In the bridge area at midnight, the red moon is reflected on the calm water.

Bridges large and small here once carried the burden of connecting North and South Bakerland. However, since the start of operation of the steam subway 25 years ago, the subway that also connects the north and the south has gradually taken its place.

Today, with the exception of the largest bridge, the Beckland Bridge, most of the bridges are in a semi-abandoned state, and the bridges are the final destination for the homeless.

But not all of the bridges were in their favor, at least the small bridge over the tributary was left out in the cold. Not only is there a leeward here, but there are also many mosquitoes.

"Wow~"

A hand reached out of the water, it grabbed the exposed steel bar on the pier, and then the five fingers tightened, and the owner of the hand was pulled out of the water with the pull of the arm.

"Ahem, ahem."

Grandin knelt on the shore, his hands on the ground, panting.

He had just escaped from the river, and his body was still a little heavy at this moment. However, he quickly adapted to the change in gravity, bounced off the grass, climbed the uneven position on the pier, and burrowed into the hole.

By the light of the moon, Grandin snapped off the two bricks in the bridge and took out the change of clothes he had placed in it from the hole behind the wall.

The clothes on his body were removed by him one by one, and the deep muscle contours of his body were still dripping water. He casually picked up a towel and wiped it off, then changed into the dry clothes next to him.

After a while, he changed his image.

Now he is dressed like a night worker. Because it has just come out of the murky river, there is no need to disguise the smell. He gathered all the half-dried clothes together, and set them on fire with some fire-starters, and when all the incriminating evidence was gone, his hair was dry.

After coming out of the bridge, he carried his kit and walked for a while. Then he hopped on a railroad and rounded Joewood and returned to his place of life from the East End.

He washed it twice in the bathroom before it washed off the smell of himself.

By the time he remembered to dispose of the two copies of the 'Mystic Invoker' trait in the lead box, they had already coalesced into a ball of flesh with two mouths, which looked very curious.

But fortunately, Grandin didn't think about holding it for a long time. This Friday, this trait will be sold to Mr. A in exchange for Mr. A's trust to catch a big fish.

On Wednesday it was business as usual, and Grandin relied on the abilities of the 'machine' to force himself to wake up at a predetermined point in time. Then, after breakfast, he rushed to St. Samuel's Cathedral to attend the lecture.

Bishop Rosen's lectures in class have become increasingly obscure. But that's a good thing, because it shows that Grandin has mastered enough of the basics to start moving into difficult territory.

There is a small lounge on the third floor of the Nightwatch's station. Every time you get a meal, it turns into a cafeteria, and because the food is cheap enough and the taste is not bad, it is very popular with everyone.

Grandin came here as soon as he returned from the church. Because it was still early and there were not many people in the cafeteria, he took the opportunity to order a few more shrimp balls that were sold in limited quantities. If you come late, maybe there will only be crepes left in the cafeteria. The long iron tables and chairs arranged around the lounge always reminded him of his past life when he was a student.

But this nostalgia didn't stay in his mind for long. He kept the newspaper he had brought out of his home in the morning next to him, prioritizing the few letters he had received.

The first letter was a bill for water and gas bills for June, which he just glanced at and put next to it - >>

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The second one was about the same when opened. Inside was the milk renewal notice, and he ticked the box for agreeing to it, then slipped it back in.

Before the third letter could be opened, Grandin knew that it had been sent by his own student, because just looking at the envelope gave him a sense of class. He picked up the unused dinner knife as a letter opener and cut it along the edge.

Then he unfolded the delicate, scented letterhead.

In addition to the daily greetings, her student also spent a lot of pen and ink in the letter describing the lavender bush in her garden. At the end of the letter, his students invited him to come and give a lecture today.

The letter is ornately written and cheerful, but the final twist is a little blunt. Grandin picked up a shrimp ball with his fork, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he smelled urgency and weakness in the letter.

But the letter also reminded him that he owed Audrey a lesson.

Anyway, I don't have anything to do this afternoon, so I guess I'll make up for it today.

After making his decision, he began to deal with the steak on his plate with all his might.

"Gran, you seem tired." Al sat across from him with a plate, "You always seem to have a lot to do, but I have to say that proper rest can make people go far." ”

Grandin cut his own steak, and the aroma of meat fat suddenly became stronger. When he heard Al's words, he couldn't help but be a little amused:

"Captain, where did you get this phrase from? I'll give it to you again. ”

Al shook his head, holding a pancake in his hand, dipped in yogurt and eating:

"I'm not like you. You are still young, and this is the time when you should be exposed to more new things and meet all kinds of interesting people. I find that you always like to be alone? It's not good, you still have a lot to learn on the road of life. ”

Grandin was spreading mashed potatoes on the steak when he heard this and stopped what he was doing. I'm going to echo the captain who has suddenly become poetic, and then I can evaluate whether to send him to church for exorcism mass.

"For example?"

Grandin asked.

Al heard his question, and continued in a tone of vicissitudes of life:

"For example – love. Alas...... This kind of thing, like riding a horse and speaking a foreign language. If you don't learn it when you're young, it's hard to get the hang of it. ”

After listening to this, Grandin stuffed the cut steak into his mouth:

This sentence sounds a little sad. But captain, I'm not like you, I'm still young. ”

The words seemed to pierce Captain El's heart, and he didn't speak again for a while.

Grandin spread out today's newspaper on the table, began to pick up his favorite content and began to read, and when he found that his captain was in a low mood, he could not help but comfort:

"Captain, as long as you change your routine and insist on going home before twelve o'clock in the evening every day. I think there will be quite a few ladies interested in you. "New

When Al heard this, the expression on his face instantly became entangled, and he seemed to be caught in the contradiction between country and family, righteousness and small love.

Newspapers are the main carriers of information in today's era, and there is a lot of content on them, and Grandin even saw a plausible report in the Beckland Morning Post.