"Squeak-"

The old door was pushed open, and Roy stepped into the funeral parlor, looking around.

As the name suggests, it's dedicated to white affairs, with wreaths of all kinds hanging on the walls and black boxes of various shapes on the floor, ranging from coffins to lockets.

We want to be able to meet the various needs of different customers.

"Got guests?"

A Mediterranean head poked out of the compartment in the room.

Then he saw Roy's dress clearly, the young man's clothes were exquisitely made, he looked extremely decent, and his temperament was completely different from those sloppy and sloppy gangsters and mercenaries outside.

Every shrewd businessman has a pair of discerning eyes, and he understands that today's business is coming to the door.

"You're the boss here?" Roy held out his hand.

"Yes, I am."

Uncle Mediterranean trotted out of the compartment and shook his hand.

When he stopped, he already had an extra silver sol in his hand.

A silver sol is already worth several days of profit in the store.

Uncle Mediterranean narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"Oh, you're so generous. My name is Green, sir, what shall I call you? ”

"I'm a reporter for the West Denia newspaper, and my name is Roy...... Uh, the surname is Luo Mingyi. ”

Roy groaned, and suddenly felt that it seemed that it was better to use a pseudonym at this time.

"Journalists?" Green was slightly stunned, "Is there anything I can do for you?" ”

There are not many newspapers in Sidnia, and all of them are located in the upper town, which is a testament to Roy's noble status.

Although he also has a trace of doubt in his heart, after all, this teenager looks too young, but it is not a big problem, as long as you add money, he will believe you when you say that you are the owner of the newspaper.

The smile on Green's face became even more flattering, and he warmly welcomed Roy into the cubicle, serving tea and water.

"I'm going to do some material."

Roy took out the prepared note and pen and made up for the interview, "How's business in Downtown, Boss Green?" ”

"It's okay! We are a century-old brand, and almost all the white affairs in the three districts have passed through my hands. Green said smugly.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, I don't think your store is too big, and I think business is not good."

"There are many poor ghosts!" Green sighed, "Which kind of person dies the most in Downtown?" Mercenary! How dangerous it is outside the wall, they run outside the wall all year round, can they not die quickly! ”

"But they are also the poorest people, and when they die outside, they can't even pick up the corpses. Even if they bring back a whole corpse, most people can't afford to pay for the funeral, and they don't care about it after they burn it to ashes, and they bring even a card by themselves! ”

"Is the funeral too expensive?"

"Actually, it's okay, they are mainly picking, and they don't even want to pay for a coffin board."

Green shook his head, "If you are a mercenary, you are born not to take your own future to heart, and only care about being chic in life, but you don't know that the small box is their eternal home!" Therefore, most of the customers we face are still decent people in the city. ”

"Is there a commission from the dungeon dwellers?"

"Dungeons? Haha, sir, you're kidding, those poor people can't even afford to eat! Although the mercenaries are poor, they are also self-reliant, but what about the waste? ”

Green slapped the table, "They eat unearned alms, they live on the edge of the cemetery, they think about the pit and abduction every day, and nine times out of ten the crimes that happen in the lower city are done by the people of the dungeon, they are simply the moths of Sidney!" ”

"But I've heard...... You just hired a girl here a while ago named Daisy, and she's also a dungeon, right? ”

"Ah, yes, but there is a gentleman who helped her buy a certificate of residence in the lower city, he is from the military, and with him as a guarantee, there should be no problem with the girl's character."

Roy pondered: "Do you remember what that gentleman looked like?" ”

Green fell into reminiscences: "Uh, he should be from Uptown as well. Wearing a top hat and carrying a cane, he is well-dressed, very young and well-mannered in his speech. ”

"Black hair, gray eyes?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Roy asked, "The people in the military will always help ...... Do the people in the dungeon solve the hukou problem? ”

"How is that possible!"

Green shook his head repeatedly, "The people in the military actually hate the dungeon dwellers more than we do, because they always cause trouble and cause a lot of trouble to the military. It is not uncommon for dungeon residents who smuggled to other urban areas and were caught by the military, even if they were killed.

"So I guess, it should be the residence certificate that the old man bought for her out of his own pocket, I was still strange at the time, I thought he wanted to keep a lover, but it didn't look like it! Otherwise, why would you want to work in our store? And they haven't seen each other since. ”

Roy bowed: "Is Daisy in the store now?" I have something I want to ask her. ”

"Yes, yes, wait a minute."

Green walked out of the cubicle and yelled, "Elena! Hurry up and come over to me! ”

He immediately turned his head and explained: "I changed her name, Daisy is a cheap name for a dungeon, it's too cheap to say." ”

The inhabitants of the dungeon do not have their own surnames, and even their names are taken from random names of animals or flowers.

Within a few seconds, there was a rush of footsteps from far and near.

"Boss, you call me?"

Walking in quickly was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, dressed in a plain gray worker's uniform, with a relatively thin figure, a good complexion, and a sense of youth and liveliness that matched her age.

"This gentleman wants to see you by name."

Green instructed with a serious expression, "Be smart-mouthed, don't upset the guests, you know?" ”

When he turned to Roy, his face was full of smiles again: "Mr. Luo, then you talk slowly, and I won't bother you." ”

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched slightly.

I always feel like I've changed my name, and I don't seem to have a pseudonym.

"The ......"

Elena looked at him worriedly, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Don't worry, I'm a journalist and I just want to hire you as a guide for a day."

Roy said with a blushing face and a heartbeat, "I plan to go to the dungeon to collect style, but I don't know the place well, I hope you can accompany me." ”

He stood up and threw a silver sol at Elena, "Don't worry, I won't do you any wrong." If that's all right, let's go now? ”

Roy walked to the exit of the compartment, but found Elena motionless in place, and couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong?" The price is not a problem, I can give you more when I come back. ”

Elena stared blankly at the silver coin in her hand, her eyes full of fear, and she pleaded in a low voice, "Sir, please spare me, I can't do this kind of thing again." ”

"What kind of thing?" Roy hurriedly asked, "Have you ever been threatened?" ”

"No, no......," she shed helpless tears, "I promised my benefactor that I would never do such a shameless thing again, please spare me!" ”

Roy: "??? ”

Is it a delusion? I always feel like it's not the first time I've been misunderstood like this.

"Listen, Miss Elena."

Roy took a deep breath, "I'm a serious person, please believe me, I'm really a serious person, you just need to be my guide!" It's true! ”

Elena looked at him with teary eyes: "If it's just to show the way, why do you give me so much money?" ”

I don't have any change, I can't find it!

Roy had a toothache, and today he understood how big the price difference was between the upper and lower towns.

Seeing that she didn't believe her lies, Roy had no choice but to take out the note: "Actually, I know your benefactor, he introduced me to you, his name is Klein, right?" ”

Elena was illiterate and couldn't read the handwriting on the note, she clutched her chest, her eyes more vigilant: "I don't know any Klein, my benefactor's name is Sherlock." ”

Roy: "??? ”

Klein, a pseudonym you also use?