Back in the house where No. 21 was located, there was no middle-aged woman in the living room.

Because there was also a bathroom in his room, Fang Yin said goodbye to Daisy and went back to the room directly.

"Miyin."

Fang Yin was about to get some clothes to take a shower when she suddenly heard Misha's voice calling out to her.

"Ahh Fang Yin replied casually and opened the wardrobe to rummage for clothes.

Suddenly she turned to the clothes she had worn on Lager Street, and she was a little puzzled.

Why the hell am I going to buy so many clothes on the block?

"When are we going back to Lager Street?"

Misha's question made Fang Yin a little confused. If you live well here, why go back to that poor Rugh Street?

"Wait until the bad guys get caught." Fang Yin replied absentmindedly.

After saying that, she still took out the clothes she had worn on Lag Street before, threw them on the bed, and asked, "What's the matter, aren't you happy living here?" ”

Misha immediately shook her head, was silent for a while, and turned to look at the room that the police had prepared for her, with a worried expression: "It's very good here, it's very good." You have everything, and you won't go hungry. But it's so good, so good that it scares me, and I'm afraid it's going to go away soon. ”

Misha turned around and looked at Fang Yin: "Rag Street is different, because of poverty, because life is difficult, so I don't have to worry about being more miserable than that, and I won't be afraid of losing that difficult life." ”

"Miyin, let's go back."

Misha's expression was sincere, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

When Fang Yin heard this, he was stunned for more than ten seconds.

"What do you mean to be so good that she is scared?" Fang Yin watched Mixia slowly change from skinny to normal because she didn't have to go out to dig wild vegetables during this time, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Is this a long and hard life, and suddenly it is much better than before, so there is no sense of security?

"Misha, we're not going back." Fang Yin suddenly made a decision in his heart, "I want to make a lot of money in Leslesa!" I'm going to keep you doing as well as you are now, no! Better than now! ”

After saying this, Fang Yin suddenly remembered the fact that "this is just a game".

The expression on Misha's face was happy for a while, and he was worried for a while: "Are you going to do those dangerous businesses again?" ”

"Hmm...... Maybe do something else? "For example, touching porcelain?

"Hmm!" Misha nodded vigorously, "I can work too!" I have proof of adult resident status! ”

Fang Yin touched Misha's head, feeling like a sister.

Actually, it's true, Mi Yin is younger than her, but her real age is 21 years old.

Watching Misha rummage through the luggage in the closet, Fang Yin went straight into the bathroom.

The water in this house is connected to the water pipes from the cistern on the roof and then flows through the pipes from the taps throughout the house.

Because Leslsa is a rain city, there is never a shortage of rainwater resources.

After taking a shower and washing off the smell of sweat on his body, Fang Yin changed into clean clothes.

Back in the room and threw himself on the bed, Fang Yin was very relaxed.

A soft mattress that I haven't seen for a long time......

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In the next few days, Fang Yin would go out to "touch porcelain" during the day, sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing.

But the sympathy value is still growing.

Her idea is very simple, although she is now more and more proficient in touching porcelain, but at this rate, if she wants to gain five billion sympathy, she doesn't know that it will take until the Year of the Monkey.

So the top priority is to get 1,000 sympathy points, and then let the thumb change the system for yourself.

According to my current sympathy value of about 100 per day, it will take two more days to reach the goal!

As long as it is in the upper block, there is no worry about touching the porcelain target. Most of the residents of the upper block do not take the residents of the lower block seriously, and the obvious class division has led to a growing gap between prices and the rich and the poor on the upper and lower streets.

But there are also occasional righteous people, and this is where Fang Yin's sympathy value comes from.

Fang Yin stood on a street far from the Poker Street Police Station. It's not downtown, but it's bustling.

It's a café in front of the door. On weekend afternoons, the café is not overcrowded, but it is already full of customers.

Fang Yin wore the clothes used to "touch porcelain" and did not wash them deliberately, and before going out, he used the mud in the green belt at the entrance of the witness reserve to paste his face, making him look dirty and gray.

If it weren't for the fact that she had eaten too well in the police canteen recently, causing her skinny body to gradually grow flesh, she wouldn't have had to do this disguise at all.

She didn't enter the café, just stood under the eaves outside the door. It's raining outside, dripping, and the raindrops aren't heavy.

Soon, she saw her target, a well-dressed man in the prime of life, dressed in expensive materials and neatly combed with a large back.

At first glance, he looks like a very cultured man.

But when he saw a special carriage for the viscount passing by, he couldn't help but show a look of envy on his face.

When the noble carriage left, Fang Yin keenly caught the man's disdainful gaze towards her, and immediately targeted him.

The real nobles will not embarrass Fang Yin, so most of Fang Yin's targets are these people.

They have no one in their eyes, but they are only residents of the upper block, at most nobles with very low titles.

They tend to bully others, and basically every time they meet people in the next block, they make very disgusting expressions as if they see garbage.

can see that people with real prominent identities will whisper again, as if their identities have changed, and they have become those disgusting garbage.

The noblely dressed man slowly walked up to Fang Yin, and without looking at Fang Yin, he was about to enter the café.

Fang Yin squeezed in and was directly tripped to the ground by the man.

"Damn...... Where did the untouchables come from! The man slapped his clothes in a dismal manner, as if there was something unclean on his clothes.

Fang Yin sat on the ground and didn't get up. Seeing that the noblely dressed man didn't seem to have any desire to pursue it, Fang Yin hurriedly got up.

As soon as he saw that the man was about to enter the café, Fang Yin would squeeze in at the right time.

After all, the door of this café is set up to allow only one person to pass through, and even if Fang Yin is thin, he can easily stumble again......

Myself.

"You pariahs of the lower block! What do you want? The man was finally enraged, scolded him, and even walked up to Fang Yin and tried to punch and kick Fang Yin.

Fang Yin hugged his head and was about to be beaten, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Stop!"

A woman's shrill voice sounded, and Fang Yin instantly remembered who she was.

"Mrs. Berry!"

As soon as Fang Yin shouted out the identity of this woman in his heart, someone blurted out and shouted.

Fang Yin raised his head and saw the noblely dressed man approaching Mrs. Berry with a flattering face, and greeted Mrs. Berry in an exaggerated tone: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Berry!" ”

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