"It's windy outside, come in and have a hot cup of tea." The demon turned and beckoned.

can be invited into the inner hall, Zhang Lan can be regarded as a successful step forward. Xin Bug was left outside the house, helping to clean up the goods he had poured out, looking at the black scales on the ground, his scalp was numb.

Only Zhang Lan and Nightingale followed the evil ghost to the inner hall......

As the emperor of the underground of the Escape City, the demon's "dormitory" is also too rough, with gray walls, old tables and chairs, and small rooms without even doors, which are only slightly covered by dirty curtains.

It was filled with the spirits of the fallen streets, young and old, men and women.

Through the curtain, I vaguely saw some people eating, bowls like clay tiles, a bowl of objects of no more color than clear water, even if it was porridge and rice, even so, the children were smiling as brightly as the sun.

"Zhang Lan, every rebel has a reason to rebel, some are greedy for power, some are for ideals and beliefs. What are you for? With his hands behind his back, the demon calmly discussed the topic of killing heads in minutes.

"I'm not interested in power, and my ideals and beliefs are just an anesthetic to fool people, and I rebel because I need to borrow strength." Zhang Lan said calmly.

"Chang Liang, what are you doing with your strength?" The evil ghost has a good impression of Zhang Lan.

"I have a great opponent, I can't win alone, I have to borrow strength, in this process, I need a lot of help, but I don't have to fool people, and I don't give anyone flowers to satisfy their hunger, and my fellow travelers will get what they want." Zhang Lan hopes that the evil ghost will get on the bus.

"Zhang Lan, do you know that I am 100 years old?" The evil ghost put his hands behind his back and looked back at Zhang Lan with a slight sigh.

"Understand something." Zhang Lan was puzzled.

"The disadvantage of living too long is that you have seen too many people like you, fighting for power and profit for various reasons, causing too many wars and killing too many people. Man is a filthy creature, who can take the life of others if he disagrees, and the hypocrites call it justice, and the tyrants call it the cornerstone of hegemony. In fact, killing is murder, and the white knife goes in and the red knife goes out, all by oneself. ”

As he spoke, the demon pushed open a door, which was densely packed with hundreds of workbenches, and the red-hot boiler made the square-like inner hall look like a 45-degree desert, so hot that people couldn't help but pull their collars and beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"I don't defend the killing, what I'm going to do will kill a lot of people, and the evil ghost seems to be dissatisfied with the current loose ruling class?" Zhang Lan brought the topic back to the topic.

"Joked, how can a group of homeless people who eat porridge and have a few grains of rice have a good impression of the ruler? As for why you're opposed, I don't care at all, I only think about two points, are you qualified to sit in that position? Are you sitting in that position doing a human thing? ”

The evil ghost speaks very thoroughly, without any pretense, even if the workers around him are working and refining as if nothing happened, and talking about the great rebellion is as easy and casual as talking about what to eat at night.

"Then the evil ghost, do you think we are qualified?" Zhang Lan was straightforward.

"I don't know, you seem to be very capable, you can get the support of Kunsha 07, the assistant of the former army-breaking hero Yi Fang, and the princess seems to have a leg with you? But this doesn't mean that you are better than the turtle son in the sky, I am hesitant, maybe I am just another turtle son to help. The demon sighed regretfully.

"Once, who let you down?" Zhang Lan asked tentatively.

"There are too many people who have disappointed me, too many treacherous bastards, look at the depraved street today, nothing has changed since I came here, this is a place without joy, only by relying on addictive drugs can you temporarily get out of poverty and forget the world of pain."

"I used to think that Hong could change all this, I helped him go from a small sheriff all the way to the position of the head of Ouchi, I thought that he would fight for an official identity for us homeless people, do you know what he told me later?" The evil ghost smiled bitterly, "A dog is a dog, you can't change eating, he told me to love dogs to be measured, and not to fight for dogs to be human." ”

While talking, the three of them walked through the industrial area and came to the ...... It turned out to be a crematorium, and two truckloads of corpses were piled up in front of an open boiler, and the corpse movers threw the corpses into the furnace like firewood, billowing black smoke from the chimney up to 30 meters high and turning into a part of the black cloud in the sky.

The ashes were shoveled out by shovel after shovel, stacked on another car, and dragged away, and I don't know where they were scattered. This is the truth of the world, and the homeless cannot even have a handful of pure ashes of their own after death.

Every day, a large number of people die in Fallen Street, or street violence, or addictive drugs, or suicide, or disease...... This is a hell with an average age of only 35 years old, and anyone can turn into a corpse in the next second.

Over the years, there has been no change, only a continuous ...... Deteriorate.

"Okay, I'll help you become a king, and you let this group of homeless people pass through the lives of ordinary people." The demon offered his own price.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Zhang Lan refused almost without thinking about it, and the nightingale pinched him on the side, and he did not repent.

"You say you can't do it?" The demon's face was darkened.

"The composition of the displaced people is too complex, not all of them are good, and if they want to be normal, they must also be vetted, and they have lived in anarchy for too long, and they must be strictly managed to avoid causing social unrest. The only guarantee is that the authorities will provide enough food, clothing, medicine, and fair jobs. Ordinary life is earned by one's own efforts, not by anyone. Zhang Lan clarified the reason.

"But these people may have to die for you."

"No, they are working for themselves, and if they want to change the status quo, they must first change themselves." Zhang Lan said firmly.

"You...... It was better than I could have imagined. The evil ghost was not angry, but laughed, because he saw that Zhang Lan was thinking about the problem from the perspective of a manager, rather than a reckless way of fighting for fame and fortune, and fighting local tyrants to divide the land.

Even if such a person is in power, the city will not be free for a few days, and it will immediately become more chaotic and miserable than it is now.

"Food and clothing are enough." The demon agreed, "For the rest, give them a chance and let them earn it themselves." ”

"I don't understand, your requirements are so low, why doesn't Humber satisfy you? Do you want to be opposed? Zhang Lan is also extremely direct.

"Because, they never treated us as human beings, look at this, and you will understand."

The second time the demon pushed open was the door of his inner hall, a small room, the only advanced thing was the hospital bed in the center, and the many life-sustaining machines.

A woman was lying on it, her eyes bruised, her face as pale as paper, obviously in the prime of her life, but like a candle in the wind.

"Who is she?" Zhang Lan was puzzled.

"Her name is Momo, and I look at the girl who was born in Fallen Street and has never seen the outside world, and she is also a damn 'souvenir' of Easy City." At this point, the demon's face twisted in pain.