The streets of the foggy capital are a little bleak.

The fallen leaves on the street corners don't need to be swept up, just a strange gust of wind to roll them up into the sky, spinning and spinning, and I don't know where to fly.

Most people on the streets are in a hurry, and since the Great Depression, people have always had a numb look on their faces, which is the mark of the suffering of the world, like a bare scar, which is particularly conspicuous.

On street corners and alleys, there will always be some idle people, wearing some old clothes, sweeping back and forth in the street with their eyes, as if looking for something.

In a gloomy alley, a handful of locals hold paper bags of inferior bottles, inferior to even the worst rum, and their income is only worthy of it.

They shared drinks, cursed and complained about something, and when they were excited, they spat and waved their arms.

"It's getting harder and harder to find a job, and I don't know how many people are rushing to do it!"

"Mary asked me today when I would be able to drink milk, and I was off to sell blood."

"If you want me to say, those idle guys in the south, if one counts as one, they all deserve to die!"

One of them was stiff around his neck, and he was very emotional,

"They took away our jobs, our women, our everything! What were our ancestors doing when they shed their blood for this country? Now they have become the masters of the country? Joke! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present became excited,

"That's right! While we were eating sawdust, those southern gentlemen were washing their feet with milk! ”

"We lost everything in the Great Depression, and the old men in the south not only did not pay taxes, but even had financial subsidies!"

"They are so rich that they refuse to let go of any opportunity, but they are not willing to make any contributions!"

"Their poor people come to the fog to work, oh my God, they rush to do the work of 1p every 2 hours!"

“.”

Obviously, for the people on Nanhate Wumei Island, the anger of the people at the bottom of these fogs is very great.

On the one hand, the other person does affect their lives.

is the same country, but Nan Hate Wumei Island has a transcendent status, and anyone will be unhappy.

On the other hand, the old king was also happy to see such remarks appear, and even secretly contributed to them.

The two hounds fought each other, and the fiercer the fight, the more stable his position became.

The transfer of contradictions belongs to yes.

Here, no one will curse the wise King's Majesty.

His Majesty's intentions were good, but there was a problem with the execution of the subordinates.

The party ended quickly, and everyone prepared to go back to their homes, listening to the nagging of their families, and silently receiving the bag.

The bottle was in the hands of a man with a cap, and it was his turn to bring wine today.

One of them caught up with him and stuffed him with a vial.

"This is our company's new medicine, mixed with wine, and then filled with water, it is very strong!"

The person who gave him the medicine worked as a porter in the umbrella company, in the past, he would never dare to steal this medicine, in case he was caught by the inspection team, he would chop his hands at the light and peel the skin at the worst!

Today, the world has changed.

The porters dare to steal medicines because the inspectors also steal.

Steal more

Compared with the ones stolen by the inspector team, these that he brought out himself are not even a drop in the bucket!

The young man took the vial and looked at it with a line of words:

"While taking this medicine, it is forbidden to drink alcohol."

The young man asked, puzzled,

"It says no alcohol."

"Isn't that the best hint?"

The porter grinned, raised an eyebrow and said,

"When the ban was indicated, they also said, don't put the grape bricks in water, and don't let them ferment for a while, otherwise they will turn into wine!"

The porter patted his partner on the shoulder and left with a smile.

Convinced, the young man opened the vial and sniffed it.

There is no smell at all.

Out of trust in his companion, he poured the vial into the bottle and brought in water from the well to fill the bottle.

The young man poured some wine in the palm of his hand and fed it to a stray dog.

After the stray dog drank, it chased the young man and wanted more.

Seeing that the dogs were fine, the young man was relieved.

He took a sip of it, and the taste of the wine was very light, no different from water.

But this kind of wine seems to have a magical power!

The young man's courage suddenly grew, he straightened his back, and strode down the street.

He passed by a theater and yelled at the doorman,

"Boy, what are you doing tonight?"

"Tickets have long been sold out!"

The doorman didn't know how many times he answered, and waved his hand dissatisfiedly, trying to get rid of the annoying guy in front of him.

The man whose face was shrouded in shadow did not get the answer he wanted, and asked repeatedly,

"What's going on tonight?"

He was loud and attracted the attention of many people around him.

"Our cousin of the fog capital!"

The doorman replied impatiently,

"The tickets have long been sold out, and you won't be able to get tickets even if you add money!"

Judging from the other party's clothing, the doorman suspected that even the gentleman of the original price ticket could not afford it, there were four or five patches on his body alone, and there were more unpatched holes than patches!

The young man snorted coldly, turned away stiffly, his body curled up a little, as if he was hiding something in his arms.

As he walked, the young man scolded indignantly,

"Dogs look down on people, you southerners, you come to the fog and even rob our children's jobs, and sooner or later you will pay the price!"

With that, the young man turned to the alley, took the bottle from his pocket, and took a sip.

After the second sip of wine, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, which the young man had never experienced before, and this feeling even made him regret a little, he should not have listened to his companion's words and mixed this newly marketed medicine with alcohol.

In case you get too drunk tonight and can't go to work tomorrow, the family will have to drink the northwest wind again

It's all to blame on the damn Southerners, and their broken governor

Thinking of this, the distraught young man involuntarily raised the wine bottle again and took a big sip, as if this was the only way to relieve the bitterness in his heart.

One bite, two bites

The stimulation of alcohol has never been stronger, but it does not achieve the desired effect in young people.

The more he drank, the more irritable he became, and the more irritable he became, the more he drank!

Soon, the entire bottle was consumed.

"Damn! That's a week's amount! ”

The young man's eyes were red and his temper was extremely hot, and he smashed the wine bottle in his hand against the wall viciously!

He's never been so irritable and irritable!

The wine bottle shattered into slag on the wall, and not only did it not vent its emotions, but it angered the young man again!

"I don't have the money to buy a second bottle! Bitch-raised, why does this bad luck happen to me all the time! ”

Furious, the young man slammed his fist against the wall, followed by a painful wail, and his body curled up and writhed like a shrimp that had been drawn.

"!"

Earlier, when he smashed the wine bottle, a piece of broken glass got stuck in the crack in the wall, and another punch hit the glass!

The broken glass smashed into the gap between the two fingers, and the blood stained the palm of the hand red, and at the same time stained the vision red!

This bright red made the last line in the young man's mind broken!

Countless thoughts rushed into his mind, amplified by alcohol and drugs, and his expression was extremely distorted, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, roaring in his throat without any meaning.

In a fit of rage, he rushed to the side of the street and bumped into an old man.

"Look! Countryman! ”

The old man shouted dissatisfiedly, wanting to scold a few words.

He didn't expect that the young man would strike preemptively and shouted,

"Take off your coat!"

The old man was a little confused, not understanding what the other party was saying.

"Quiet! Follow me into the alley! ”

The young man's eyes drooped, and a pistol appeared under his coat, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the old man.

The moment he saw the muzzle, the old man's body stiffened slightly, and he regretted it incomparably, he should oppose the relaxation of restrictions on guns!

As a member of the House of Lords, he would have had the opportunity to do so.

The old man didn't choose to call for help, he knew that at such a close distance, if the other party shoots, he will definitely die!

He could only follow the young man's instructions, slowly walked into the dark alley, and whispered,

"Do you want money, I have two shillings in my pocket, and I'll give them to you."

The old man is a member of the House of Lords, and his ancestors have been wide, but now he does not have so much money at hand, but there are many nobles.

Everyone else came to the play in a carriage, but he had to walk.

"Less nonsense!"

There was a muffled sound in the alley.

Soon, a young man walked out and walked straight to the theater.

The young man had his right hand in his pocket, dressed in a decent but ill-fitting coat, and held a VIP ticket.

Since he had a ticket, it was still a VIP ticket, and the doorman immediately changed his flattering face.

Entering the theater is generally subject to a body search for security reasons.

But since young people are VIPs, they naturally do not belong to the general category.

His face was cold, he looked ordinary, and even a little difficult to approach.

Walking down the stairs, the young man didn't know what he was doing, everything that happened tonight was crazy!

Drinking, robbing, entering the theater, being treated like a VIP

For a moment, the young man felt that his future was over, that he would be caught by the security forces, locked up in a dungeon for the rest of his life, tortured for the rest of his life, or simply sent to the gallows!

There was another moment, looking at the champagne being brought to him, and the waiter's compliment made the young man flutter, as if he were in heaven, standing on the highest throne and looking down on the world.

Countless thoughts arose in his heart, and they burst like bubbles.

And among these amplified emotions, there is a voice that keeps echoing in the young man's mind,

"Damn Southerners! Damn Southerners"

(End of chapter)