"This friend, do you have a fancy for something, do you need my help?"

"Look at you are so well dressed, are you from outside, are you here to Taobao shellfish?"

The stall owner's voice rang out, and Bill nodded, not speaking.

"Haha, then you must have been deceived!"

"Although occasionally there are friends like you who come from outside, saying that they are looking for some treasure, but we don't have any treasures here, they are all rags picked up from the garbage station!"

The stall owner kindly reminded him, and at the same time had the flavor of kindness and help.

Bill then retracted his thoughts and checked the stall.

There were some old fairy tale books, a few cans of freshly expired cans, half-used soap that was discarded, and half a bottle of red wine.

Bill picked up the fairy tale book and flipped through it, pretending to ask casually.

"Has the clinic next door been open for a long time?"

"yes, that clinic has been open in the North District for almost a decade. ”

It was even more strange in my heart, how could Dr. Brigg be from the Academy of Natural Sciences, and how could he have the time to come here every day.

While Bill has no interest in whether Brigg is good or bad, he also wants to confirm if the charity doctor is a threat to him.

He didn't want to be approached by the police or strange research institutes as soon as he bought his villa, and he didn't know if he would come to the door.

"The doctor who runs the clinic, he doesn't look like a resident here. ”

"You mean Dr. Brigg?"

"Hmm. ”

"Yes, Bragg isn't from the North End, but we're all grateful to him. ”

When the stall owner talked about it, his face was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

"Friend, you don't know anything about us, but when we were first quarantined by Brittus, there were no doctors here. ”

"Although no one forbade us to leave the North End, it was still too expensive for us to go out to see a doctor, and everyone would go through it when they got sick or buy a painkiller to get through the pain. ”

"In the past, there were also charity doctors who came to us for free consultations, but we were able to wait for a group of doctors for about half a year, and only Dr. Brigg stayed after doing the free consultation. ”

"Although he is not a resident of the North District, we are very grateful to him for insisting on coming to us to see patients, even if it is only for half a day. ”

"In April this year, did Dr. Brigg insist on coming here every day for free clinics?"

Bill continued to ask.

"That's right, rain or shine, Dr. Brigg will come over!"

"Then do you know where he works outside, and if he has any brothers at home? ”

"I don't know, I've heard that Dr. Brigg seems to have a private practice in Brittus, and I've never heard of his family. ”

"That's right, thank you. ”

Nodding in thanks, Bill turned away, the hem of his clothes swaying with his body.

"It's not the Braig I've seen in Gitchroncy, maybe it's his twin brother. 」

"One entered the Royal Norman Academy of Natural Sciences and despised life, and the other opened his own clinic and was helpful. 」

"It's not uncommon for twin brothers to have diametrically opposed personalities. 」

Although he was a little concerned about Dr. Brigg's affairs, he had more important things to do, and he should have done it a long time ago to find out who had offered him a bounty, but he was riddled with all kinds of troubles.

No man's land was on the north side of Flea Street, and Bill quickened his pace, his feet on the waterlogged ground, and his clean, high-end leather shoes were splashed with mud.

There are still small traders on the edge of the no-man's land that borders Flea Street, but the deeper you look, you can only see rows of wooden houses that are so dilapidated that they are completely uninhabitable.

Coming to the entrance of a small alley, where the killers said they could lead to the unbranded tavern, Bill looked back to make sure no one was following him.

“？”

Flea Street behind him was still crowded with people passing by, and the noise continued, but Bill saw a strange red-haired woman.

She stood across the street and looked at Bill in amazement, her eyes shining strangely.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Bill saw that the red-haired woman had a little freckle on her face, and her skin was smooth and delicate, unlike most of the malnourished people in the North End.

She obviously has good facial features and a good figure, but she wears a shabby and dull-colored loose flower skirt, decorated with colorful thin threads, and she staggers when she walks, looking gaudy and old-fashioned.

Facing the woman staring at him, Bill couldn't help but frown.

"Who is she, what is she looking at, is she a killer?"

He doesn't like the feeling of being stared at, they always have bad intentions, they want something, like their own inexplicable life.

Just as Bill was making a simple guess, the woman suddenly staggered to Bill's front, and then the soles of her feet went limp......

"Oops!"

The woman fell straight in Bill's direction, then snapped to the ground, screaming in pain.

Bill had already seen through her thoughts, and at the moment when she wanted to touch the porcelain, she turned sideways and watched this unclear performance with a cold eye.

"You person, why don't you know how to help me!"

The red-haired woman quickly got up from the ground and patted the muddy and water-stained parts of her body, her brows huddled together, and it seemed that she had bumped into many people in this way.

"Neuropathy. ”

Bill didn't bother to pay attention to her at all.

Just as she tried to fall at his feet, the woman's eyes accidentally revealed greed and cunning, presumably because she was well-dressed and wanted to extort money.

Turning and walking deeper into the alley, no other eyes around him were staring at him, and Bill could safely step into the area.

It's just that the red-haired woman doesn't seem to give up yet, and continues to follow Bill.

Until Bill went deeper and deeper, the alley was far away from the crowded flea street, and even the sky began to darken, she hesitated, thought for a moment, and chose to follow closely behind Bill.

The eyeballs squinted back, and Bill knew that the woman was following him, and she seemed to want to say something to herself.

"She sees me, and she knows Williams?"

"Could it be the woman in that letter?"

Bill thought of the thank-you letter that was sandwiched into a collection of bank demands, and the sender didn't contact Williams since, so Bill had no clue about the sender.

"No, she doesn't know me, and if we were acquaintances, she wouldn't have to deliberately create a chance encounter. 」

Retracting her squinting gaze, the red-haired woman kept following Bill, keeping a short distance.

There was no one else in the alley, and there was a sour smell everywhere, and Bill stopped suddenly, he couldn't take the woman where he was going, it was too dazzling.

"Woman, if you don't want to die, stay away from me. ”

"Or if you really want to die, I can fulfill you. ”

Turning slowly, Bill's gaze was cloudy, and his voice was full of gloom.

He was in a normal mood now, especially after seeing the Dr. Brigg again, and he felt a strong urge to make the doctor disappear forever.

The red-haired woman also stopped, and the clouds completely obscured the top of the no-man's land, distinguishing Flea Street from the no-man's land into two worlds, light and dark.

She stood in the middle of the dividing line, wanting to speak and stopping.

After about ten seconds, the red-haired woman finally mustered up the courage to speak slowly.

"The ......"

"This gentleman, I have a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not. ”

"I see that there are dark clouds between your eyebrows, and you are not very lucky during this time, right?"

"Do you need me to help you calculate your luck and break your bad luck?"