"Goh?"

"I'm not angry, I just want to scold her."

"Goo!"

"Am I bad? How good can you be with this owl that only has milk and is a mother? ”

"Goo-"

A man and a bird fought and came down from the monastery.

After noon, the clouds hung much lower, and became more and more gloomy and ominous.

On the way to Tuen Mun Town, there are a few video stores, game halls, and limb modification shops on both sides of the street...... Pedestrians wrapped in thick winter coats smoked cigarettes as they walked, some looked down at the newspaper, and occasionally they could see grumpy young men arguing, drawing their guns at each other if they disagreed.

It's a forgotten suburban town, where everyone lives in a mess and wanton.

Dressed in a retro British suit, Nance exudes a bookish face that doesn't fit in with the chaos of the environment.

Leather shoes stamped across the icy pavement, and a dozen large trucks sat side by side in the roadside parking lot. The wheels are nearly 3 meters in diameter, and the outer shell is sprayed with the words "Eveles Group", which is a special vehicle for transporting black gold mines.

Nance looked intently at the Queen's assets.

These behemoths raced down the roads, transporting truckloads of black gold from the southwest of the empire to New Yokohama, across the ocean to South America, and finally to the queen's stronghold.

Black gold, a black crystal, a new type of ore that was born with the appearance of the Dead Sea.

Heating 100 grams of black gold to 700°C yields 0.3 grams of helium-3 – the preferred raw material for controlled nuclear fusion.

At present, the main energy source of the earth is hydrogen energy, which accounts for 60% of global energy consumption, traditional fossil energy accounts for 20%, and the remaining two achievements are nuclear fusion energy.

In fact, the application technology of controlled nuclear fusion is very mature, and the proportion of energy use should be higher. It's just that the black gold mines mined by a few big energy companies are only stored and not put into the market.

Nance didn't understand why the queen was leaving the cosmic street slick wrong, but wanted to settle on the earth like a hamster to settle in the black gold mines...... Could it be that the Earth is about to be destroyed, and the Queen intends to use these as reserve energy for human interstellar migration?

Just kidding.

The earth will not be so easily destroyed.

But then again, if you really want interstellar immigration, which planet is the first choice...... Mars? Ceres? Europa? Or just jump out of the solar system...... But nuclear fusion energy does not seem to be enough to support humans to get out of the solar system, and controllable antimatter technology has not yet been overcome......

After walking along the parking lot for a while, Nance took back the thoughts that had spread to the sea of stars and stopped.

Several motorcycles were parked on the side of the road, and a dozen thugs formed a circle and surrounded a young man in the middle, punching and kicking. Some of them were armed with chains, some were armed with batons, and their hair was mostly dyed blonde or red, and they all had tattoos on their necks.

As Nance walked over, several men turned back to him with sharp, threatening glances.

"Hey, go aside, don't look close here!" The young man in the lead shouted.

There seems to be blood pouring out of their encirclement.

Nance ignored the threat and walked up to them: "This kind of fight will kill people." ”

"Hey, what's the matter with you, believe it or not, I'm going to kill you!" The young man with the chain opened his mouth and scolded, "One person also kills two people, I don't bother!" ”

"You can't kill people for no reason!" Nance said.

"You can't kill people for no reason!"

Someone imitated what he said in a strange tone, which immediately provoked a shrill laugh from the rest of the people.

"Kill or not, what do you have to do with it! Leave with your broken bird! The leading youth shouted, kicking the man who had fallen to the ground and squirming, "Otherwise, this will be your fate." ”

Nance takes off her hat.

"Little A!" He shouted.

Miss Owl glanced at him, stretched out her claws to hook her hat, and flew to the trash can on the side of the road to crouch and watch the play.

"You've got to get ahead!"

"Look for death!"

"Kill him first—"

The first to rush out was a rather tall gangster, whose face looked calm and fierce. He has practiced for a while, and he has a very high status in this group of gangsters, and he is also the one who can fight the most. He stopped directly in front of Nance, and pressed his big hand directly on Nance's shoulder: "Boy, I'll teach you a lesson first......

He was very tall and tall, and Nance looked very Sven in front of him.

Nance didn't say anything, didn't say anything polite to him, and just slapped him out with a backhand.

"Smack-"

With blood and broken teeth splattering, he staggered back a few steps backwards and fell straight into the trash can on the side of the road.

Someone on the side reached out and grabbed Nance's arm.

Nance leaned slightly to the side and grabbed him by the neck with one hand.

He took a few steps forward before throwing him aside, and he fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing desperately.

"No, you, you're Adel......" The young man in the lead recognized him, and took two steps back in a trembling voice, "Everyone run, this person is a demon ......"

Nance kicked the man who was screaming loudest with the chains, and then headed straight for the leader.

didn't say anything big to him, just grabbed his collar with one hand, and picked it up with the other.

He slapped it twice, and then with a flick of his hand, he rolled around a few times and struggled to sit up.

"Do you want to keep fighting?" Nance looked at him and asked word by word, "Hit me again and kill you, believe it or not?" ”

The little boss, who had a few teeth knocked out, was so frightened that he started crying.

The boss was frightened and cried, and the other gangsters didn't dare to make trouble, so they supported each other and dispersed.

Nance walked over to the man who had been beaten.

He had only suffered a slight skin injury, and he was already sitting up on his own, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

There was not much anger in those brown eyes, only a trace of numbness that had accumulated over the years.

"Use this." Nance handed him a handkerchief.

"Thank you."

"What's it called?"

"Craig Alexandrovich."

"How did you mess with them?"

Clegg looked up at him, "This is also going to be asked?" ”

"Sorry, professional habits ......" Nance smiled, in a friendly manner.

"They saw me when I got my salary today...... when I was refueling the car," Clegg gave the handkerchief back to Nance, who shook his head, and he put it in his pocket, patted the dust on his buttocks, and stood up, saying, "Tuen Mun is a hellish place, and stray dogs can be kicked twice when they walk over, let alone a painter who has just received his salary." ”

Yes.

Nance recognized him at the outset, he was the unsuccessful art student who helped paint the propaganda poster for the abbey.

"Are you going back to the city?" Clegg looked at Nance, "In return, I can give you a ride." ”

"That's for the best."

"But my car smells fishy, don't you mind?"

"I love fish."

"Your answer is a little different." Clegg walked over to the refrigerated truck parked at the gas station, "In this world, good-looking guys usually only speak beautifully, but they can't be trusted at all, like politicians on TV." You're also a politician, right? ”

"Barely counted." Nance beckoned.

Dora-Goo flew back and landed on his shoulder, bringing his hat on him by the way.

"Owls can walk too?"

"It's actually a puppy."

"The way you speak is really different...... Are the left and right handfuls of hair on its head ears? ”

"That's the receiver."

"Goo-"

Miss Owl opened her mouth and pecked Nance in the ear to express her displeasure at his nonsense.

"Let's go." Clegg beckoned Nance to get into the refrigerated truck and drive towards the city.

The cab was shabby, the whole car was wobbly when driven, and it did smell of stale fish.

"Back to the question," Clegg said, shaking his body as he held the steering wheel, "you're also a nasty politician?" ”

"It's true to be a politician, but I'm not supposed to be a hateful politician." Nance slowly twisted the fur on Miss Owl's head with both hands, "It's right to say I'm a poor politician who has been outcast. ”

Clegg scolded like an indignant young man: "There is nothing unhateful about a politician." ”

As soon as the words came out, he seemed to remember that Nance had saved him, and quickly turned his head to apologize to Nance: "I'm sorry, I'm excited......"

Nance smiled faintly.

It's not interesting to argue with others about whether politicians are good people, so it's better to Dora Goo. Miss Owl was not interested in listening, and craned her neck to look at Nance, who opened her mouth to peck at his palm as soon as he reached out.

"It is the proletariat that is truly pitiful." Clegg said to himself, taking his hands off the steering wheel to show Nance, "The proletariat is a man like us who can make only a little money by working hard, and the politicians who sit in their chairs and move their mouths to give orders to others are the most hateful. ”

"You're driving!" Nance reminded.

Clegg quickly put his hands back on the wheel.

Nance then said on the side: "It's not necessarily a politician who sits in an office chair and gives orders, it can be a capitalist. ”

"I don't know, I'm poor, I don't know what kind of home the big man is. Speaking of big shots, I want to ask you, is the mayor of Shin-Yokohama a capitalist? ”

"It shouldn't be counted, at most it's just a lackey of the capitalists."

"The mayor is a dog?" Clegg remembered the big stray black dog near his house.

"Speak up for capital, walk the streets barking dogs everywhere." "People call this kind of politician a lackey of capital." ”

"Is there a capitalist cat?"

"Yes, some woman who wants to take a shortcut?"

"You're such a funny man." Clegg laughed, "The mayor is the lackey of the capitalists, and the woman is the cat of the capitalists, which is really a high opinion!" ”

Refrigerated trucks drive along the seaside road into the city of Shin-Yokohama.

Under the gloomy sky, colorful neon lights shine in all corners of the city, making both sides of Victoria Harbour dazzling.

These serious light pollution are the spiritual inducers put by capital, luring the spiritually empty citizens all the time.

Whether it's a suspended tram over a viaduct or an electronic advertising screen on the street; Whether it's the holographic projection shining between high-rise buildings, or the pop-up window that pops up in the electronic brain from time to time...... Any object you can perceive could be an advertising vehicle.

"Section Chief Adel."

"What?"

"If you were mayor, would there be a way to raise the income of the proletarians?"

"Well, it's hard to ......," said Nance as if passing the time, combing Dora's feathers, "and when I become mayor, I will have a lot of questions in front of me. Is it better to optimize the economic structure first, or to make the flow of assets more reasonable? Should the government itself open up sources and reduce expenditure first? Do you want to offend financial capital in order to protect the real manufacturing industry? How to survive the panic financial crisis triggered by the flight of financial capital? To guarantee the income of the proletarians, to put it bluntly, is to fight against capital. There are so many problems to be encountered in this that it is not a matter of shouting a few slogans at all......"

"Can't the proletarians and the capitalists come together?"

"No, the nature of capital is profit-seeking, and the proletarians can only be exploited."

"If only there was no capital......

"No capital means happiness either." Nance leaned against the car window and looked at the garbage floating on the gray water, "It's part of everyone's instinct to accumulate wealth and a desire to compare. When all the output and income belong to the collective, individuals cannot accumulate wealth that surpasses those around them through hard work alone, and the motivation for production will decline. If you don't work hard, what you eat and wear is much the same as others, so what else do you work for? As a result of the sharp decline in productivity, a general economic setback is inevitable...... Of course, this is just my personal opinion, you can just listen to it as a joke. ”

Clegg had a thoughtful expression.

After dropping Nance off at Hung Hom Pier, he continued his drive along the seashore to his home in Tseung Kwan O.

It's one of the largest slums in Shin-Yokohama, with a mess of wires crisscrossing overhead like spider webs, and several dirty ditches running through it. The narrow, crooked streets are full of crime and stench, and they are full of ragged and sick people.

Clegg parked his car on the side of the road and walked into the alley.

Along the way, there are small houses crammed together, with iron sheets, timber, containers, foam, ...... All cheap building materials can be seen.

He had gone to school and knew that such a place had a major fire hazard, but it was a home at all, so that he would not freeze to death on the streets like a homeless man.

"Hey, painter!"

A cute little girl accosted Clegg as he hurried away.

He looked over and saw that it was a girl who had met several times as a member of a gang of street children entrenched in Tseung Kwan O. He remembered her name, Little Jasmine.

"Good afternoon." Clegg greets her.

Little Jasmine smiled and said, "Look at you in a trance today, have you encountered something troublesome?" In this way, you and little Jasmine buy a flower and promise that you will meet lucky things tomorrow. It's only 18p a flower, which is cheap, isn't it? ”

Clegg looked at the basket full of yellow roses in her hand and shook her head: "You better go to a rich place and sell it first, you really can't sell it, and then come back and sell it to me in the evening." ”

"It's okay, first pit the rich and then pit you."

"What?"

"Haha, I'll give you one." Little Jasmine took out a rose flower from the flower basket and handed it to him, smiling sweetly: "I have time to draw a portrait of Little Jasmine, I want to paint it better." ”

"I'll make you a little princess."

Clegg took the flowers, said goodbye to her, and returned to his door.

Twenty meters to the left, there was a dark-haired woman standing against the door, looking forward to someone. Her face was very young, the powder was thick, and the lips were bright red, and I don't know if it was the color of the lipstick or the frozen.

Clegg looked at her a few times, then pushed the door open and entered the room.

The woman was very attractive to him, and he had spoken to her once half a year ago. It was a sweltering summer night, and she was standing under a dim street lamp and opened her mouth to say "fast food 200 packs and 800 nights".

"Unfortunately I only had 100 pence...... "Clegg pushed open the door and entered the wood-framed tin house.

Although the walls are a little leaky, fortunately, there is a stove inside, and the whole room still gives people a warm feeling.

The furniture and everything are in a state of continuing to be used if they can be used, and on the only bed, the seriously ill mother sleeps comfortably.

Clegg bowed to his mother, then took out a few planks, and used the stool to build a slightly uneven hard bed, and his still aching body quickly fell asleep.

It's a brilliant portrayal of the benevolence of the Empire's top brass – the law still allows the poor to sleep, after all.

※※※※※

Nance returns to Lesson 9 and heads straight to the dungeon.

The dungeon, which had been destroyed beyond recognition during the riots, had been simply rebuilt and was once again ready to hold prisoners – provided that they did not want to escape.

In the interrogation room, the female teacher who was kidnapped by Miss Su from St. George's Middle School sat quietly and calmly, seemingly completely unconcerned about her situation.

Sense someone coming at the door.

She smiled and bowed her head in greeting, "Hello, Section Chief Adel." ”