I can't finish writing today, I'm sorry for the replacement tomorrow morning.

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New York in 1926 was gloomy and damp, smog and looked more like London, the capital of the United Kingdom, than the core city of the United States.

The mint gray sky is oppressive, the smile is not visible on people's faces, and the dreary and panic that cannot be concealed come and go.1 The collapse of Florida's real estate bubble between 1923 and 1926 has become the most obscure prelude to the economic crisis that lasted for nearly a decade, and although the final judgment will not come until 1929, the more astute or intelligent people can now smell the terrible breath of anxiety in the air, almost all transactions seem to be going down, and the banks are further shrinking loans, coalThe prices of electricity and water have been rising, and factories are constantly reducing their manpower or simply closing their doors, but on the other hand, agricultural products are getting worthless every day, and bankrupt farmers and unemployed workers are everywhere, wearing dark brown coats and standing on the streets with their backs bent, hoping to find a little hope that belongs to them.

Of course, these people don't care about what a leaflet is said on a leaflet that is light and thin, and the printing is so rough that even the ink is sticky - Unless they need something to wipe their butts, but there are still people who don't need to worry about their stomachs to take the leaflets, if nothing else, because the people who distribute the leaflets are cute little children, some of whom can be called beautiful, if not too skinny, but at a glance, they are either from an orphanage or some charity, and in those places, it is the greatest blessing to keep them from starving to death.

The worst of the way to get a mark was an older boy between a boy and a man, he had a strange haircut, it looked like a black toilet bowl was upside down on his head, and he looked like that cowardly and cowering wretch, he didn't even dare to smile or shout at people, like other children, he stood in the street, alone, barely moved, he didn't even dare to stretch his arms when he handed out the leaflet, no one could see his whole face, it was a beautiful face, but for some reason it was full of fear, like a dog that had been abused, if he was a child young enough to be picked upThis expression may be able to get a little pity, but he is too big, and the big one should protect others rather than be protected by others.

A gloved hand suddenly reached into his sight.

Credence Byerburn lowered his head and numbly handed a leaflet to the other man, whose black lambskin gloves reminded him of the man, who made him fearful and admired, but he was not allowed to approach the other, and usually they kept a distance of about the same as they are now.

The flyer fell to the ground.

It wasn't the first time, but what frightened Credence so much that he almost screamed was that the gloved hand flipped over and grabbed his jaw directly, forcing him to look up, and Credence's eyes were immediately stimulated by the gray-white sky light and wanted to cry.

The first thing Credence saw was a pair of black eyes. Credence had seen many pairs of black eyes, from clear to cloudy, the small ones could barely see the large ones that almost bulged out of their sockets, but none of them were so black, the kind of black that was not even the kind of black in the deepest midnight, there was not a glimmer of light in them, and it looked at them as if they were looking down on an endless abyss.

The poor boy opened his mouth, perhaps about to say something, but was interrupted by an angry rebuke.

The Second Revival of Salem, the advocate of the anti-wizarding fanatical organization, an old woman whose stereotypical and uninteresting appearance could be seen by her countenance, scurried down the stairs not far away with an agility that was completely incompatible with her age and appearance, and instead of daring to touch the coat, which looked expensive, she grabbed Cresden by the collar and dragged the boy towards him, whose hat fell to the ground, and he tried to pick it up, but his mother, Lady Mary, did not allow it, and she clung to him like a puppy that would easily flatter others without the permission of her master。

"Who are you?!" There was hostility in Mary's tone, and she hated these people, those who did not live according to the Bible and the law, and the laws that the proper people should follow, and who were in two diametrically opposed worlds to her—like wizards, and those who were rich and powerful. "Who gave you this right to touch my son?"

The people, who had nothing to do before (of course, how could a man who was busy supporting his family listen to an old woman's babbling speech) followed Madame Mary here, and Mary's words stirred them up slightly, after all, in the thirties, homosexuality was an unforgivable crime or a dangerous mental illness, and they looked at Credence and the stranger with interest.

Yes, even those who had never been on this street knew that it was a stranger, and that his dress, looks, and demeanor did not match them.

The stranger was wearing two coats, which some might find strange, but twenty years ago this kind of attire was extremely common for gentlemen, and some gentlemen who were obsessed with identity and upbringing, even if the room was on fire, would remember to put an UnderCoat (inner coat) and then an OverCoat (outer coat) on top of the already neat enough outfit, OverCoat has a detachable shawl, single-breasted, Reaching to the calf, even the weakest male will look tall and majestic when supported by these two wide and heavy coats.

There is also the high-topped silk top hat, the cylindrical shape is wrapped in black silk satin, from the handmade to the material has high requirements, relatively, the asking price is also very expensive, but this hat originated at the end of the eighteenth century has gradually lost its popularity among the general population - one is too expensive, the second is difficult to maintain, and the third is that the depth of the hat body can allow gentlemen to ride horses without worrying about their hats being blown away by the wind, but in low rooms, In the dense orchards or factories full of pipelines, it is a sad chicken rib. It is still worn, of course, but almost only the old-fashioned aristocracy on the other side of the sea, and the nouveau riche of vassal elegance - workers and peasants only need a sturdy yarmulke or peaked cap, or simply go barehead and let the wind blow through their thinning hair.

But more attention was paid to the pin pinned to the silk scarf, the style of the pin was very simple, perhaps because the gem was too large, and some people whispered that it might be a piece of glass, but no one, perhaps even himself, could not believe it, because no glass could bloom with such an alluring color as a gemstone.

Some people even hope that it is they who are caught by him, even if the other party is really a devil who favors men, when the empty stomach is about to wear itself out, who cares about some damage to the body and faith?

But they lose confidence at the sight of the man's face, and unless the man is a little tired of looking at his face every day, and even rebellious, they don't think any of them can win his favor at all.

Credence was one of many orphans adopted by Ms. Mary, but every once in a while Ms. Mary would dip the children in tar barrels that she had gotten from somewhere, and Credence and some of the older children would go to fetch water from the river, and then fetch branches and coals to burn underneath, and although the children had soaked in it it would be as muddy as a pot of soup, but after such a wash, the children of Mary's soil were cleaner than the beggars who made their armor out of dirt.

And Credence, especially Credence, this boy made all the people sigh, and for some reason, Lady Mary did not allow him to go to work with others, nor did she allow him to talk freely with others, or accept gifts from others, or else she would beat him severely, and over time, this boy who was once extremely intelligent became sluggish and humble, and even children who were only three or four years old dared to bully him and shout at him, and children of his age did not take him seriously at all, as if he did not exist at all_ Some people familiar with the situation say that this is because Credence's mother was a prostitute, and perhaps she also offended Ms. Mary, who is still unmarried, and may have something to do with Credence's mother.

Even so, some soft-hearted people will say that she has gone too far.

But the Guardian of Justice, the brave Martyr, and the pure Virgin Lady Mary, did not think so, and she twisted her fingers vigorously, and Credence's collar swirled in circles in her fingers, tightening little by little, and Credence, the lowly big boy, who was already taller than Lady Mary, and whose shoulders were broad and long-limbed, and who were a little thin, would not be able to deal with a weak, petite middle-aged woman, but he did not dare to resist at all, but lowered his head and raised his back so that Lady Mary could more easily grasp his collar.

The man with the black eyes and black hair just stood silently. By the way, there is another thing that the people here are constantly criticizing (envious) about, he has clean and black hair, which is not yellow and brittle due to malnutrition, nor has it been rough and dirty because it has not been washed all the year round, but it is not only smooth and silky, and it shines like satin in the gray-white skylight, but it also hangs down to the waist, and you must know that men, even in England and Europe, since the seventeenth century, when the nobles and kings were guillotined, they no longer have troublesome long hair.

A thin silver rope tied it to it, and at the end of the silver rope hung a silver ball the size of a thumb, which was inlaid with rubies, more vivid and pure than the one in the bow tie.

Credence's eyes widened as he heard the man ask, "Are you leaving?"

That was the boy's first thought, but he found that Ms. Mary, who was still threatening the man to send him to prison, did not react to this statement, knowing that she would immediately become hysterical when she heard it, much more serious than she was now.

"Are you leaving?"

He heard it again, and Credence looked around, but no one showed that he had heard it, and the faces were full of mockery and curiosity, except for the faces without pity, as they had ever been.

"Are you leaving?"

No, said Credence, he wanted to leave, but where could he go without Lady Mary, and there were children, either voluntarily or involuntarily, leaving the humble shelter, but within a few days Lady Mary would take the children to see their bodies as a mourning and a warning, that he had been forced to keep a watch for them, and that he had seen those terrible and hideous scars, more than Lady Mary, which he did not dare.

The stranger turned away without hesitation.

"Oh, damn it," Newt cried out in a low voice, scrambling sniff into his suitcase, "That won't do!"

But the sniffer seemed to be crazy, and it straightened up, scurryed out of Newt's fingers, and ran in the direction of the stranger. Newt panted and followed, knocking down several people, only to turn the corner and the man was gone, and the sniff was gone.

There's no such thing in my world.

A thin silver rope tied around one of Sniff's feet hung upside down in the air, and sporadic jewels and coins continued to fall from its smooth, black fur, while its claws clung to the silver ball encrusted with rubies.

- At least it feels familiar to you.

- The bottomless abyss is underneath, and it is indeed somewhat familiar, in my history textbook. Except for platypus and wizards with pockets.

Well, I think, it's probably the smog that misleads us.

- A smog of the twenties of the twentieth century. A haze of the beginning of the twenty-first century.

- Why does your tone sound a little sad?

- Nothing, besides, you know what?

- What?

- When you make a mistake, you will use us in the sentence....

——...... Don't worry about the details, my dear.

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The 19th century was the peak of luxury hotel development, and the wave lasted until the mid-20th century when the rise of commercial hotels gradually faded from the overpower, but even in the United States, at the beginning of the Great Depression, this century-old hotel is still full of well-dressed gentlemen and well-dressed ladies with beautiful sideburns, and because of the massive reduction in manpower in factories and farms, labor is extremely cheap and overflowing, and the service staff here is almost twice as large as the guests, and they are all extremely selective。

So a sniffer could wreak havoc in the empty jewellery shop at midnight, doing whatever it wanted, but here, almost at the same time, several pairs of eyes noticed it, and a waiter at once walked over, and under the baggage cart, sniff ran quickly to the bottom of the stairs, and although there were countless precious ornaments here, it was not as good as the one it had sniffed before

The wonderful smell that haunts Sniff, it twitches its nose, revealing an expression that should not be on a sniffer's face, compared to ordinary gold and precious stones, that is the difference between compressed biscuits and a full banquet! (Even if it doesn't know what a compressed biscuit is, what a Manchu full banquet is).