Luckily, I was able to buy the important adult resident registration form before the staff of the residents' association got off work.

Fang Yin, who returned to the market, was stunned for a second when he saw the scene in front of him.

The market was full of people coming and going, and although it wasn't to the point of rubbing shoulders, it was a world away from before she left the market.

She had only been gone for a few minutes or so, and the staff at the window seemed to be preparing for work and sorting out some things when she bought the registration form, so Fang Yin waited for her for a while.

I didn't expect to come back to the market and see such a lively scene.

However, it is also normal that the time is about 6 o'clock, and most of the residents get off work at this time, come back from the commercial area of the upper block or the industrial area of the lower block, and go back to their homes in the lower block through the market.

Fang Yin made his way through the crowd and walked all the way to the fish stall near the exit of the market.

"3 copper coins? It's too expensive...... "In front of the stall, a woman with brown hair tied behind her head was haggling with the fisherman.

Fang Yin didn't bother, and quietly stood aside and waited quietly.

The last three fish were sold for half a copper coin, five small gray paper tickets.

In addition to bulky copper, silver, and gold coins, there were also such banknotes, which were less valuable than copper coins and only circulated in places like the lower blocks.

Nonetheless, it is also a currency recognized by the nation of Okpelo.

"How's it going, have you bought the registration form?" The fisherman sold all the fish and was in a good mood to ask Fang Yin while packing up his things.

I remember that he packed his things late last night, and today's business is really good. Fang Yin thought about this in his heart, and replied, "Well, thanks to you, thank you very much." ”

Fang Yin bowed her head again, expressing her gratitude to the fisherman.

"Don't worry, I had times when it was very difficult like yours, and there were people who reached out to me at that time." The fisherman picked up the basket, took the rod, and smiled.

Fang Yin nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, I have to go back, my wife and children are still waiting for me at home. They must be glad to be home early today. With a happy smile on his face, the fisherman turned and walked into the crowd.

Fang Yin watched the fisherman's figure disappear, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to ask his name.

With such a kind and generous person, Fang Yin would love to make such a friend.

"Forget it, he'll be here tomorrow." Mentally planning to ask again tomorrow, Fang Yin walked home with the registration form in his arms.

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Lower Lager Street, in a sparsely populated alley next to Tramp Street.

An empty fishing basket that had been dumped on the ground, a cloth bag that had been turned upside down, a wet cloth that could be found everywhere, and a long wooden fishing rod.

There were also two beige coarse grain cakes next to the fishing rod, all soaked in a pool of blood.

Next to him, a young man lying on the ground, his eyes wide with horror fixed on his face forever.

Looking at this horrific murder scene, Roman Davide, who was standing at the forefront of several police officers in dark blue uniforms, took off his police officer hat and stared at the two bloodstained coarse grain cakes.

Today, a girl was carrying two such cakes in the public security management office, and when she saw herself, she quickly stuffed them into her blouse......

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Fang Yin returned home, but Misha hadn't returned yet. She plans to take advantage of this time to write a plan to be handed over to Captain Roman.

She walked to the back room, removed the planks of the "table", and rummaged through the boxes. She remembered that she had a notebook at home, and as for the pen, Fang Yin planned to borrow it from a neighbor.

Laboriously removing the wooden box above, as expected, a notebook with yellowed paper was found from the wooden box underneath.

It seems that this notebook was brought back by my mother, saying that I was going to let my sister, who was 12 years old at the time, go to school, but the mother suddenly fell seriously ill and the matter was over.

Sitting down at the table, Fang Yin flipped through his notebook.

She saw all kinds of patterns scribbled on the notebook, some places with a pen, some places seemed to want to draw some simple circles, but there was only one arc, and then all of them were painted in a ball. In some places, the paper was scratched due to excessive force, and there was a crumpled hole in the scratched place.

There are only two pages of the pattern, and there is a blank space at the end.

"This is Misha's drawing?" Fang Yin remembered that there was a time when Misha liked to hold a notebook and write something in the corner with the quill pen her mother made for her.

Mi Yin is not a curious person either, so Fang Yin does not have these depressing pictures in his memory.

As for the quills, they were taken to the market by Mischa after his mother left and exchanged for a bruise cube.

Turning the notebook to the last page, Fang Yin walked out of the room and came to the door next door.

There was a knock on the door twice, and soon someone opened the door.

Although the window of this house was open, Fang Yin did not go to the window to check like Mi Yin before, but knocked on the door directly. Because she didn't think it was polite.

"Miss Miyin, what's the matter?"

The door was opened by a middle-aged woman with vegetable leaves on her teeth as she spoke.

Fang Yin hesitated for a moment, a little confused about the neighbor calling her name, but she really had no memory of Miyin's surname.

"Good evening, Mrs. Carter." Fang Yin quickly retracted his thoughts and focused his gaze on the other party's face, "I'm here to borrow a quill, I need to write something." ”

"Write something?!" Mrs. Carter seemed very surprised, and she looked at Miyin for a moment, and felt that there was something different about Miyin.

"You can write...... Mrs. Carter sighed as she went to get the quill.

“…… Wait a minute! Fang Yin was reminded by Mrs. Carter that Mi Yin couldn't write. She preconceived that she could write Chinese, so she did not consider that the world does not use Chinese at all.

Yongxia Wen Fangyin didn't even know a word.

When I went to the upper block in the afternoon, the reason why I knew that it was a street sign on Rag Street was because my mother took the sisters to recognize the way.

Mother told them that this sign was the dividing line between the poor and the ordinary. At that time, Mi Yin didn't understand what her mother meant, but she memorized the street sign at her mother's request.

"I suddenly remembered that I had something to do, so I won't write......" Fang Yin felt very embarrassed, and hurriedly said goodbye to Mrs. Carter.

I can only dictate it to Captain Roman tomorrow, I hope he doesn't mind.

Fang Yin sighed helplessly, seeing Misha walking towards him.

"Xiaoyin, what are you doing at Mrs. Carter's house?" Misha carried the basket with a puzzled expression.

Fang Yin pretended to be out for a walk and said very casually: "No, I'm just walking around outside." ”

She remembered that Misha didn't like going to her neighbor's house.

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