A ray of light poured in through the window and sprinkled all over the hut,

The lying man thought:

(Windows, if the hole is plugged with a translucent pig bladder, it can also be considered a window.) ）

This shack made of broken planks and felt dipped in asphalt was the shelter of the homeless.

Although it is not very strong, it can also shelter from the wind and rain, which is better than sleeping in the wind.

Feeling the sun of harmony sweep across his skin, pouring warmth into every pore, the homeless man turned over;

(The sun is fair, it shines evenly over everyone's heads, poor or not,

Praise the sun. ）

It's a slum neighborhood, and it's a normal morning.

The weather is already very cold, the mosquitoes are freezing to death, but the flies are surprisingly hardy,

Mung bean flies buzzed and landed in the garbage heap, feasting on stinky fish, rotten shrimp and rotten meat, and the clogged human corpses in the sewers emitted a similar smell.

Someone else should have vomited a long time ago, but the people who live here have become accustomed to it.

As the sense of hearing was awakened, the alleys were filled with the sound of alarm bells and the wails of the wounded in the ambulance carriage.

A large cockroach crawled on the bridge of its nose, itched, slapped it to death, and then brushed away the corpse,

(Damn bugs, come to bully me too.) ）

The homeless man is fully awake,

(I really want to lie down here and sleep in, but unfortunately my stomach is rumbling again, urging me to find a good place to eat.) ）

Staggering to his feet, he pushed open the broken wooden door and came to the disgusting streets of the slum of St. Faralus.

As soon as he looked down, he saw the corpse of a Dalmatian,

The wheels of the carriage crushed the bones and tendons of this little thing, the belly bloomed, and passers-by came and went in a hurry, silently bypassing, and no one was willing to take a second look.

(Now that the situation is chaotic and human life is like a mustard, who cares about the fate of a stray dog?) ）

The homeless man was a warm-hearted man, took a few steps and stopped, and then walked back,

He picked up the Dalmatian's carcass and buried it in a dirt pit on the side of the road, where he stuck it with a broken wooden stick.

(What am I doing here?) It's so confusing! I'm hungry, but I'm still wasting my energy doing these things that aren't good for me. ）

In the dark alley around the corner, a uniformed sheriff was pulling the cordon, and there was a girl lying by the muddy puddle in the dark alley, she looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, her shabby clothes were almost torn, her skirt was lifted, and there were scratches on her thighs,

Seeing this, the perpetrator's purpose is already clear, and it must not be a robbery, because the girl in the slum has no money, and the coroner is squatting next to the body to take samples.

The homeless man leaned over and squeezed into the crowd to watch the excitement:

"Someone else has been killed?"

"Fuck off, slacker! It's not your business," the sheriff yelled at him.

"Lao Tzu is happy to see, why do you let me go?"

"Oops! You're still not convinced, are you? If you don't leave, I'll arrest you as a suspect! After handing over the errand, the brothers can take a break from the team! ”

The homeless cursed in a low voice and walked away sensibly,

Because he knew that the sheriff was not joking, after all, life in the slums was like a mustard, and the uniformed people were too lazy to waste their efforts for the deceased, so they would casually arrest a local thug and interrogate them, and the case would be closed after being beaten and locked up.

When he squeezed out of the crowd watching the excitement, he accidentally stepped on a person's foot.

"I'm sorry."

"*¥ your mother! Blind? ”

The other party knocked him to the ground with a punch and spat on him.

"I'm sorry...... It's that I don't have long eyes......"

"Fuck off! Don't let you see you again! ”

The homeless man didn't dare to fight back, he knew that the other party was a criminal gang that did all kinds of evil, maybe the girl in the dark alley was killed by them.

(Innocent dead lying on the edge of the gutter bleeding, fierce and cruel criminals watching the fun with cigarettes in their mouths, this is the way of the world today, and there is no hope in sight.) ）

He was afraid that the other party would follow, and the homeless man put his hand into his clothes and touched the knife he was carrying in his arms,

It was a simple dagger made of rusty iron and wrapped in rags.

Only in this way can he feel a sense of security.

Out of the slums, to the bazaar, there are only a few stalls, more onlookers than shoppers,

Bestsellers include purslane and rat meat, and most of the people here live on government handouts and are so hungry that they pull out a few copper plates to buy food.

Two blocks further on, you will find the junction of the upper and lower towns, with a raging and wide river in the middle.

On the other side of the river are clean and tidy streets, luxurious villa areas, gentlemen with civilized sticks and top hats, noble ladies with dogs and crocodile bags in their hands.

Just across the river, it's a different story.

The crow's cry of "wow wow" caught the attention of the homeless,

He was a superstitious man, so he picked up a stone and threw it out to drive the crow away;

"Damn crow, I'm looking for a job today! It's really a disadvantage! Bad luck! ”

There was a large poster on the gas lamp pole where the crow landed just now.

In the center is a portrait of King Ingram, with a large line of gilded letters underneath:

"Make the Kingdom of Solan great again!

The Solan people are united in their efforts to defeat the Voodoo Church with our allies! Long live the Honorable King Ingram Lafalette I! ”

The homeless man tore off the poster and threw it into the river in a ball:

"Great Again...... Great ...... Fart! I'm still fucking hungry! ”

"Dare to distract the people! Be silent! A knight of the military police of Solan brandished a baton and made a gesture to strike.

Unfortunately, the mule he rode was too thin, and his uniform and saddle were tattered, leaving the knight with no prestige at all.

"Whining fart! The new government is providing relief to help you get through this, and only a slacker like you will starve to death! Get out of here! ”

The homeless man yelled at the gendarmes: "Fuck the new deal of the Solan Kingdom! It sounds good, but the policy has not been implemented! What about good jobs and benefits? ”

"It's your own fight!"

The price of a quick tongue is to be sturdy with a baton,

Fortunately, the Xianjun is small, and his muscles and bones are strong, and he is not painful or itchy.

When I arrived at the relief distribution point of the Solan government, the site was empty, with only a few broken shoe soles and rotten bamboo baskets on the ground, and a few scavengers with small wooden sticks, searching for food debris in the mud and sand.

"Liar! Say good seven points to distribute relief! What about people? ”

Suddenly, the homeless man noticed that everyone around him was running in the same direction, and he grabbed an old man and asked:

"What's wrong? Voodoo terrorists are coming? ”

The old man pushed him away impatiently:

"Don't waste my time! The Valstas are handing out food and cotton clothing! ”

"Great! Gotta grab it! ”

The homeless man tried to run, but he was hungry and had no strength, and fell behind the crowd.

When he arrived next to the supply wagon, the supplies distributed this time had been robbed.

There was still a little bit of polenta residue left in the pot, and a wild cat jumped in and greedily licked it with its tongue.

"Damn! I didn't grab it again! The homeless man beat his chest and kicked at the wheel of the carriage:

"*#你*! Valstads! What a slam! ”

The two Imperial soldiers heard it and scolded him:

"Ungrateful Solans, our Empress should not have mercy on you!"

The emotional homeless man almost collapsed, he was so hungry that he reached into his arms and reached for the homemade knife.

"Don't let Lao Tzu live...... You're all going to have to be buried! ”

At this time, a female voice that could only be heard like a silver bell sounded in the ear:

"The boy was hungry and gave him the bread in the box, along with the matching cheese and jam."

"No, Your Highness, that's your breakfast!"

"It's okay, he obviously needs food more than I do, I'll go back to the cooking camp and eat again."

A pair of mud-stained boots stepped in front of him, with long legs and a holster and saber pinned to the armed belt at his waist.

The homeless man raised his head, and in front of him was a high-ranking Imperial officer, female, who looked very young,

She was half a head taller than herself, wearing a black uniform, with a few strands of silver hair sticking out of the edge of her military cap.

A pair of large violet eyes flickered, looking at himself;

"Give you bread, friend!"