This winter seems to have been particularly cold, with a cold spell already hitting much of the area north of the Tropic of Cancer, and even the usually mild Amsterdam has seen a rare heavy snowfall.

The Vondelpark is covered in snow, and the usually bustling lawns and open-air theater are quiet and unattended, except for a few birds that are not afraid of the cold to feed in the snow.

The towers of the Central Station are covered with snow, and the dark red walls are like the blood of the Middle Ages, stubbornly exuding residual warmth in the cold white world.

The canals that surround the city have not yet frozen, but the water has become slow and quiet due to the cold, and it has lost its former enthusiasm, like a dying old man with arteriosclerosis of the lower limbs.

Coming out of the bell tower building of the central railway station, Huang Liang looked at the empty street, and then took out a note from the pocket of his down jacket with an address written on it, which was where he was going today.

He tried typing the address into a map on his phone, but Googlemap didn't find the street called Sea Cucumber, and only suggested a few places that might be related. He checked them one by one and found that they were all related to eating, and it seemed that Google's intelligent push ability had a certain fight.

Huang Liang stopped a man who, like him, had just come out of the train station and asked him if he knew where Sea Cucumber Street was. The man shook his head after seeing it, saying that he had never heard of it.

He had no choice but to walk down the streets, hoping to meet the street sweepers or the old people who came out to bask in the sun, only these people would remember the old streets that had long since changed their names. He didn't want to ask the police for help, because because of his current status and what he had to do, it was better not to deal with the police.

After escaping from Wuzhong Prison, he came to Amsterdam with a new identity and stayed in a suburban hotel arranged for him by the organization.

This note had been slipped in from under the door the previous night, and the person outside the door had already gone when he found it. He knew that the organization was in a period of high tension right now, as the whole world was hunting alien parasites, and while they couldn't catch them, it wasn't always a good thing if anyone suspected that they were parasitized. The organization said that it wanted to lurk and hide, and there must be a reason for it, it was said that it was because the passage was closed, and everyone was waiting for a new passage to open again.

Amsterdam is an important base of the organization in Europe, but Huang Liang has always been in contact with Howard alone, and has never attended the organization's gatherings.

He knew that this was the organization protecting him and testing him.

Howard told him that because of the need to receive the memories of humanity in its entirety, many comrades were troubled by human emotions, and some even committed suicide because of this, and got rid of the pain by detaching themselves from the parasitic body and returning to their original state before the parasitism. If there are more such people, it will have a great negative impact on the organization. Now, an inventory is underway within the organization, and they suspect that there have been traitors within the organization.

Around the corner, Huang Liang saw a homeless man flipping open the lid of a cold garbage can and rummaging through the leftovers of food. His intuition told him that such people might know something that ordinary people didn't know.

He walked over and asked in Dutchland, "I'm sorry, can you help me see where this place is?" ”

The homeless man glanced at him, quickly turned his head, and continued to pick up his garbage: "Get out of here!" Lao Tzu is dying of hunger, and now I don't recognize anything but food! ”

Huang Liang saw a bakery not far ahead, so he ran over and bought a bag of tiger bread.

When he came out of the bakery, the homeless man was already staring at him. His eyes glowed with infinite longing, like a hungry wild dog.

"Give it to me!" The homeless man's voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple was moving on the outside of his tattered coat.

Seeing his coat and messy hair, Huang Liang thought of Aoki. He didn't understand why he was dressed in the same way, Aoki never gave the impression of a homeless man.

After careful comparison, he found that the original details were still very different. Although Aoki's clothes are also very old, his hair is very messy, and even the slap board on his feet is not as good as the cracked leather boots on the soles of the homeless man in front of him, but Aoki never gives people a dirty feeling. There wasn't a single stain on his clothes, not a single spot on his face, not a single bit of dander in his hair. His eyes were clear and deep, and he wanted an ancient well with a new spring.

Look at the homeless man in front of him, he was dirty, his hair was sticky and sticky, his face and neck were black and oily, as if he had been soaked in soy sauce, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, a few grains of eye feces were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and a mouthful of half-yellow and half-black teeth were revealed when he prayed for bread.

"Tell me where this is?" Huang Liang holds bread in one hand and a note in the other.

The homeless man squinted over and looked at it, reading the words on it: "Sea cucumber...... Hey, hehe, hehe......" and laughed.

Huang Liang could tell from his expression that he knew this place.

He handed the bread over, "Tell me!" ”

The homeless man snatched the bread and ran to the bench beside him, ignoring the snow that had not yet melted on it, and sat down and nibbled on it with all his might, as if he were afraid that if he ate slowly, he would be snatched away.

Huang Liang has been watching him from the side.

This is Amsterdam, the largest trading city in Europe, and it seems that there are people who are not living well!

Huang Liang could have hypnotized him directly and entered his subconscious to ask, which would be much faster, and he would not have to waste these few pieces of bread. He was not a philanthropist, and he did not come to Amsterdam to do charity, not to mention that he had always believed that it was the duty of the government to help the homeless, not the duty of the common people.

Ever since he met Aoki, he has seen the power of the true spirit. In the past, he had only heard that only powerful ancestors possessed such power. But the ancestors are just legends, and for a race like them that has no memory, their legends are less reliable than the myths of the earthlings.

Since reaching a strategic cooperation with Aoki, his spiritual cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Especially the other life he went through, it was a complete life, and he saw so much.

Yes, he is willing to use a word like "strategy" to describe the cooperation between him and Aoki. They all feel confused about their past and future, they all feel that they are being at the mercy of some kind of force that may be called fate, or maybe it is outside of fate, they are not willing to compromise and live in mediocrity, they want to know the truth!

Aoki had taught him a lot of spiritual cultivation methods, and the scalpel he had used in his dreams had become sharper and sharper, and more and more hidden, and he believed that it would not be long before the knife would become an invisible blade.

Now, he can easily hypnotize an ordinary person. But he didn't want to do it on the streets of Amsterdam, one of the largest strongholds of the organization, and a psychic parasite could pop up near it at any moment.

Huang Liang didn't want to expose his strength too early.

He preferred bread in exchange for the trust of the homeless man, slowly waiting for him to tell him where the sea cucumber street was.