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It stands to reason that it shouldn't be difficult to find someone who is doing public business in the underworld, because it is an obvious fact that if people are so troublesome with you that they can't contact you, then how can they do business with you? Originally—there was nothing wrong with that, but when Ed and Duroc Sr. actually started trying to find Jitter, they realized that things had changed, and it was a little different from what they had thought.

Old Duroc wasn't the Ground Snake at Bablyre Beach – he was the one who specialized in knocking the head of the Ground Snake with a bamboo pole. And this means that he knows all the territory here, and maybe even knows more than the land snake himself. Given his familiarity with the place, he should have been able to find little Jitter easily, but that wasn't the case.

Jrit's gone. Originally, an underground intelligence broker like him had several fixed points of contact in Bablore's underworld, so that people who wanted to find him could find him. But now all of these points of contact are empty, like a nest of snakes that have been visited by weasels.

This shows at least two things, one is that either this guy has known that someone is looking for him and has gone into hiding in advance, or he has been found and taken away by someone who doesn't know why. Neither of these two situations is good news for Ed and the others, but even so, the former situation is still a little better than the latter, because if Little Gitter is not taken away by someone else but hides himself, then at least he is still alive, and if it is the latter - God knows if the other party will keep him alive after getting the Toshiba he wants from this guy.

It's not good, it's not good, it's not fun at all, and old Duroc is a little annoyed. So then, he took Ed and began to "wander" around, and many forces in Bablore's underworld were in bad luck today.

Ed followed the old Duroc to many places, and the first stop was to break into three bars - to say that these three bars, you can't see anything on the surface, and you can't see anything when you go in, but then the old detective tells the second-rate detective that there is a common boss behind these three houses, and this boss was a little-known small businessman three years ago, until I don't know when he established a cooperative relationship with a small company called "Sagu Robb", and it suddenly soared in a short period of time. As for why this Sagu Rob has such a huge amount of energy? Because the company registrant behind it named "Haji" is himself one of the members of the Bablair Donfrie family.

Everyone knows who the giants of Bablair are, but this does not mean that they can monopolize all the business in the underground world of Bablore, just as the five major groups in the empty court will not monopolize the entire dark industry of Stuttgar, because the result of this can only be the destruction of the ecology and finally self-destruction. Diversity and competition are the key to market prosperity, the weak eat the strong, the survival of the fittest, the elimination of the weak are the strong, the survival of the strong.

But even so, most of those independent small groups have more or less secret connections with the Big Three, ambiguous and inextricable with each other, after all, Barblair Beach is still a little too small compared to the entire Stuttgard metropolis. They may not have a clear alliance with each other – although their superiors and subordinates are clear – but of course, they are closer to one of the Big Three. If certain "special circumstances" arise, they will, to a certain extent, be willing to play their part as comrades-in-arms on the united front. Of course, this has to pay off, otherwise, then next time they are real-life guys will have to think about more suitable collaborators.

Old Duroc took Ed to run all morning, saw the structure of the low-class social form in the local dark world of Bablore, dealt with various low-class dark social existences, and gradually established a relatively complete underground ecological distribution map of Babloil in his heart - how to say, although this place is not big, but it has a sense of vitality, a bit like a miniature version of the dark city of Stuttgar, a model version, it feels very wonderful and incredible.

Lions, hyenas, leopards, poisonous snakes, rhinoceros, hippos, crocodiles, jackals, vultures, elephants, honey badgers - and so on, whether collective or individual, civilized or dark, they together constitute a circle ecology in a corner of this huge city, constituting a complete and incomplete, warm and cruel, imbecile and efficient, incomprehensible but reasonable circular food chain, in which everyone occupies a position, plays a role, and has its own unique advantages, and the inevitable unique disadvantages.

"Wonderful universe, huh." Ed smiled and sighed, and glanced up at the floating city simulated sun, the sun that could not be seen with the naked eye, and was a real sun, "...... The starry sky of sin. ”

In the penultimate battle, Ed and Duroc Sr. go to an underground gambling agent. And here, they finally have a little clue. The economist said he hadn't seen Jr. for a long time and that he didn't know where he was. The only thing he knew about Jrit was that he had been in contact with Danton, the boss of Parry Street, before Jrit disappeared, and that there seemed to be some kind of deal between the two - and then, Jrit was never heard from again.

This can finally be regarded as a breakthrough clue that helps a little, because no matter what the situation ends up, there is still some hope, right? I hope this thing is very, very important, the most magical elixir that can make people feel powerful in any situation. After running for so long, after patiently talking to so many people who couldn't talk well, they were both a little tired, and what annoyed them the most was that the forces they visited in total were less than one-fifth of the total number of dark industries in the Underworld of Bablore—if they were to run all of them, it would take a few days at the earliest. It's too much.

So being able to make progress so quickly is really something to celebrate for Ed and Duroc Sr. They immediately rushed to the place the agent had mentioned, to the famous "Parry Street" in Barblair.

Even outsiders like Eddard, who knew only a little about Bablore, had heard of Parry Street. This small, unbustling, nondescript street is located in the northeastern corner of Bablore, and a short distance east is the Barblair Inland Sea. And the reason why this street is famous is that it is the "street of wanderers" with the largest concentration of urban homeless people in Bablair - all the buildings on the street, there are no ordinary residents, and there are no vendors, all are wanderers, all are homeless. This is the home of the homeless, the wanderers who have no place to live in the city, no regular income, and who are like ants in all corners of the shadows, where they can easily find some kind of warm nest, to find food for their stomachs, and clothes that may not be new, very gorgeous, very high-end, but absolutely warm. Especially in such a cold and snowy winter, Parry Street has become the most precious refuge for the homeless, as great as Noah's ark.

And the organizer here is the leader of the Bablore area nomad organization, "Toothless" Danton, who is said to have such a nickname, not because he really has a tooth, but because the gap between the two innermost teeth is too large, which looks like a tooth, so he got it.

Old Duroc was unfamiliar with this place, and it was clear that he didn't like it either. Along the way with Eddard, he was visibly subjective in detailing Parry Street and the situation there, so Ed had a reservation about everything he said. He memorized everything old Duroc had ever said, but to say he didn't believe it — wait until later.

Then he realized that he had done the right thing, and that Parry Street was indeed different from other criminal organizations in the city. Old Duroc, who was as ferocious as a tiger, was deflated for the first time here - he was held up and thrown out by the big brother named Cole. The other party's attitude is unusually clear.

"Fuck off, strip. Son, stay away from here – you're not welcome on Parry Street! ”

“……”

Ed stood next to the car, leaning against the front of the car, pushed his glasses, and clasped his hands to his chest to watch the farce. He's like an outsider who doesn't care about himself, watching some old-school gangster movie like he falls to the ground and kicks three times. The difference is that this is not a movie, though.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced around. They didn't even go into the streets of Parry Street now, and were stopped here at the viaduct next to the entrance. There are a lot of wanderers gathered here, all hiding from the snow under the bridge and baking fires around the oil drums. Now they all gathered around, around him and the old Duroc's car, and of course the older Duroc and the big brother named Cole in the middle, but they all kept a considerable distance. They all seem to know Cole, and the big brother seems to be acting as a janitor in this part of Parry Street, dealing with any issues related to getting in and out of Parry Street.

And the problem he's dealing with now is old Duroc - he doesn't allow this old strip. The Son enters the territory of their wanderers.

Now that's interesting. Ed stood at the very edge along with the wanderers around him, looking at the old Duroc and the big brother Cole in the middle. He wanted to see how the grumpy old detective was trying to solve the problem in front of him.

And then unexpectedly and reasonably - after the old Duroc got up from the ground, he rushed forward and punched the big brother.