he was kicked to the ground again.

"Maybe you can't understand this, detective," said the old detective, turning his head in the direction he didn't know, without looking at Ed or Danton behind him, "but tell the fat man over there that he doesn't know that respectful behavior must pay the price!" ”

"Hmmm......"

"I don't know respect?"

The man on the throne looked up—for the first time, Ed heard his voice, a deep, heavy, bulldozer-like voice peculiar to a fat, muscular man. The ruler of Parry Street, the nomadic king of Bablore, finally opened his mouth and finally spoke.

"That friend over there," Danton put down the nail clippers in his hand, and pointed in Ed's direction through the air, and then turned his head in the other direction after Ed looked over, just the opposite of old Duroc, "Please tell that impolite detective over there that a vicious cop who pulls out a gun against a poor unarmed vagrant and violently enforces the law is not qualified to talk to me about 'respect'." Let him die! ”

"Oh huhu—I can't pretend I didn't hear that," said old Duroc, holding out a hand and holding up a finger, "please tell the self-righteous Lord over there that it was his 'poor unarmed vagrant' friend who did it to me first......"

"Did I say you mean it?"

Ed interrupted the hilarious argument. He frowned, glanced at Old Duroc, then at Dandong with a tooth, and finally shook his head helplessly. He wasn't going to play with the two of them anymore.

He turned around and walked straight to Dandong. Some of the other wanderers around were immediately alert when they saw this scene, but Dandong stretched out a hand at this time, signaling his subordinates not to act rashly. He looked at Eddard and watched him walk in front of him step by step—not a few steps in total, in fact.

"We want to inquire about someone with you," Ed said, crisply, without any nonsense, "'Golden Screwdriver' Git - do you know where he is?" ”

"Oh...... Git, Jr. Jit. Dandong looked at the man in front of him wearing glasses and a jacket, raised his head, spoke in an exaggerated tone, and nodded slowly, "I know this name, I've heard of this name - I seem to know this person." ”

"Then you should know that he is now gone, and no one can find him." Ed said, in a casual and direct voice, "I heard you were the last person to see him." Do you know where he is now? ”

"He's gone?" The fat man seemed surprised, but anyone could tell that he was deliberately making himself look surprised, in other words, he wasn't surprised at all, "I wouldn't say that, friend." I don't think he's gone, I think he's hidden. And maybe you don't know – but there's a reason why a person wants to hide, and all he wants is not to be found. ”

"We have something to look for him. If you know where he is, we want you to let us know. ”

"But why would I do that?" Danton asked, smiling like a politician with a decade of seniority.

“……”

"I'll tell you why." Just then, old Duroc emerged from behind Ed, walked to his side with a strained face, and stared into the fat man's eyes, "You tell us what we want, and I won't throw your 'poor defenseless vagrant' in cold storage for ten years for assaulting the police - what do you think of this proposal?" ”