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According to the standard of living, the Holy Capital Oude can basically be divided into four large districts - the royal palace, the nobility and the rich area, the commoner area, and the slum area. The place of residence makes it clear to people who belong to a class. Everyone is doing what they have to do according to their identity, and everything is going according to plan.

Among them, the poor are the most special class. They do the indispensable, but most inconspicuous of the city's work. At the same time, the royal family's jurisdiction over them was lax. Even the cases that happen here are often ignored by the police.

No one wants to be nosy. In the eyes of the royal family, the poor are just weeds that can be found everywhere. Even if you light a fire, they will grow again the next year. That strong vitality will keep them alive.

It wasn't too long ago that Eric learned about this. Seeing the low, dilapidated buildings nearby, he couldn't help but sigh again and again. The sheer number of disappearances handled by the police station are just cases that occurred in civilian areas.

Eric first investigated the vicinity of the victims' disappearances, and soon discovered that the disappearances were almost in a straight line. The prisoners seem to follow a fixed route, and each time they "forage" from this road. And the starting point of this road points to the slums.

This means that disappearances can be even more serious in slums. Although the police station had no choice but to go into the slum to investigate, they found nothing. So, the police simply decided not to waste their time here.

The poor are also people. What's more, the prisoners are likely to be hiding in the slums?

In fact, after investigating the scene, Eric became suspicious of the involvement of vampires in the case. Because his Alpha Eye didn't see any of the bright red marks of the past, not even any anomalous colors. But if this is a crime committed by ordinary people, the number of missing people is inevitably too much.

There should be more than one prisoner, Eric judged.

"What can you see just looking at the ground?" asked Papitt coldly as Eric observed the route.

“...... It's nothing. Eric casually responded, intending to get by. He didn't want to tell Papitt about his eyes' magic, it was his own secret.

Papitt playfully stopped asking.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. But he immediately realized that he had missed his target. The colors that weren't special enough faded into the air.

He said, "Okay, let's look around here." ”

"Looking for what?"

Eric looked around, and there were only a few small dark alleys in sight, empty with no end in sight. "Find a place where you can hide a lot of people. He said.

When Papitt heard this, he said, "If it's around here, I do know a place." ”

......

Eric and Papitt slowly descended the steps of the riverbank and into the dark, damp sewers.

Oude's underground waterways are ancient, but surprisingly spacious. Centuries ago, the people who lived here built a wide sewer to prevent waterlogging caused by heavy rains. In fact, Eric doesn't think it's an exaggeration to call it an underground street.

Once a city is flooded, the cost is far greater than the cost of building sewers. I have to say that the people at that time had an amazing long-term vision.

It's just that the darkness and dampness here are really uncomfortable. On the head, from time to time, dirty water dripped down, and the rats at the feet were also in groups of threes and twos. After Erik kicked away a fat rat that was gnawing on his shoe, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure there's a clue here?"

"Shhhh "Just follow me. ”

In the dimly lit sewers, Papitt and Eric had to hold on to the wall with one hand.

After a while, Eric was a little confused, and he was very uncomfortable in this environment with only one eye. He simply took off the blindfold that was in the way of his right eye. Then, he blinked the magic eye, it didn't feel any pain, and it was able to see normally.

The recovery of Beta's magic eye has undoubtedly given Eric another shot in the arm. No matter what kind of difficulties he encounters next, he will be more confident.

Previously, Eric had taken the money he had received from Marella to buy some silver dust from a jewelry store in the business district. He smeared the silver powder on his and Papitt's bullets, and even mixed some of the bullet's gunpowder into it, so that the battle with the vampires would be easier.

A glimmer of light appeared at the next intersection.

Papitt, who led the way, said, "After the next corner, we're there." ”

Is there someone in the sewers?

Eric had a lot of questions in his head. In fact, he wanted to wonder why Papitt knew there were people here more than why there were people in the sewers.

Had he been here before? Eric couldn't help but guess. This young master Pelos, who had stayed at home since he was born to prevent being stabbed, had come to the sewers of the slums of St. Duod hundreds of miles away?

After the two turned right, they came to a bright passageway. The light came from the kerosene lamps hanging on the walls on either side. At the end of the passage, the road suddenly widens, creating a wide space in the shape of a hall. From a distance, there are many figures among them, and there are many stalls in front of them. It looks like it's an underground market.

Eric was surprised. Who would have thought that such a place could be hidden under the slums?

But as he got closer, he sensed something unusual.

Most of them were dark-skinned and had all sorts of strange spots on their faces. A messy beard, and a cigarette and cigar in his mouth. Dressed in very simple clothes, some even have their topless bodies. Some people's cheeks, shoulders, and entire backs are also engraved with strange patterns.

Eric was sure that these men were not good men and women.

At this time, the two had already walked into the hall and shuttled through the stalls. Perhaps because Papitt was so obsessed with one of the stall owners' tattoos, he glared at them fiercely.

"Hey, man, that's pretty cool!" Papitt said naturally.

The stall owner remained indifferent, but continued to watch Padit away cautiously and with wary eyes.

"Maybe we're wearing something too conspicuous. At first glance, it doesn't fit in here. Eric leaned into Papitt's ear and whispered a reminder.

Papitt, dressed in aristocratic attire, didn't care: "It's okay. Noble patrons often come and go. ”

Eric could only trust him for the time being.

The stalls on the road sell a variety of things. However, it is clear that there are many contraband, otherwise people would not have set up their stalls in the sewers of Oude.

Among them are firearms: old revolvers, bullets of various specifications.

Black vial: It should be the kind of medicine that can fascinate people to the point of unconsciousness.

Poison weapons: some scimitars and daggers. It also comes with a bottle of poison, which you can also put on your enemy's plate.

Forge ID documents and documents: If you have a criminal record at the police station, these are good options.

It turns out that the underground black market is really built underground.